From the current perspective, the level of the supreme treasure is higher than that of all practitioners, otherwise, Chao Jue Shi would not be so afraid of the Yuhua Banner, the Renshi Sword, etc.
The round-faced girl’s words confirmed Wang Xuan’s guess that there is still a greater realm that living beings themselves cannot reach, and they can only gaze at the deep universe and sigh.
"The level of the supreme treasure is the crystallization of a mythological civilization. For example, the supreme rule of the Immortal Realm - the Old Testament, is used as firewood and fire to burn the scriptures and textures contained in the endless classics of the extraordinary civilization, which may give birth to the supreme treasure."
However, not all mythological civilizations can leave behind the fruits of their labor; more often than not, they end in failure.
According to speculation, up to now, a total of more than a dozen mythological civilizations have appeared in the eternal night, each of which was not very long-lasting and only left behind four or five treasures.
"The sixth realm, which is also the final realm, is called Yu Dao." The round-faced girl reminded that in the spiritual world adjacent to the alien world in outer space, that civilization once forged the Yu Dao Flag, but it seemed to have fallen apart, and the treasure was gone.
Wang Xuan showed a strange look. Each great realm had a similar name to the treasure. This was very interesting. He asked, "Could it be that there is another treasure corresponding to Mu Tian?"
"It is said that there was a mirror called the Mutian Mirror." The ghost monk told Wang Xuan, which made him stunned. Is there really such a thing? !
The round-faced girl looked somewhat funny even when she was serious. Her round face was chubby, but her eyes were big. She said, "But some people say it's still a step away from being a treasure, while others say it's broken. In short, there is no corresponding treasure in the Mutian realm now."
"Are there any clues that prove that the Mu Tian Mirror once existed?" Wang Xuan wanted to know its whereabouts.
"It has been damaged for a long time and cannot be found completely. It is very likely that only Zhang Daoling has a small piece of the broken mirror." said the little white tiger.
When Wang Xuan heard this, he was a little dazed, and also understood a little. Why did Lao Zhang always hold a rusty broken mirror, like to use it to peep when he had nothing to do, and often use it to hit people. The origin of that thing was so powerful!
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Our extraordinary civilization is about to end. Will it produce a treasure and leave behind a mythical masterpiece?"
The ghost monk nodded and said, "Of course, any civilization wants to leave traces of itself before it collapses to prove that it once existed, but it is difficult and most civilizations fail."
According to him, before the curtain goes out, when there is a last ray of light, it is the time to refine the treasure, and he also mentioned the Old Testament, which is related to it.
“Before the myths disappear, the Old Testament will become the fuel of the great way and the fire of civilization, leaving behind traces that are unique to our civilization and giving birth to the greatest treasures.”
Speaking of this, the round-faced girl felt a little sad. These powerful gods will eventually die, and no one can live for long. Only the treasure can prove that they existed.
"Have a little confidence. What if we find a way out and create a new myth soon?" Wang Xuan said.
"Is there any way out? Even Fairy Fang only reached this level at the end of the myth. Even she has no solution. There is no hope. Are you going to find it?"
When it came to this, the round-faced girl lost interest, and the ghost monk was almost the same, with no energy. Although the two knew that Wang Xuan was extraordinary, it was too late. Now he has not reached the level of free and easy travel, and everything is too late.
The round-faced girl said, "What a pity, you were born in the wrong era. A young tiger with great potential, although you have the qualifications to be a beast king, you don't have time to grow up."
"I suspect you are scolding me." Wang Xuan looked at her.
"How did I scold you?" The round-faced girl glared at him.
"You are a tigress, why do you say I am a cub?" Wang Xuan questioned.
"Aohou..." The little white tiger was extremely angry. Behind the girl, a white tiger phantom appeared, pretending to be ferocious and showing its fangs and claws.
Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and pushed her little round face aside, then pressed the white tiger body down to prevent it from barking because it was too noisy.
Huang Ming came again. He originally wanted to add water and greet people in person, but he ran away after seeing this scene. It was better not to get involved, for fear of being silenced by Lord Baihu, the Demon Lord's first confidant.
"How dare you touch me?" The round-faced girl was angry, and she looked like she was going to lose her temper and punish Wang Xuan.
The ghost monk kindly reminded, "You can't beat him now in this world."
Wang Xuan went downstairs humming a tune, feeling happy. The round-faced girl behind him was extremely angry, but she really couldn't beat her, so she could only stare at her.
Walking through the rain, seeing the bumpy and damaged areas on the long street, Wang Xuan's mood became heavy again. Using extraordinary means, he almost shrunk the distance, walked out of Ancheng, and returned to Qingmu's manor. He was extremely serious all the way, and it was time to start preparing hard.
Starting from tonight, he would adjust himself, both physically and mentally, to reach the realm of flawless perfection. He would have to go to the ethereal land within two days at the latest.
"Try to shake you all down!"
That night, he sat still, all that came to his mind were peerless battles, which stimulated himself and helped him comprehend the path to a higher level.
He even went out early in the morning to watch the remaining traces of battle outside Ancheng in the drizzle.
For the next two days, his mind was filled with the battle images and magical powers of Fang Yuzhu, the Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling and others.
"It's useless to think too much or look too far ahead. I should just measure my own path with my own feet!"
Late at night, Wang Xuan was clear-headed and ready to hit the road. As far as his personal safety was concerned, the overall environment in the last years of the myth was becoming increasingly harsh, and he needed a strong power to change all this!
Wang Xuan has never taken it so seriously before. In the past, when he was almost ready, he would go directly to the Land of Nothingness. This time, he was eager for success and would not allow failure. Mainly because the pressure was too great, so he paid attention to details and everything had to be perfect.
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