Wang Xuan opened his mouth and sighed from the bottom of his heart, even if the remaining blood and broken bones were revived, there should be more people, this place is really too deserted.
“Before it collapsed, this road wasn’t as lively as outsiders imagined.” He spoke again.
Obviously, what the old man, who was full of heavy metal and fairy-like aura, said was true, but he also became more suspicious of the identity of the "king".
Wang Xuan ignored it. In this field, once absolute strength was demonstrated, there was nothing to worry about, unless the true bodies of the people in front of him were still alive.
In that case, the old monster that has survived dozens or hundreds of epochs would indeed be extremely terrifying.
If those "monsters and ghosts" on the road to returning to the truth who have not been in trouble are so tolerant and have never made it out, it is indeed amazing and terrifying.
"In the past, it was only after many epochs of accumulation that the path to return to the truth appeared, allowing people to embark on the journey." Fire spoke there.
“The road is too bleak.” Wang Xuan responded. From this perspective, the mythological realm seems brilliant. However, if one looks at it in terms of time and thinks carefully, it is actually like a candlelight in the endless cold fog, not as bright and magnificent as imagined.
“Even if it is the road back to the truth, it is not prosperous enough. In the eternal night, it is so quiet and lonely. It’s such a pity.” Wang Xuan said.
What was he regretting? The several old monsters in the 6th level of the Broken Realm present all sensed some of his emotions.
But, hasn't it always been like this on the road to return to the true self since ancient times? It is difficult to break through the realm. If there are so many extraordinary people, it would be abnormal.
Even Gousheng and Little Giant have some doubts about his identity. Doesn’t he have any knowledge of some common sense?
Wang Xuan said: "I sigh for the great world. The mythology seems brilliant, but it is actually very desolate and not gorgeous enough. If all the heavens and the worlds, all the decayed universes can light up and shine together, then that kind of extraordinary world can be considered truly prosperous, flourishing, and colorful."
Now, the eternal silence has arrived, the snow is falling, and the ice has been frozen for hundreds of millions of years. The true extraordinary revival, the so-called era, is actually only a few thousand to hundreds of thousands of years.
The longest time for Extraordinary Source No. 1 was only about 150,000 years.
Chong, Huo, Bai Li and others understood his feelings.
"The night is too deep and the world is too quiet. Is there no one on this road who is particularly capable of fighting?" Wang Xuan stood in this area and shouted at the front of the main road.
"?!" Chong, Giant, Bai Li and others were speechless. They were just in his mood and felt something. But in the blink of an eye, he was in this state of mind again. Was he too arrogant, or too lonely in the 6-broken realm, and really craved a defeat?
Wang Xuan shouted again: "The night is long, and myths have been intermittent since ancient times. Each era is actually very short. Is there a group of special creatures that are so strong that they have no opponents? They don't need to sleep forever, but come out to fight!"
Gousheng was speechless. If it had happened before the fight, he would have yelled: "What are you barking about? You're too crazy!"
Now it can only listen.
"On the road back to the truth, there is a true king." At this time, "Zhong" spoke. As an ancient traveler, he felt that he should not be underestimated by a freak who was suspected to be a latecomer.
He saw the "king" looking over at him and added, "Although I have not met him, there have always been rumors about the 'true king'. Perhaps we haven't gone far enough."
"How strong is it?" This is the question that Wang Xuan is most concerned about.
"I should have returned to my true self four times, and broken through four major realms." Zhong, who had gone through the baptism of long years, said with a very serious expression.
Wang Xuan thought of the woman on the stone slab, who called herself a god and showed some signs of being the "true king".
If the stone tablet in the 6-breaking Silence Dojo also sealed part of her true spirit, then with the stone tablet in Wang Yan's hand, it would really be four shadows unchanged. Even some of the so-called strongest people in the past, who were a little frivolous, died. "
Huo nodded solemnly: "Yes, even if there is a 'True King' in the world, you see, this path to the truth is still accidentally broken. No matter how strong you are, you can't be invincible in the end."
"Really? Wait for me..." Wang Xuan wanted to say wait until his realm is improved, but he changed his words temporarily: "After my Taoism is completely restored, I want to meet the true kings on the road. I want to stay in the center of the land of return to truth and see all the splendor in the world."
"This... is not something you can talk about." Having endured the "heavy" of a hundred centuries, he reminded with a serious look.
He had lived long enough to have heard many secrets. Even though he was revived from low health, some of his memories were still there.
He spoke again: "Even if you reach the top, you can't say you are invincible. Because similar claims have been made before, even the 'True King' has perished one after another. In addition, the collapse of this path to the truth is like a natural disaster, which makes people feel powerless."
"The night of mythology is long. Is there anyone ahead? " Wang Pao shouted at the broken main road ahead.
"Yes." At the end of the road, someone actually responded.
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