Who is the boy? With just one palm, the secret realm was destroyed and the footprints of the True Saint were wiped out. Not even a trace of it was left.
In the floating boat pure land, in the garden where flowers and trees were covered with snow, Wu Tian and Wang Xuan were staring at the scene in the pond, and were so shocked that their bodies turned cold.
In the chaotic sea of time and space, the young man raised his head, his face was covered in blood, and there was a terrible fist hole on his forehead, which was completely broken, as if it had been beaten through long ago!
A large part of his frontal bone was missing, and it was unknown what era it was lost in. Grayish-white brain matter was flowing on part of his face.
His eyes were lifeless, and there was no light of the soul in his brain. Only some supreme textures were intertwined. Who punched such a powerful man into this state?
Wang Xuan believed that this person was most likely someone who dared to fight with a true saint. He looked like a teenager with delicate features, but was actually a supreme being.
Wu Tian was even more suspicious. Could this be the ancestor of Bai Hong, Jin Yao, and Ruonan? A top existence who was defeated in the old era.
"He is not our ancestor. He is related to the Iron Axe. We accidentally discovered him in the vortex channel when we were traveling in the Sea of Time and Space..."
The Floating Boat Pure Land is made from the heart of the World Tree. This material itself is equivalent to a treasure. It can transcend the world and travel through the chaotic sea of time and space.
During a voyage, they found a broken iron axe and a bone flute. After refining, the rusty giant axe could be directly controlled by the heart of the world tree.
What they didn't expect was that after the white bone flute was blown, the broken axe could resonate and summon a mysterious boy covered in blood from the vortex of time.
He is extremely dangerous. When the flute sounds soft, he can be calm. But once it becomes intense, he will become agitated and burst out with destructive attack power.
The first time, the floating boat was nearly destroyed by him. Fortunately, the pitch-black soul-summoning banner appeared and barely blocked his palm, otherwise it would have been completely over.
"We have no way of assessing what era he lived in and how strong he was," Bai Hong said.
After all, in order to avoid disaster, they separated themselves from the world, and passed through one great era after another. They missed many brilliant civilizations and had no idea about the current extraordinary history.
"He should not be from this era. I have never heard of him." Wu Tian spoke. He was knowledgeable and knew a lot about today's extraordinary central world.
Wang Xuan was in a trance, the center of the extraordinary kept shifting, era after era passed, seventeen major universes changed, some ethnic groups, or perhaps more precisely, some civilizations, survived several eras.
Against this backdrop, so many things happened, including the struggle for supremacy among civilizations and the rise and fall of races.
"The Yangtze River rolls eastward, and its waves wash away all heroes..." Wang Xuan could only sigh like this.
The young man will surely become a creature who stands at the highest point when a powerful civilization rolls up huge waves, and has already walked very far in the field of controlling the Dao.
"Old Saint, New Saint, True Saint, what is the relationship between them? Throughout the ages, century after century, transcending the world, what kind of wars that shook the ancient and modern times have broken out, making people yearn for it."
When Wang Xuan thought of the battles between creatures of this level, his blood boiled and he wished he could immediately stand in this realm and go to such a world.
It is obvious that this level of confrontation and struggle for supremacy has never stopped since ancient times.
Why did the extraordinary central world shift? Was it some unstoppable trend, or some unknown terrible internal cause? Probably only people at the true saint level know.
The young man whose forehead was pierced by a punch is also a creature at this level. Having reached this height, he still has to fight between life and death, and is unable to join forces and move forward?
Wang Xuan was expectant but also nervous. The powerful ones who had attained the Dao of Control and the True Saints might be killed in the process of the change of the Extraordinary Center. This was a big problem.
He really wanted to blow away the fog and see clearly.
Age after age, the great world shines and then dies. Are there any living beings who have survived from ancient times to the present day? Have all the saints from the earliest times been wiped out?
"Come on, let's celebrate this unprecedented success and don't stop until we get drunk." Bai Hong was very happy. All the problems that Fuzhou encountered were solved.
For a long time, they don't have to worry about this pure land falling, and the gradually decaying magic circle can also begin to be repaired.
Amidst the ice and snow, the garden is full of divine flowers in full bloom, the fairy lotus sways in the cold, and the red plum blossoms emit auspicious clouds.
This time was indeed worth celebrating. Wang Xuan and Wu Tian were warmly received. Two scriptures were brought up. One of them was very thin and contained prescriptions. It recorded six kinds of miraculous medicines that were of great help to the bones, internal organs, etc.
In addition, there is another volume of miraculous skills. Wang Xuan immediately determined that it was of the same origin as the four pages of sword manual he obtained in the secret realm.
However, this volume talks about training methods that are helpful in improving one's Taoism, not specific sword techniques, magical powers, etc.
Wang Xuan and Wu Tian were both satisfied. This time the harvest was really huge. The scriptures, rare objects, etc. together formed a solid ladder for them to reach a higher level. Building the road with this, it seemed that the immortal light was already flowing.
As for what the two of them gained in the secret realm, Bai Hong, Jin Yao and the others were smart enough not to ask. How could it compare to the gains from the black fishing net?
Back then, this huge net was said to be able to capture all the worlds and cover the entire extraordinary universe.
"Cheers!" Even the young and beautiful girl Jin Yao became heroic. She swayed her body and came over to clink glasses with the two men and toast.
"I won't stop until I'm drunk today!" said Ruonan, a woman with short hair.
"I just want to ask, what are the ingredients of the calming soup you gave me?" After drinking a glass of light golden wine, Wu Tian couldn't help but want to find out clearly.
Everything was fine at first, but he really encountered a million-year-old zombie in the secret realm. After he smashed its skull, the gray liquid splashed on his face, and the smell made him stunned.
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