Now it seems that the colorful fairy civilization has become a little thin and pale, and is about to become an old painting covered with dust on the wall.
"I really can't accept this!" An extraordinary person laid down on the table, and then there was silence, hiding the red circles under his eyes. Their era was gone and would never come back.
Some people even worry that after the super battleship returns from deep space, they will be targeted and liquidated.
"Forget it. Why think so much? In the future, it will be a business war. The worst thing you can do is to set up a stall and do hard labor. If that doesn't work, you can provide blood for some scientific research laboratories to support their research. No one will starve to death in this era."
Some people are depressed, but more people adjust quickly and are discussing various plans, such as transplanting fruit trees from the fairyland, cultivating new varieties, and opening health clubs to prolong people's lifespan.
Later on, some extraordinary people were very interested and were willing to cooperate with each other, help each other, and jointly look for investors.
Mo Si sat in a corner, very silent, drinking cup after cup of tea without saying a word. He was a pure practitioner, always fighting, unwilling to extinguish the extraordinary fire in his heart. However, in this era, the end of the myth, the rolling waves of the mortal world hit him, and he could not stop it.
He felt the bleakness of late autumn as everything was withering. He slowly stood up and walked away, looking a little lonely.
"The extraordinary world in my heart is about to disappear and perish before I have time to explore it." Wang Xuan sighed lightly. He broke through the barrier, but now his mind is difficult to calm down and he feels an indescribable chill.
He was frowning. The great era of change had indeed arrived. Even though he was confident that there was a way to go, he would probably not be able to change the general trend for a long time.
Throughout history, there were so many mythical civilizations, and so many people with faith. In those civilizations, even the most extraordinary people died out, and no one really changed the outcome. For the extraordinary people, the eternal night is dark and boundless, and the occasional flash of light that passes away is insignificant.
Should he prepare for a rainy day and prepare a way out for himself? If he really becomes ordinary in the future, but his dream is not extinguished and he wants to continue, how can he do it without capital and foundation? It is difficult to maintain such a terrible consumption.
However, once this gap was opened, he was afraid that it would tear a corner of his faith, which would make him hesitate and his belief not firm enough.
"Even if I become ordinary and have no power or extraordinary means, I will not starve to death. I will never give up the extraordinary path. I will definitely continue to explore. I still have to be on guard. It's not to shake my confidence, but to prepare for the era of exhaustion."
Wang Xuan was in the teahouse, listening to the conversations of the extraordinary people. They were all trying to survive and develop, abandoning the path of spiritual practice and pursuing everything in reality.
Is there anything wrong with this? No, it is very rational and should be so. However, as an outsider, Wang Xuan felt lonely and sighed deeply. The extraordinary world was destroyed. He had an indescribable emotion, which seemed to be worse than those people. There was a bit of bitterness in his heart.
"If you have not witnessed the brilliance, you will lose it. If you have not stood at the top, you will sink into the abyss with the darkness. In this great era, you will experience its decline. The magnificent fairyland, the splendid mythological civilization, I don’t know whether it is a permanent farewell or a temporary departure, I am about to say goodbye!" Wang Xuan stood up and left.
Fang Yuzhu, Yanyan, Zhang Daoling, and Mingxue have already told Wang Xuan through the information sent back by the ancient spaceship that they are going far away to fight for the myth one last time, but they did not say more.
"In this era, there are not many people still walking this path. Except for those in the Mu Tian realm, other extraordinary people have almost given up." Wang Xuan was in a heavy mood.
“Will there come a day when I, a modern man, become the last seeker of truth, when even all those who have returned from behind the scenes have given up, and I am the only one left who is still struggling to pursue the path to transcendence, a fallen person, a person groping forward alone in the dark night of winter?” He laughed at himself.
If such a day really comes, it would be truly tragic, because it would mean that everyone has failed, all the immortals have given up, and there is no hope at all.
If that day comes, in the long run, most people around him may not understand that in such a big background, there is only one person walking alone, and that is just a personal choice. When the waves of the great era hit, what is more is cruelty and reality.
"While I still have the strength, I will do something to bring Goddess Zhao home and bring Wu Yin back." Wang Xuan decided to enter deep space.
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