There was a kind of extreme indifference and decadence in that old voice, followed by an incomparable sense of desolation, which brought people endless desolation.
Piles of scriptures were thrown into the fire without hesitation, as if an era was disappearing and turning into embers in the flames.
The helpless words spoken in old age before death, the flickering flames, the deep and desperate emotions, with the chill of late autumn, give people a very bad feeling.
Wang Xuan was immersed in this scene, as if he had seen the end of a mythical civilization, and even the strongest person could not change the ending of the extraordinary demise.
His eyes followed the flames and he saw more figures, a living being sitting on a scripture. There were men and women, humans, and races he had never seen before, who were thrown into the flames along with the scripture, sighed there, and then grew old and died.
Wang Xuan watched quietly. He could not change anything. This was a thing of the past.
In one of the scriptures, there were millions of wisps of sword energy that shot up into the sky, shaking down the stars in the sky and disrupting the brilliant galaxy. There was no doubt that this was a great figure who had made a great impact on the world.
A man with snow-white hair stood outside the domain, standing on a scripture, watching the stars sway with his breathing and the sword energy emanating from his body. He still felt deeply powerless.
"The extraordinary collapsed, the universe corrected its mistakes, and my power began to dissipate. All my efforts were reduced to dust in the universe."
He held up the sky with his body, but in the end, it still dimmed rapidly, until finally, he grew old, sat on the scriptures, and died in the years.
At this point, the sky he held up and the mythical planet behind him completely disappeared and could no longer be seen.
Wang Xuan was moved. Compared with the real world, this man was definitely an incomparable strong man. He was the number one in a certain fairyland, fighting against the error-correcting universe.
He stood at the forefront, trying to hold on to the last bit of his extraordinary light, but his fate was already determined. As time went by, weakness and old age came upon him, and he died like a mortal in the years.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh. Judging from history, this is what is destined to happen in the future and no one can escape it.
Even the most powerful people like the female alchemist, Zhang Daoling, the ascetic monk, the ancestor of the celestial immortals, are no exception and can definitely match up to the white-haired man.
The scripture carrying the white-haired man fell and fell into the fire.
Then, infinite light bloomed, and a woman with spiritual energy gushing out from her brows, opening up an infinite realm, soared into the sky with all the gods and the kingdom of gods behind her, and the whole world soared.
However, she was eventually crushed by the universe. Her body dimmed, her transcendence faded, the kingdom of the gods collapsed, and one scripture after another burned and fell into the fire.
The people and scenes that were able to rush into the universe and reveal special marks were all the peerless powerful people of the time, but what they left for future generations was only regret and powerlessness.
"Stop burning it, let me see it." Wang Xuan felt sad for them. These were the fruits of their life's work, and to just throw them into the fire, leaving nothing behind and burning them to ashes, it was such a pity.
Even if those people feel that these scriptures are not enough to continue the mythology and it is difficult to recreate the extraordinary world, they can be left to future generations for reference and inspiration.
He stretched out his hand and touched those scriptures, wanting to stop it. Although he didn't know how many years and eras had passed, he still did it subconsciously.
"Um?"
His spiritual eye, his soul, seemed to have really touched something.
Next, Wang Xuan’s body trembled, and his spiritual body stood on the burning scriptures, approaching the ancient people from those long years ago.
"Creepy?" A man with a relatively young face but weathered eyes and gray hair turned around to look at him and spoke like this.
Of course, that was not a real sound, but a spiritual fluctuation that transcended time and space, and he actually saw him!
Wang Xuan was deeply surprised and wanted to speak and transmit his mental fluctuations, but he found that he couldn't do it.
Can a spooky thing be defined like this? Was it also the case with what he had seen before?
There is no doubt that the man in this scripture is extremely powerful. The paper of the scripture is emitting a light that reaches the sky and revolves around him.
He raised his hand and pressed down towards Wang Xuan, covering the sky with one hand. All kinds of runes, accompanied by Taoist fire, burned according to the scriptures, and submerged Wang Xuan alive.
With a bang, Wang Xuan's spirit turned into rain of light, disappeared from the scripture, evaporated, and returned to his body.
At this moment, Wang Xuan discovered that his heart was beating violently like a drum, the sound was extremely loud, and a layer of white sweat broke out on his body.
Just now, he truly and clearly felt the reality of death. His soul was wiped out with just a wave of his hand. Facing such a peerless figure, he could not move at all and was killed instantly!
"Is this the real gap between me and Lao Zhang behind the scenes, and Fang Yuzhu?" He was soaked with cold sweat from head to toe.
When you meet such a person, you can kill him with just a glance, and destroy everything with a raise of your hand. You can cover the sky alone and deliver a devastating blow across time and space.
"He mistook me for a creepy ghost?" Wang Xuan pondered. Was this a redefinition of this creature, or was that person's perception wrong?
After this experience, Wang Xuan felt exhausted. It was a real death experience, and his spirit is still tense.
"Ouch, you're asking for a fight, but don't go too far!" the round-faced girl shouted.
Wang Xuan lowered his head and suddenly realized that he was too nervous. He touched the little white tiger's head again and rubbed it again and again. The other party almost hated him to death.
She had already hidden away, and was looking at him warily and viciously.
"What did you see just now?" Wang Xuan asked her whether she saw the scene of him being strangled to death while standing on the scriptures.
The round-faced girl was stunned and shook her head. She didn't see anything, but she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "For a moment, you seemed to be dead, as if you had disappeared from this world, leaving only a shell."
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