At night, in hell, the deep blue moon rises, and the darkness and the dark blue blend together, deep and mysterious.
Throughout the wilderness, rotten giant beasts took heavy steps, shaking the ground. In the sky, ferocious birds appeared in groups like dark clouds, carrying murderous auras.
Ever since the blue moon appeared, the nights in hell have become bloody and terrifying. Wanderers have emerged in large numbers and swarmed in the wild.
Even outside some small and medium-sized cities, there are large numbers of monsters and living creatures gathering, and rotten creatures and the living are spreading to the end of the horizon.
Under the night sky, there were pairs of ferocious eyes flashing with murderous and cold-blooded light. Fierce beasts howled, vicious birds struck the sky, and angels with divine wings fell in a pool of blood... Ghosts and gods howled in hell.
In the past two or three nights, even the True Saint Dojo has retreated to a safe area, even close to the gate of hell, ready to return to the world through the vortex of time and space at any time.
They were really scared. The so-called city ruins and safe areas were no longer safe. Powerful wanderers broke in at night, abducted some True Immortals, bit off the throats of two heavenly-level masters, and dragged them into the darkness, leaving long trails of blood on the ground.
Now everyone is asking, when will the reinforcements arrive? Hell is no longer a place where the advance team can "work", so don't treat the pathfinders as grass.
The walls of the divine city are as tall as mountains. There are not many wanderers outside the city. The huge scale of the city has a natural deterrent effect on evil creatures in the wild.
In the center of the city, the tallest building - the stone tower - seems to be sinking into the depths of hell, breaking into the faint clouds, and even the huge blue moon seems to be within reach.
Wang Xuan stood on the top of the tower, gazing into the deep space, motionless, resonating with the old universe where the divine city once existed. This might be considered the sublimation of his spiritual journey.
Through endless barriers, with the Dao rhyme of the Divine City as the medium, he remotely sensed the distant gloomy universe and experienced the rise and fall, as well as heaviness.
This time, he even saw the outline of the cosmic lake. It was the elevation of the super-god's perception, which depicted its essence through the cosmic rules that overflowed from him.
Wang Xuan was immersed in it, without any sorrow or joy, without any honor or disgrace or vanity blinding his eyes. It was infinitely deep, vast, and indifferent. The old universe had decayed and revived, and its rules had been constantly interpreted. It was all cold.
He seemed to have transcended the real world, left hell, and wandered in the unknown and vague universe among the rules and rhymes of the universe.
Even when he captured an "afterglow" with a slightly larger fluctuation, he restored part of the truth from who knows how many epochs ago.
He re-interpreted the starry sky with strands of regular source matter, and then zoomed in and saw the passing scenery.
The starry sky was disintegrating, and a huge face was approaching, with bloodstains and turbid tears dripping, and the stars were shattered.
What level of creature was that? Was it an extraordinary person? The creature felt powerless as he watched his entire clan being wiped out, with not a single person left.
"The birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of light. What is a thousand years? The old era has ended, the center of transcendence has changed, races, homes, and the universe are all shattered, and civilizations are extinguished one after another. Who is transferring myths? Even the True Saints are migrating with their tribes, as if they are fleeing. Why is all this happening?"
The huge face shattered, and with a whisper, it dissipated and gradually faded away in the dark space and time of the old universe.
"Who can prove that we have been here and that we have existed? The center of transcendence is constantly migrating... is it worth following it?" That was his last voice, echoing among the broken galaxies of the old era.
Until finally, there was no trace left.
Wang Xuan was neither happy nor worried, just calm and silent. That was just a fragment of the Tao that he felt from afar. The outline of the outer universe was vague, vast and boundless, and there were too many fragments of lost wonders.
It was not until the second half of the night that he "revived" and came out of his special fugue state.
"The years roll on, the vast universe moves forward epoch after epoch, stopping for no one. Those supreme creatures and the vast galaxies are nothing more than an insignificant wave in the blink of an eye in history, blooming for a moment and extinguishing in an instant."
In the Dao rhythm of the outer universe that he sensed from afar, Wang Xuan saw too many joys and sorrows. Extraordinary people paved the way, and the whole clan fought to cross, but they could not escape the final scarlet scene. The greatest geniuses in history were not even dust in the changes of the universe. The sons of true saints all died tragically in the bloody era. He became numb from seeing it.
The decline of those powerful ones, the destruction of extraordinary races, and the death of saints are all past scenes that have passed away. After seeing them too much, it is difficult to resonate with them.
In fact, it is not as real as the tearful smile of a child among mortals seen in a quick glance.
"I have lived through one extraordinary era after another and witnessed so much. Will my heart become numb one day?" he said to himself.
In those passing wonders, the cries of the extraordinary people, why the extraordinary moved, and why the myths migrated, were also his questions.
Late at night, Wang Xuan looked at the strange cell phone and asked it something, but there was dead silence.
Temporarily exiting the remote sensing state of capturing the rhyme of Tao, he began to comprehend the "True One Sutra". The fog appeared again, covering the tower.
"There is a third method. Creating something out of thin air is too difficult. Maybe I should do it step by step."
He comprehended the scriptures, combined them with reality, and disappeared from the stone tower in an instant, and arrived in the city in one step. The city of gods had large buildings, hiding many monsters, and there were also hidden spaces where giant beasts lurked.
When Wang Xuan appeared in front of them again, the giant dragons, flying silver ants and others that had once rioted in the city and pounced on him were all trembling.
They witnessed the battle during the day, and all kinds of monsters were trembling. Although their mental consciousness was not normal, some instincts were still there. Out of awe and fear of the strong, when this person appeared again, they dared not attack.
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