Su Zimo seemed to have had a long dream.
In the dream, he saw many people.
These people were all extremely unfamiliar faces, and even their clothes were unusually ancient.
There were monks, demon beasts, Rakshasa, and Protoss …
These people came from different races and different realms.
Su Zimo had never seen them before.
However, everyone was looking at him with kindness and encouragement.
Some of them were still mortals. They looked at him with a hint of curiosity. Their gazes were pure, and their smiles were innocent.
Su Zimo walked forward just like that. Both sides of the road were filled with people, clustered together as if they were waiting for something.
"Is this the Acheron Path?"
Su Zimo looked at the people on both sides of the road in confusion, feeling a little puzzled.
No!
He had been to the Netherworld and walked the Acheron Path.
The Netherworld was not like this!
A wisp of white hair flashed past his eyes.
This was not a dream!
Su Zimo suddenly woke up.
He subconsciously reached out his palm and looked down.
Flesh and blood existed!
His body was not in the state of a dead soul!
Su Zimo sensed it slightly and was shocked.
He was not dead!
Although his hair was white, he still had nearly five million years of lifespan!
Fighting the Nine Heavens did not exhaust his lifespan.
How could this be?
Logically speaking, releasing Fighting the Nine Heavens would exhaust his lifespan in an instant, unless …
During this process, the secret technique of Fighting the Nine Heavens was interrupted!
Where was this place?
Where did the surrounding crowd come from?
These people looked at him with no hostility. Instead, they were filled with kindness and respect.
However, he clearly did not know these people.
Su Zimo suddenly realized that there was an extremely obvious difference between these people and him!
These people were all in the state of souls and did not have flesh and blood bodies. There was no exception!
Su Zimo's gaze followed the crowd all the way. At the end of the crowd, he saw a large group of monks. There seemed to be a few familiar faces among them.
Before he could react, he saw eight figures standing at the end of the road.
These people's expressions were either cold, arrogant, fierce, or gentle …
"Ah!"
Su Zimo looked at the eight figures and was greatly shocked. His face was filled with disbelief and he cried out in surprise!
The woman on the far left was dressed in black. She had a fairy-like appearance and a cold expression. Her black hair was like a waterfall.
The second woman had a graceful figure. Her skin was smooth, her eyebrows were like smoke, and her eyes were like water. As light flowed, she was captivating.
The third was an old ape covered in white fur. His arms were extremely long, and his body was ten meters tall. His eyes surged with a bloody glow, and his expression was unruly.
The fourth man's robe was as white as snow. He stood with his hands behind his back like an unsheathed sword.
The fifth person had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was tall and his entire body was surging with golden light.
The sixth person's facial features could not be seen clearly. His entire body was shrouded in darkness, and his figure was faintly discernible.
The seventh man's body flickered with starlight, and his eyes were like stars.
The eighth person was a monk wearing an ancient kasaya. His eyes were gentle and his expression was amiable. He nodded and smiled at Su Zimo.
These eight were the eight phantoms that appeared when he transcended the tenth tribulation!
The Nine Heavens Xuan Nv Emperor, the Nine Nether Emperor, the Douzhan Emperor, the Allheaven Emperor, the Radiant Emperor, the Dark Emperor, the Astral Emperor, and the Avici Emperor.
These eight were the Ancient Emperors who had once illuminated the ancient times and created an era!
Words could no longer describe Su Zimo's current feelings.
He even suspected that he was in a mystical dream at this moment.
Everything seemed so dreamy and unreal.
How could this be?
The eight Ancient Emperors had already died. How could they still be alive?
Even if they did not die back then, their lifespans would have been exhausted long ago. There was no way they could have survived until now.
"Is this a dream?"
Su Zimo muttered subconsciously.
"Yes and no."
The Avici Emperor smiled faintly and replied.
Su Zimo was even more confused.
"Young friend, when you first released the Battle of Nine Heavens, the few of us cast a spell and pulled you into the Dreamlike Token."
The Avici Emperor said, "Which is the world you're in right now."
Su Zimo was enlightened.
The Dreamlike Token contained heaven and earth.
He had been pulled into this place and the Battle of Nine Heavens had been interrupted. That was why he had not exhausted his lifespan.
However, Su Zimo still had countless doubts in his heart.
As if seeing through his thoughts, the Avici Emperor continued to explain, "This is a dream world that the Evil Emperor created with the Dreamlike Token as the foundation. It is independent of the Three Realms and does not enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"In this dream world, all living beings are equal. There is no suffering or worry, no killing or fighting. In the soul state, one's lifespan is endless, reaching a form of eternal life."
Su Zimo was dumbfounded and his heart skipped a beat.
Creating a dream world that was independent of the Three Realms and did not enter the cycle of reincarnation was already shocking enough.
And in this dream world, one had reached a form of eternal life!
The Avici Emperor said, "The Evil Emperor believes that good will be rewarded with good and evil with evil. However, the matters of the world often go against one's wishes. She used her own method to complete the cycle of good and evil.
"The evildoers would be dragged into the path of the beasts by her. As for the kind people she met, after they died, their souls would be brought here by her. They would be far away from the fighting and fighting, and they would not have to suffer the pain of the six paths of reincarnation. "
Su Zimo was in a daze.
The memories of his life in the white pheasant's dream were originally fragmented fragments, but now they all surged into his mind and gradually became clear.
He recalled all his experiences with that thin and skinny little girl.
"Big Brother Su, I believe that in this world, good people will be rewarded with good," the little girl said with certainty, her eyes clear.
"Perhaps."
"Big Brother Su, do you think there is a place where the people are brave, kind, upright, and lovely? Where everyone is equal, where there is no oppression, and where there is no suffering …"
The little girl's smile was pure and innocent.
"How could there be?"
Su Zimo smiled helplessly and gently rubbed the little girl's forehead.
"If there isn't, then I want to create a world like that in the future, where kind people can avoid suffering," the little girl said seriously.
The voice of the Infernal Emperor sounded once more, interrupting Su Zimo's memories.
"Apart from some of the souls brought here by the Evil Emperor, many of the people living here are cultivators and experts who died in the War of the Heavens back then …"
Su Zimo's heart felt as though it was struck heavily by something!
The Evil Emperor had never changed.
She had always insisted that good and evil would be repaid.
In fact, that persistence even seemed a little naive and incompatible with the ways of the world.
After the cultivators and experts who participated in the War of the Heavens died in battle, their souls should have returned to the Netherworld to suffer the pain of reincarnation.
The Evil Emperor did not want those experts to suffer such pain and that was why she brought them to the Dream Token.
Even if those people could not ascend to the greater world, the Evil Emperor wanted to help them achieve eternal life!
Those experts who fought and fought unyieldingly deserved such a reward!
Su Zimo suddenly recalled that the Dream Token had gradually warmed up in his arms during the War of the Heavens back then.
At that time, the battle was intense and he did not have the time to think about it. Now that he thought about it, the Dream Token should have been guiding the souls of the cultivators who died in the War of the Heavens.
When the cultivators died, their souls would escape to the Netherworld.
However, the Netherworld was under the control of Fengdu.
There might be a deeper meaning behind the Evil Emperor's actions.
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