For eight hundred years, a steady stream of cultivators came to the extraterritorial battlefield. Cities were built around the base camp.
More than two million cultivators had gathered from the initial three hundred thousand cultivators.
At the same time, many familiar forces joined, which made Supreme Blood Wave sigh with emotion.
The Nine Emperors Pavilion, which had been destroyed after the previous war, reappeared. The red-eared Supreme and the purple-haired Supreme joined in succession.
The Starry Sky Sword Sect, which was on the run, also rushed to the extraterritorial battlefield. The Martial Sword Immortal was the same as before, but there was a hint of sternness in his indifference.
The Tyrant Tribe's Patriarch, White Ape, heard the order to gather at the Divine Palace of Life and led his descendants to the extraterritorial battlefield in the first hundred years.
What surprised Supreme Blood Wave the most was that the Great Void Temple, which he thought was already in the Void Universe, did not surrender. The Great Void Divine Emperor was still as cold as he was tens of thousands of years ago.
When he saw that Supreme Blood Wave had not died and had even broken through to become a Half-Ancestor, he did not say much. He only asked to take a look at Jian Wushuang.
Supreme Blood Wave did not refuse. He pointed in the direction of Jian Wushuang, and the Great Void Divine Emperor leaped over.
Then, the drunkard, the old beggar, who had been wandering in the sky among the itinerant cultivators, arrived. He carried a wine gourd with a snowflake sword. He wore a tattered Daoist robe, and his face was flushed.
He was even more drunk than he was twenty thousand years ago, but those who knew him well knew that he would never get drunk.
The Sword Alliance, which Jian Wushuang had established on the ancient starry sky path, had all arrived. The Nine Stars Saint of the Nine Stars Holy Land and the Alldevil Clan had also arrived.
So far, more than three million cultivators had gathered in the past eight hundred years.
Usually, only one Supremacy could be born in a star region. Now, there were more than two hundred thousand cultivators!
Everything that was happening right now had far exceeded the scale of any previous calamity!
The entire Divine Power Universe's infinite star regions, no matter how far away they were, contributed their own strength.
Supreme Blood Wave temporarily took over the position of the Divine Palace of Life and began to adjust the large number of cultivators.
The Wordless Stele that stood not far from the main camp became a scenic spot. Every cultivator who came to the foreign battlefield would come and look at it, and most of them would secretly weep.
The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan took out more than two hundred disciples from their clans to take turns to guard Jian Wushuang. Feng Qi, the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan, was also waiting here.
After more than nine hundred years, no one felt bored. All the cultivators were doing their best to break through.
"When do you think Jian Wushuang will wake up? Will there be any problems? " The Overlord, whose cultivation base was incomparably pure, stood not far away from the wordless stele, looking at Jian Wushuang, who was sitting quietly like a clay statue.
The Nine Star Saint, who was also a member of the Sword Alliance, crossed his arms and said indifferently, "Instead of worrying about him, why don't you worry about yourself first? He's a monster that seizes the good fortune of heaven and earth."
The Overlord smacked his lips and stole a glance at the Nine Tribulations King not far away. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Do you think the current Jian Wushuang is much more powerful than the Nine Tribulations King?"
The Nine Star Saint glanced at the Overlord, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Jian Wushuang has never let me down. Now, he's already the Palace Master of the Divine Palace of Life. Do you know what that means?"
"And I heard that before Jian Wushuang went into seclusion, he was already able to contend with a Half-Ancestor level expert."
The Overlord suddenly realized that there was still a Half-Ancestor level existence in the Divine Palace of Life. That was an existence that was even more terrifying than his own ancestor.
And Jian Wushuang being able to sit on the Palace Master's position meant that …
The Overlord didn't dare to continue his reverie. Although Jian Wushuang was also a peerless genius in his heart, being able to contend with a Half-Ancestor level expert in the Half-step Invincible Realm was really too terrifying …
The Nine Tribulations King took the wine gourd from the tip of the Crazy Alcoholic beggar's sword and saluted to Jian Wushuang's back from afar. Then, he raised his head and took a big gulp.
"How is it, kid? Is my wine strong?" the old beggar asked with a smile.
The Nine Tribulations King grinned and said happily, "Strong!"
The old beggar was very happy, as if he had heard the best praise. He snatched the wine gourd and took a big gulp.
After a long burp, the old beggar's eyes were hazy with drunkenness.
"In my long life, I've only fought in one battle of catastrophe. It was the battle where the God of Eternity died."
"Do you know why I didn't participate in the first battle of catastrophe?"
The Nine Tribulations King shook his head.
The old beggar grinned. "That's because I'm too selfish."
"Selfish?" The Nine Tribulations King was confused.
As if he was reminiscing, the old beggar's eyes seemed to be filled with the past. "I became famous before the first battle of catastrophe, but I didn't participate in it. At that time, I wandered freely in the world of all things, but I flaunted that I was independent and that everything had nothing to do with me."
"It wasn't until the first battle of the catastrophe that I vaguely realized that everyone wasn't an independent existence. At that time, more than half of the Divine Power Universe had also fallen. Everything I loved was quietly destroyed."
"It was also in that battle of catastrophe that I stayed out of it, but I saw the brilliance of a group of people. For the first time, my empty Taoist Heart had a goal."
"It wasn't until the last battle of catastrophe that I finally fought side by side with them. But they all left one by one, and I was the only one who was still alive."
"I used to be selfish and thought that if I grew up step by step, the ultimate goal was just to protect. That would be too boring."
"Fortunately, the long years have taught me a lesson, allowing me to wake up. The current me has finally walked on this path."
The old beggar was all smiles. "I used to be young and witnessed the God of Eternity single-handedly turning the tide. Now, my greatest hope is to witness the rise of the next God of Eternity and lead the entire Divine Power Universe to live well."
At this point, the old beggar turned around and left unsteadily. "A selfish guy like me hopes that the Divine Power Universe will become fewer and fewer."
The Nine Tribulations King quietly looked at the old beggar who was dressed in a sloppy Taoist robe and inexplicably overlapped with the image of an elegant green-robed swordsman.
Perhaps the old beggar was just as unscrupulous when he was young.
The Nine Tribulations King came back to his senses and looked at the figure sitting in front of the wordless stele with a spirited gaze. "You, I'm looking forward to witnessing your growth."
One thousand and two hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, but it changed the seasons of the human world and replaced the winter with spring. For these practitioners who had embarked on the path of cultivation, it only increased their state of mind.
The figure sitting in front of the wordless stele finally moved after a long period of time.
The dust drifted gently, and a trace of majestic divine pattern quietly surged on its tip.
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