Between the torn sleeves, the jade ornaments made a sound. A slender green lotus whose stem had turned into jade slowly fell into the endless abyss with its owner.
Every drop of God's Blood that contained great power fell into the void, like leaves returning to the earth.
Everything was like a grotesque and variegated dream, sinking into oblivion forever.
However, in this dreamlike darkness that was filled with unknown dark matter, an extremely pure golden light broke through the chaos.
"Hmm? Why are there two people here? "A doubtful and dignified voice sounded. Finally, everything returned to silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the figure that should have been killed by the Virtual God, but somehow survived, slowly opened his eyes.
What entered his eyes was a clear and bright surroundings, and there was the gentle sound of a breeze blowing through bamboo.
"Didn't I die? Is this the Reincarnation Realm …?"
"Could it be that when a god dies, there will also be reincarnation …?"
Jian Wushuang slowly sat up from the bamboo bed. He did not have time to think about anything before he was interrupted by the intense pain that came from his body.
"I can still feel pain when I'm dead? Could it be that I'm not dead? "Jian Wushuang murmured softly. He quickly stabilized his heart and carefully checked the meridians in his body.
After this check, he realized that he was not dead!
Other than the meridians in his body that were broken beyond recognition, even his Divine Power was slowly being created and destroyed!
"I'm not dead? I'm not dead! "The uncontrollable ecstasy made Jian Wushuang forget the intense pain in his body.
It was not until he calmed down for a while that he started to look around the room that he was temporarily staying in.
The room was extremely simple. Every piece of furniture, window decorations, and even the house were made of bamboo. Moreover, from the roughness of it, it seemed that the owner had made it by hand.
Enduring the intense pain, Jian Wushuang walked out of the room barefoot.
Outside the door, the warm sunlight shone on his face. The two sides of the small house were planted into a bamboo garden.
In front of him was a boundless plain.
Looking at the fairyland-like environment in front of him, Jian Wushuang completely let down his guard. He had not enjoyed a moment of relaxation for tens of thousands of years.
However, he only relaxed for a moment before all the questions came rushing back to his mind!
The fierce battlefield of blood and fire, the army of one million divine power cultivators, and the heavily injured old sovereign were all like sharp knives cutting into his body.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at the other room behind him.
He quickly pushed the door open and entered. Only then did he let out a slight sigh of relief.
In the room, the Old Sovereign was quietly lying on the bed. His aura was calm and he had already passed the critical period. However, the dark green spiderweb-like patterns on his skin had not dissipated.
Without any hesitation, Jian Wushuang sat in front of the bed and extended his hand to transfer the divine power in his body into the old man's body.
Jian Wushuang's divine power entered his body like a clay ox entering the sea, not a trace of it could be seen. However, Jian Wushuang seemed to be sitting still as he continued to channel divine power into his body.
This continued for several years, and the sun in the sky never rose or fell. Everything was as usual.
Then, a slight fluctuation came from the continent.
Jian Wushuang slowly opened his eyes as if he had realized something. He quickly walked out of the bamboo house.
From the distant horizon, a gap automatically opened in space, and countless figures came to the continent.
Looking at the familiar figures and the familiar divine power, Jian Wushuang could no longer suppress his emotions and rushed over.
Supreme Blood Wave, who was bathed in blood, was already at the end of his tether. Beside him, the Nine Tribulations King, whose white robes had turned into blood-red robes, the Tyrant Clan's Patriarch, White Ape, Long Yan, Long Chi, Martial Sword Immortal Taixu, and the others were also in the same state.
The army of less than one million cultivators had long lost all luster in their eyes. Only the Kirin Clan, who had also suffered heavy casualties, had excited looks on their faces.
Jian Wushuang, who was dressed in a plain robe, arrived in front of everyone in an instant.
Supreme Blood Wave smiled and said slowly, "Palace Master Wushuang, I'm here to see you."
With that, Supreme Blood Wave fainted.
Jian Wushuang hurriedly moved and supported Supreme Blood Wave.
Martial Sword Immortal, who was beside him, widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "Jian Wushuang? You're not dead? "
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and nodded. "I'm lucky I'm not dead. Let's not talk about this first. Quickly find a place to settle down."
At this moment, everyone's tensed nerves were completely relaxed.
He was not dead. Everyone firmly believed that the Divine Power Universe still had a chance.
Nearly one million cultivators of the Divine Power Universe set up camp on the plains. After all, every inch of space here was filled with pure divine power. Quickly recovering was the top priority.
It was only after the severely injured cultivators were settled that Jian Wushuang noticed a middle-aged man in a plain golden robe smiling at him from not far away.
Behind the middle-aged man with an extraordinary aura stood Qi Ting and Qi Gong, who were the only survivors of the Five Kirin Sons.
Almost instinctively, Jian Wushuang realized that the middle-aged man was the master of this world.
"My young friend, your constitution is indeed extraordinary. It's only been a few years since we last met, and you've already recovered completely." The middle-aged man brought Qi Ting and Qi Gong over to Jian Wushuang quickly.
"Thank you for saving my life, my friend. I can't thank you enough." Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said solemnly.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily. "My name is Qi Ting. I'm the eldest son of the Kirin Clan. If you don't mind, you can also call me Big Brother Qi."
Looking at Qi Ting and Qi Gong behind the middle-aged man, Jian Wushuang understood that the middle-aged man was not lying. Without much hesitation, he cupped his hands again and smiled. "Big Brother Qi."
The middle-aged man named Qi Ting nodded and smiled. "How many years has it been? My Cangwu Platform is finally useful."
"Cangwu Platform? Where is this?"
"It's near the shattered Rodu. It exists next to the Spring of Chaos," Qi Ting explained.
Jian Wushuang nodded. When the Rodu Star Field was destroyed, he could vaguely sense a strange energy attached to the Spring of Chaos. Now that he thought about it, it was the Cangwu Platform.
"I don't know how many eras have passed since I entered this place when I was young. I don't know anything about what's happened outside. I've already wasted half my life." Qi Ting was half reminiscing and half sighing with emotion.
"If I hadn't completely taken that step, I'm afraid that this tribulation in the Divine Power Universe would be my eternal regret."
With that said, Qi Ting's eyes shone with a brilliant divine light. An aura that seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of time surged forth.
Jian Wushuang, who was just about to console Qi Ting, couldn't help but be shocked when he sensed everything that had appeared around him.
This was an existence that completely transcended worldly matters, yet could control all things. It was an existence that could create laws with just a breath. This was an ancestor!
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