In the thirty-second year of Jingzhi, Changping County's Bai Residence gave birth to a strange son who lived to the age of five hundred and twenty-seven without any illness or disaster.
After experiencing thousands of tribulations, it was not necessarily a bad thing to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
There were only two figures in the Luo Du Galaxy that was still in a broken state.
The Nine Tribulations King stood far away in the void, watching the thin but determined figure walk forward step by step.
He did not know when they would meet again after this farewell, but everything was already set in stone and could not be changed.
That peerless genius who had stunned everyone left just like that.
Jian Wushuang looked back at the Nine Tribulations King one last time, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Then, he faced the Heavenly Gate that was as vast as the galaxy and stepped into it.
"Buzz …"
Billions of strands of divine light scattered across the sky like tassels, finally disappearing into the void completely.
The Nine Tribulations King stood in place, lost in thought, as if he did not believe that Jian Wushuang had left.
However, in the entire vast divine power universe, there was no longer any trace of Jian Wushuang's aura.
It was as if he had never been here, or as if he was a passerby who stopped in a hurry. No one knew where he went in the end.
After a long while, the Nine Tribulations King whispered, "Great Yan Huan? I'll remember it. "
Accompanied by the terrifying wind in the space-time turbulence, Jian Wushuang felt a piercing pain in his body almost instantly.
After completely severing his past and peeling off the mud fetus' true shadow, his ancestral destiny returned to the divine power universe.
At the same time that he severed his ancestral past, he also entered the Derived Immortal Realm.
That was an even more mysterious realm, so mysterious that even Jian Wushuang, who had successfully ascended, could not describe it clearly.
However, the only thing he could be sure of was that the Derived Immortal was a special existence that surpassed the ancestral level.
This was because the symbol of the Derived Immortal was a supreme energy that was not much higher than divine power but had a unique growth ability.
The Derived Immortal was also a symbol of entering the Great Yan Huan.
However, Jian Wushuang's current situation was a little awkward. Although he had completely taken that step, his Derived Immortal was still in a weak state, it was difficult for him to effectively resist the space-time turbulence.
It should be known that even with Ding Baiyi's cultivation level, he would suffer greatly from the space-time turbulence if he was slightly careless.
Jian Wushuang carefully covered his entire body with Derivation Force and proceeded forward cautiously.
He was no longer wandering aimlessly in the space-time turbulence like a headless fly. There was a faint force guiding him.
Jian Wushuang did not know how many years he had been traveling in the chaos and darkness. Just when he felt that he was about to run out of oil, a crack in the Divine Gate that emitted an invisible white light appeared in front of him.
Without any hesitation, Jian Wushuang stepped inside.
Almost at the same time, layers of pressure enveloped Jian Wushuang's body. Jian Wushuang, who was already on the verge of death, had no strength to fight back and fainted.
History was always so similar. The second time Jian Wushuang came to the Great Yan Huan, he was also in a sorry state like the first time …
Intense pain spread through his limbs and bones. Then, he was sobered up by a shower of cold water.
Jian Wushuang was abruptly awakened from his unconscious state. When he looked over, he saw two figures that looked like manservants looking at him with half-smiles.
"You've obviously woken up, yet you still dare to continue playing dead?" One of the burly men with a beard grinned ferociously. He pulled out a long black bone whip from his waist, and a terrifying black and purple wind whipped directly at Jian Wushuang.
Even if he had just woken up from his coma, the battle instinct that was deeply ingrained in his bones made him attack almost instantly. His big hand directly grasped the tip of the whip, and at the same time, he slapped at the burly man with a beard.
It was conceivable that Jian Wushuang's terrifying move would certainly be able to easily whip him to death.
But then, a strange scene appeared.
The chain iron plate that was engraved with intricate patterns around Jian Wushuang's neck suddenly released a great power, and directly went through his limbs and bones, imprisoning him.
"Ah …" Jian Wushuang cried out in pain, and directly knelt on the ground.
The burly man with a beard, whose legs were trembling in fear, did not dare to be presumptuous anymore. He directly screamed and retreated.
At the same time, in the low dark clouds in the sky, there were suddenly thunder snakes surging.
The torrential rain fell, washing the earth.
Jian Wushuang lay on the ground on his side. That imprisonment made him unable to even breathe.
And on the ground covered with rough black and gray soil, there were more than 100,000 people in rags. When the torrential rain fell from the sky, they all faced up, letting the rain wash their bodies.
Around each of their necks was an iron plate with a chain, imprisoning their Divine Souls and bodies.
Amidst the torrential rain, an extremely thin figure slowly appeared in front of Jian Wushuang. Then, it stretched out an arm and directly carried Jian Wushuang on its shoulder. Then, the figure walked towards a huge cave.
The torrential rain stopped, and the more than 100,000 people slowly entered the cave.
After an unknown period of time, Jian Wushuang slowly woke up, and all he saw was the dim light of the fire.
"I, where is this …" He struggled to sit up.
When he saw nearly a thousand people sitting around him, Jian Wushuang was stunned.
In such a cave, how could there be so many people gathered?
Everyone looked at him with numb and empty eyes, and did not say a word.
And the thin figure that carried him back to the cave, at this moment, looked him up and down, and then said lightly, "Go to sleep, there is still work to do tomorrow, so don't tire yourself to death."
As his voice fell, everyone directly lay on the ground, and the cave became even more eerie and dead silent.
Slowly suppressing the depression in his heart, Jian Wushuang asked, "Where is this place?"
"Your tomb." The thin figure concisely said.
Jian Wushuang did not ask anymore, but tried to peel off the iron chain on his neck with his hand.
However, he only touched it slightly, and the supreme power from the iron chain instantly knocked him out.
Time passed quietly, and when the last ray of light in this huge cave disappeared, everything was really dead silent.
"Wake up, get up and work."
With a slight push, Jian Wushuang groggily woke up.
At this moment, the sky outside was already bright, and the people living in this cave began to line up and walk toward the exit.
The thin figure tilted his head, and then strode away.
Jian Wushuang slowly got up, and followed the group in a daze.
Although the sky was bright, there was no trace of the sun shining, and there were thick dark clouds in the distant sky.
Dozens of black mountains that almost bordered the sky, and more than 100,000 prisoners with iron chains on their necks, were the main colors here.
And Jian Wushuang was very sure that he had arrived at the Great Yan Huan.
However, the scene in front of him made him start to doubt it.
How did he come to this place, and it seemed like he had become a prisoner?
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