It was the final fifty years before the disaster!
It was just like the darkness of dawn before Tong Li. It was the beginning and end of all darkness in the world. At that moment, Arid Triad was in that state. Fifty years was half a mortal's life, but to cultivators, it might just be the blink of an eye.
But the powerful warriors of the previous aeons who had woken up did not want those fifty years to be just the blink of an eye. They wanted to completely erupt with the madness they had accumulated and release all their desires to their heart's content. They would then accompany the world into the disaster, and once the disaster was over, they would squander away their desires for another hundred years in the new world they believed would appear.
Then, they would fall into deep sleep and wait for the disaster of the new aeon to wake up once more.
This was their fate, an endless cycle of epochs and epochs. It was as if there would be no end to it. Even they themselves believed it to be so. Few people knew that, in fact, this catastrophe didn't just affect all living things, it also affected … themselves!
Flowers blooming and wilting were fated. The power of the petals blooming was also the desire to fall. When the petals withered and fell to the ground, how many people could imagine just how many bees and butterflies would be attracted to the flower and be reluctant to part with it?
One cycle of life and death, one Dao!
As time passed, more powerful warriors of the previous aeons surged into Dark Dawn, Saint Defier, and Arid Triad. No matter how crazed they were in Dark Dawn and Saint Defier's camps, they seemed to hold back a little. They did not reach their full potential. At most, they were temperamental and killed a lot.
But in Arid Triad Expanse Cosmos, the people who had intruded into it were the ones who had woken up from their slumber. They seemed to be even more casual and crazed. They killed, Possessed others, refined others, used them as furnaces, and all sorts of evil deeds filled all of Arid Triad.
They were arrogant because they believed that no one could kill them. They were crazed because over the course of countless years, they could no longer be called cultivators. Instead, they had become a part of the disaster.
Only a handful of powerful warriors could remain clear-headed and believe that they were not ferocious beasts but cultivators. This sort of people rarely ventured out, and they were usually the same as the boy. During the one hundred years, they remained the same as before.
Su Ming originally did not want to pay much attention to the powerful warriors of the previous aeons. It did not matter whether they killed or committed heinous acts, it was the final release of their lives. It did not matter whether it was all lives or the galaxy. During the final fifty years, the world turned into chaos and the apocalypse arrived, and all of it … was just an interlude before the main theme was about to begin.
With Su Ming's personality, as long as he did not step into True Morning Dao World and did not disturb his isolation to prepare to fight against Arid Triad, he would not pay much attention to the changes in the powerful warriors of the previous aeons, because in Su Ming's eyes … they were in truth just like ants.
The difference in their state of being and the difference in their Realms caused Su Ming's gaze to be different when he looked at the world. Even though the powerful warriors from the previous aeons were also in Avacaniya Realm and were only one or two Realms away from Su Ming … Su Ming had understood his Dao, and they had given up on the possibility of understanding it.
Su Ming did not stop the people who fled to True Morning Dao World to seek refuge. All lives had a chance to live, and they chose this place. They chose to live in peace for fifty years, and that was their choice.
However, Su Ming had underestimated the madness and arrogance of the powerful warriors of the previous aeons. He originally thought that if he chased the old man out of True Morning Dao World and destroyed his body and soul, it would serve as a warning. After all … Su Ming had killed far too many people in his life. During the fifty years before the world was destroyed, all lives were bound to die, and Su Ming did not want to snatch too many lives from the disaster.
The old man let out a shrill roar before he died, and it had indeed caused quite a number of powerful warriors from the previous aeons to be apprehensive … but at the same time, excitement and agitation that they could not control erupted from them.
They were excited, incredibly excited, and their excitement was so great that bloodlust appeared in their eyes. It had been a long time since they felt like they could die.
If a soul had died for a long time, it would long for life, and if a living person had lived for a long time, they would long for death. This did not mean that they longed for death. Instead, they were infatuated with the feeling of their blood flowing faster when they were caught between life and death.
They knew a long time ago that there was a powerful existence in True Morning Dao World. That place was his territory, and he did not allow outsiders to step into it. When the one hundred years had just passed, the first batch of powerful warriors from the previous aeons had sensed Su Ming's divine thought, which was why they had spread word of it, and that was why the fifty years of peace had lasted for them.
Yet when the old man died, the peace was broken. While they were excited, many of the powerful warriors from the previous aeons saw the arrogant attitude of Su Ming's True Morning Dao World … as a form of provocation.
After all, those who could survive the disaster aeons were all prodigies and outstanding talents. They were also people who had great fortuitous encounters. They refused to submit to each other, and it was even more so for Su Ming, who they had never seen before and was hiding in True Morning Dao World.
Three years after the old man's death, nearly one hundred powerful warriors from the previous aeons led the three old monsters who had lived for the longest time … and stepped into True Morning Dao World on a large scale for the first time.
Nearly one hundred of them were in the middle stage of Avacaniya Realm. As for the three old men, they were almost at the peak of the middle stage of Avacaniya Realm. On the day three years later, they stepped into True Morning Dao World from a spot near True Sacred Yin World, the spot where the old man had died.
There might only be one hundred of them, but in truth, at that moment, most of the powerful warriors from the previous aeons in Arid Triad were paying attention to it through different methods. In fact, they had even set up a bet and treated this as a drama in their lives. It would become a beautiful memory in the short amount of time they had left when they woke up.
When nearly one hundred powerful warriors stepped into True Morning Dao World, a ripple that looked like a violent gust of wind swept through the entire True Morning Dao World. It swiftly spread out and swept through all of True Morning Dao World, causing the hearts of the cultivators hiding in True Morning Dao World to tremble. Terror and despair appeared on their faces. They did not know whether this place could still be considered a paradise.
The nearly one hundred powerful presences turned into a windstorm when the ripple swept through the area. It became stronger with each passing moment, and strange roars reverberated in the air with malice and arrogance.
At that moment, Su Ming opened his eyes in Ninth Summit's sect.
"Baldy, take this and wipe off these people," Su Ming said faintly. By his side, the bald crane, which was already bored to death, immediately became full of energy and started crying out. Its eyes shone brightly, and excitement appeared in them.
"Crystals! Crystals! These people have lived for so long, they must have a lot of crystals on them!" The bald crane's eyes sparkled. In its excitement, it saw Su Ming swing his arm, and a wooden stick the size of a palm immediately floated in front of it.
"What's this?" The bald crane was momentarily stunned. It thought that Su Ming would bring out some sort of astonishing treasure, but when it looked at it, the wooden stick was incredibly normal. There was nothing special about it.
"You only need to knock this against a random person, and that person will be wiped off." As Su Ming spoke, he closed his eyes again and immersed himself in gaining an epiphany while training. He wanted to ensure that he would be at the peak of his condition fifty years later when he faced all the disasters and destruction.
"Alright!" The bald crane was full of energy. It grabbed the wooden stick, and as it cackled strangely, it moved and turned into a long arc that charged into the distance. It sliced through space and fled into the galaxy.
To the powerful warriors of the previous aeons, this was a game, but to the bald crane, it was also a game. However, once it cleared the game, it would obtain a large amount of crystals. This reward was enough to make the bald crane descend into madness.
It let out strange cries and acted arrogantly. It was so fast that it surpassed its previous limit. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that there was no limit to the bald crane. With a sufficient amount of crystals, it could bring out an almost limitless explosive power.
There were not many planets in True Morning Dao World. Most of them were floating continents. At that moment, the near one hundred powerful warriors turned into one hundred long arcs and charged over from one of the continents.
"There are quite a number of living beings here. Haha! Don't fight with me over this place! This is mine! I will refine this continent and all the living beings on it and turn them into parts of my Enchanted Treasure!" An old man's laughter immediately echoed in the air from among the one hundred people. With one move, he charged towards the continent. When he lifted his right hand, white flames instantly appeared on his palm. They seemed to be able to melt the galaxy, and when he flung his arm, they spread out towards the continent beneath him.
The others in the area watched with smiles on their faces. No one came forward to snatch the continent. In fact, the old man could already foresee that he would hear countless shrill screams of pain in the next breath and the continent would be refined into parts of his Enchanted Treasure.
Yet at the instant the flames were about to descend and the cultivators on the continent sank into despair, the bald crane walked out from the space under the flames. It had its head held high and an incredibly arrogant expression on its face. Once it appeared, it lifted its claw, and a log of wood immediately flew out to charge towards the flames.
At the instant they collided, there was not much of a boom. The flames trembled and collapsed in an instant, but the wooden stick did not stop. It pierced through the flames, and in the next breath, it appeared before the old man, who had a shocked expression on his face. It only touched him lightly.
That touch … caused the galaxy to fall into dead silence.
The old man's body was instantly reduced to a pulp when the log of wood that was only the size of a palm touched him. His flesh and blood crumbled, and his form and soul were destroyed.
When the galaxy fell silent, the bald crane was also shocked by the wooden stick's strength, but soon, it snapped out of its stupor. A thought appeared in its head, and it immediately turned into an old man with the air of an immortal.
With a prideful smile on his face, he said flatly, "I am the bald crane.
I heard that the cultivators on this continent are willing to pay one million crystals to avoid the disaster today. Is this true? "As it spoke, the bald crane lowered its head and looked at the cultivators on the continent with an indifferent expression.
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