Thirty-six Immortal Platforms.
Thirty-six Origins.
This lineup that came from the current world's cultivation system was not Xie Tian's limit.
Because these thirty-six Immortal Platforms had already filled up Xie Tian's body to the point where there was no space left.
As long as one more Immortal Platform could fit, the thirty-six Immortal Platforms would definitely become thirty-seven.
From Xie Yue's perspective, this was extremely normal.
The Three Thousand Great Daos.
After each Dao was destroyed and rebuilt, there was an illusory but definite path to becoming a Great Emperor.
If it was the cultivation system of the Primordial Era, the current Xie Tian had only touched thirty-six of the Three Thousand Great Daos. He was still far from Lu Feiyang at his peak.
For example, Qiu Tian had seven Immortal Platforms and seven Origins of Heavenly Dao. This did not mean that Qiu Tian had seven paths to becoming a Great Emperor. In fact, it was not even possible to add up the chances of him becoming a Great Emperor to seventy percent.
Putting aside the illusory path to becoming a Great Emperor that Xie Yue did not dare to walk even once, even the realm above Daozu was related to the number of Immortal Platforms …
However, the most important thing was still the common understanding towards the various Origins of Heavenly Dao. The comprehension that came along with it, as well as the fusion that might result in a qualitative change.
Hence, thirty-six Immortal Platforms in the two God Realms could suppress all of the random prodigies from the Primordial Era. In Xie Yue's perspective, it was nothing special.
The Hongmeng Little Tyrant felt the same.
Seeing that there were so many things in his body, and that there were more than thirty of them that did not light up, he even frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
However, the inexplicable feeling was still increasing.
He could not be bothered with these changes, and walked towards the depths of the tribulation clouds.
The tribulation clouds that had expanded to a thickness of ninety thousand meters, as little tyrant continued to walk deeper, they automatically opened up a path to the heavens.
After little tyrant walked past, the two separated auspicious clouds flowed into Xie Yue's body along with the fifty thousand kilometer vortex, eagerly gifting the heavens to the person they wanted to gift the most.
Not long after this process began, little tyrant's footsteps in the air suddenly came to a halt, and his expression became stunned.
After a short moment of shock, his domineering and arrogant eyes gradually became dazed.
"It's here!"
Seeing this, Xie Yue narrowed his eyes. Ignoring the backlash he received from forcefully revealing the River of Time, he erupted once again!
However …
"How could I not see it?!"
After a moment of astonishment, Evilmoon seemed to understand, and his heart went cold.
"One of the three great Daoist bodies, the Primordial Manifestation Body. Only the manifestation remains, the Primordial Manifestation is almost gone …"
"The number one young master of the Lu Family doesn't even have a trace of his bloodline …"
"My fate has been severed …"
"Even the past has been sealed …"
…
Even though Evil Moon had once followed the Evil Emperor, the First Emperor of all times, to dominate the universe, he still felt a chill run down his spine when he listed out the four points that Xie Tian had suffered!
Too ruthless!
Too ruthless!
Too vicious!
Destroy the foundation!
Sever fate!
This was already worse than murder! Competing in burning bones and scattering ashes! It was even more ruthless than dying without a burial!
"You still won't give up?!"
"He even wants to seal his memories!"
"It's the Great Emperor!"
Only a true Great Emperor would be able to make Evil Moon return empty-handed!
Suddenly, Evil Moon seemed to think of something. His heart skipped a beat, and a strong palpitation arose!
"God, Shen Wushuang!"
"If not for Shen Wushuang stealing Xie Tian's God Source …"
The dumbfounded Evil Moon slowly turned his head. Looking at Xie Ya, he unconsciously muttered, "That Xie Tian, died long ago, died … Don't tell me this is just a sip, a peck …"
After a long silence, Evil Moon silently let out a deep sigh.
"Lu Ya, is this how you dote on your son …"
…
Even if it was him, or the owner of that ancient memory …
What Evil Moon couldn't see, little tyrant couldn't see as well.
The chance of recovery brought to him by the auspicious clouds was pitifully small.
Adding the Great Emperor's seal, the past in front of his eyes was hazy and blurry.
Fortunately, he could still faintly sense his own memories and feel the changes in his emotions. Then, by feeling the changes in his emotions, he could imagine his own memories.
Joy.
Innocence.
Optimism.
Outstanding talent.
Great strength.
Adoration.
Arrogance.
Dominance.
Arrogance.
Unrestrained actions.
…
Fighting spirit born from the appearance of a formidable opponent!
It was a motivation born from the threat!
A qualitative change in self-improvement due to motivation!
Victory born from self-improvement!
The arrogance of an ancient tyrant because of his victory!
…
Doubt …
Disdain …
Anger …
Stubbornness …
Killing intent!
Killing intent!
Killing frenzy!
Grievance …
Silence …
…
The memories caused by his emotions first made little tyrant smile, then laugh domineeringly. Then, when he felt wronged and silent, he could not help but shed tears.
Although Xie Tian who was curled up in the darkness could not use his emotions to imagine his blurry memories, he could still feel the emotions themselves.
Although he had become incredibly weak and fearful, unlike little tyrant, he did not laugh lightly, nor did he cry.
It was as though his goal was not these memories, or perhaps, he only wanted to find what he wanted amidst these countless memories and emotions.
However, from the looks of it, he did not find it.
The feeling of emotions continued.
The range of the auspicious clouds also continued to shrink.
After the initial inexplicable excitement and madness that he could not suppress, Yuanba gradually calmed down. He continued to sit cross-legged, suppressing his injuries and raising his fighting strength.
Qiu Tian, who had gone from kneeling on the ground to prostrating himself on the ground, stood up at this moment. However, his eyes were still lifeless.
Xie Yue had already calmed down. However, his complexion was a little worse than before, and his eyes were still a little dazed.
Shooting Sun Bow. After being stunned for a long time, his brain seemed to have suddenly become lively.
With this movement, he subconsciously shivered. Staring at the tribulation clouds that had turned into auspicious clouds, he was about to let out a shocked sigh …
"No …"
"It's not me, it's not me …"
"It's really not me …"
"No!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"It's not me!"
"It's not me!"
"It's not me!"
… …
Boom boom boom boom boom!
From murmurs to shouts.
From shouts to roars.
From roars to hoarse shouts.
From the golden vortex at the center of the auspicious clouds, the voices rang out one after another. In the end, when the voices became hoarse, the golden auspicious clouds that had shrunk to a million kilometers exploded …
Revealing Xie Tian, who had been taken over by little tyrant.
Currently, his hair was in a mess. His blood-red eyes were mournful, and the corners of his eyes were cracked. Tears of blood were like sinister little red snakes, crawling all over his face.
Currently, his face was filled with anger, anger, sorrow, grief, and determination. His throat and chest heaved up and down violently, as though he was still preparing to shout at the top of his lungs.
"It's not me!"
"It's not me!"
"It's not me!"
… …
The auspicious clouds were gone.
And the void.
But with a hoarse shout, the void exploded. It was gone.
The void was gone.
And the seawater.
But with a hoarse shout, the seawater exploded. It was gone.
Their voices were hoarse and hoarse, shattering and destroying everything in their path …
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