His eyes were blank and slightly sluggish. With the appearance of this person, heaven and earth instantly became still. The sound of insects and birds was originally endless, but at this moment, it suddenly became silent. Even the swaying vegetation in the wind seemed to be frozen!
"Who … am I?" The person muttered in confusion.
It was him! He slowly closed his eyes. His entire person was like a weathered boulder. He did not open his eyes for a full three days and three nights, as if he was recalling the dusty past.
"I passed through the universe, condensed the heaven, earth, and earth, experienced the destruction of my soul, and buried myself with my own hands?"
The person slowly opened his eyes. The confusion in his eyes disappeared, and a wisp of chaotic light flickered in his eyes. As his eyes opened and closed, a touch of desolation and sorrow flashed past. However, an invisible pressure slowly bloomed around him, and even heaven and earth became still.
"Who am I? I am Ye Xuan! I am Ye Xuan who never gave up and fought the Heavenly Dao. I am Ye Xuan who did not die when the three tribulations came! "Ye Xuan muttered to himself. His eyes gradually regained their light.
"Hahaha!"
Rumble.
Thunder and lightning descended from the vast sky, and heaven and earth collapsed inch by inch. Ye Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed hysterically. His vicissitudes and sorrowful laughter shook heaven and earth.
"There can be no construction without destruction, and construction after destruction. So this is the true profound meaning of the Immortal Scripture!" Ye Xuan said to himself sorrowfully. His entire person became silent.
What was immortality?
Seeking life in death and standing in life. The so-called true profound meaning of the Immortal Scripture was only understood by Ye Xuan after three million years.
He finally understood everything. The most heaven-defying part of the Immortal Scripture was to seek life in death. It buried his tribulation and buried himself.
Rumble!
A Space-Time Tree Sapling flickered between his eyebrows. Wisps of black ripples spread out between heaven and earth. The cultivation of the Heavenly Dao's Seven Tribulations faintly overflowed. The surrounding space and time were collapsing inch by inch.
"Even though my soul has been destroyed, I am still immortal. I have broken through the eternal cycle of reincarnation. I am still immortal!"
"I am still me, but where is the person who passed away now?"
Ye Xuan whispered sorrowfully, and a wisp of desolation flashed past his face. He gazed at the heavens and the earth in the surroundings, and he couldn't sense the familiar aura from before any longer. Moreover, he felt extremely unfamiliar with this primeval world.
Without destruction, there can be no construction. After destruction, one can shed their cocoon and transform into a butterfly, and be reborn.
Three million years ago, in the battle of destruction, he used his own life to summon the River of Time, allowing his future self to personally bury his current self.
That battle was too tragic, and he was already at the end of the road. The Mysterious Fairy died in that battle, and the 33rd Celestial Court was crippled. He even exiled it into the endless void, and only then did he manage to escape.
In that battle, he returned all his cultivation to Yuan Ling, completely severing the karma between him and Yuan Ling. Three million years later, he was reborn and finally comprehended the ultimate meaning of the Undying Immortal Scripture.
Three million years of sedimentation, from life to death, and from death to life, he struggled between life and death, and that wisp of indestructible will had never been extinguished.
In that unseen world, Ye Xuan finally comprehended the ultimate meaning of the Undying Immortal Scripture. The so-called cultivation was only a manifestation of power, and was not his true foundation. The so-called calamity was also the karma that he had planted in the past.
Although he returned all his cultivation to Yuan Ling, the calamity that he went through was not fake at all. His withered bones regenerated flesh and blood, and his lost cultivation was completely restored within three million years. Moreover, he was approaching the Eight Calamities of the Heavenly Dao.
Moreover, after three million years, the space-time seed had already grown into a small tree. Back then, not only did he bury himself, but also the space-time power that he had painstakingly cultivated.
After three million years, his cultivation and space-time power had already grown to an extremely terrifying level. He was already at the peak of the Seven Calamities of the Heavenly Dao.
To put it bluntly, even if Dao Ancestor Hongjun stood in front of him at this moment, the outcome of the battle between the two of them would be hard to predict. And if Ye Xuan stepped into the Eight Calamities of the Heavenly Dao, even if Dao Ancestor Hongjun had the support of the will of the Heavenly Dao, he would still not be a match for Ye Xuan. He could only be suppressed by Ye Xuan.
After three million years, he finally remembered the distant past, and the memories in his mind were surging towards him.
However, although Ye Xuan came back to life three million years later, and his cultivation was approaching the Eight Calamities of the Heavenly Dao, he was not happy. This was because the people and things that he was once familiar with were no longer there. He was the only one left in the vast world.
"The sea moves horizontally, and time changes. After three million years, who will still remember me, Ye Xuan?" Ye Xuan muttered to himself.
Loneliness, bleakness, and a touch of sadness. He looked at the world in front of him indifferently, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His old friends were no longer around, and the past was buried in the dust of time. However, there were some things that Ye Xuan did not forget, and there were some grudges that he had to take revenge for.
"Three million years can't cut off the past, and three million years can't destroy the karma of the past. Let me, Ye Xuan, see what this world has become after three million years!"
Without the existence of heaven and earth, without the appearance of anything, Ye Xuan took a step forward, and the heaven and earth were destroyed. If Dao Ancestor Hongjun saw such a method, he would probably be extremely shocked, because even he could not catch the trajectory of Ye Xuan's departure.
…
Stepping over mountains and rivers, crossing divine mountains and vast oceans, Ye Xuan walked all over the Eldritch Wasteland.
The Celestial Court of the Thirty-Three Layers no longer existed, and the Ancient Demon Court had disappeared without a trace. Even the Underworld that controlled the Six Paths of Reincarnation had disappeared. This was a Eldritch Wasteland where thousands of Daos contended, and it was also a Eldritch Wasteland where various races competed for hegemony.
Time changed, and the mountains and rivers moved. All familiar people and things were buried in the dust of history. Ye Xuan seemed to have turned into a mortal walking in the Eldritch Wasteland. There was no aura around him, and he slowly saw this strange world in his eyes.
He once walked alone in the bustling city, admired flowers in the desert, roared in the vast sea, and drank wine and sang with the mortals!
He was dead drunk, and he left in sorrow. He looked at the Eldritch Wasteland and felt that it was extremely strange.
…
Heavenly Cloud Immortal City.
In a tavern, there was a square table, a pot of strong wine, and a wine cup!
Whoosh!
The strong wine was poured into the cup, and Ye Xuan drank it all in one gulp. Although it was a mortal thing, the burning sensation of the strong wine in his throat made him somewhat fond of it. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was searching for the memories hidden in the depths of his mind!
Ye Xuan drank the strong wine cup after cup. His eyes were somewhat intoxicated, and his body emitted a strong smell of alcohol. It was not the strong wine that made him drunk, but he just wanted to empty his mind and think about the people he missed and the things of the past.
"Hey, have you heard? The geniuses of various races are gathering at Mount Buzhou to decide who is the number one of the young generation in the Eldritch Wasteland! "
"Pfft! How can I not know about such a grand event? I heard that these geniuses are all peerless talents, and are valued by the ancestors of various races. This event is simply unprecedented. "
"Hehe, you don't know about this, do you? I know a big secret."
A burst of enthusiastic conversation came from the corner of the tavern. Several cultivators were discussing in low voices.
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