Everyone was extremely excited.
They looked at Heavenly Emperor Liu in the sky. He had used his unique technique to devour and merge all the experts, gathering the top forces of the current era for this battle.
The Celestial Ancestor, Liana, Hongqi, the first Buddhist Ancestor, Mara …
There were also the millions of fallen gods all over the main battlefield. They turned into soul torrents and merged into his body. If he couldn't even win like this …
"I must win."
Everyone saw Heavenly Emperor Liu's soul burning. An extremely shocking scene quickly appeared in front of them from Earth.
It was light.
Countless people's emotions were surging. Hope, dream, hate, love, kindness, hypocrisy … Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, hate, these five emotions, and the soul that symbolized the opposite, good and evil.
It was a mixed power that had gathered and devoured the souls of countless people. It quickly surged into Heavenly Emperor Liu's body, like a large Mara. An even larger amalgamation of fog was like a snow-white sun, emitting dazzling light.
Boom!
One punch.
"Heheheheh! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! " Heavenly Emperor Liu's face was filled with madness and malice. His face was filled with resentment and despair. However, as the emotions of all living beings surged, he seemed to have a different kind of emotion for the first time. His face was already covered in tears.
Boom!
It was like an explosion of dust.
He fiercely smashed his opponent's head. The next second, before his opponent could react, he directly bombarded his chest with hundreds of punches.
Exploding crazily at a speed that surpassed the speed of sound, the densely packed punches landing on his body.
"Go back to your coffin!"
Boom!
With the last punch, the black fog completely exploded.
The sky was clear, and the world seemed to be completely clean.
The world was like glass that had been carefully polished, clear and transparent.
Heavenly Emperor Liu knelt on the ground, his face twisted and proud. His crazy roar was mixed with pain and satisfaction.
He knelt on the ground, raising his arms high as if he was holding up the sky. "I won, I won … Do you see that? I won! "
"We won!"
The whole world also erupted in astonishing cheers and earth-shattering sounds of joy.
That fog behemoth-like existence was finally killed. That ancient fog afterimage was, after all, an incomplete existence. They had won.
Some people cried tears of joy, while others mourned the loss of familiar faces in the war. After all, the casualties were too great, and almost all the experts in the world had survived.
"The battle is over."
"We are still alive."
Many people sat in the ruins and wept.
In the Fu Qingjun cafeteria.
Get down!
Little Trumpet excitedly blew the suona, mixed with tears of excitement, running back and forth in the cafeteria.
Bai Yu, a calm and taciturn man, also shouted excitedly and clenched his fists.
All the men of Miao Chuntang cheered and rejoiced when they saw the live broadcast from a distant time and space. They knew that the era had completely changed after the calamity.
That was a brand new era of the prehistoric Earth universe that was about to arrive.
Even Fu Qingjun was in the canteen, gulping down a mouthful of noodles as he solemnly declared: "The Parallel Earth expedition team has obtained victory and resisted the Apocalypse … It's been half a year, and we've finally reached this step"
The next moment, Liu Tiandi's figure also gradually became blurry.
He had absorbed too many souls and willpower, and his entire person had long since become an inhuman aggregation monster. At this moment, even his body was collapsing, and he could not maintain his form.
"Even that guy …"
Everyone felt an indescribable emotion pressing down on their hearts.
Mortals everywhere and the great wizards among the survivors suddenly looked at the oval projection mirror quietly.
It clearly reflected the wilderness ruins that seemed to be the end of the world. A man who was gradually collapsing knelt on the ground, roaring at the sky, but his entire body was rapidly weakening.
A ray of morning sunlight sprinkled down from the sky, shining on the ground, and countless raindrops inexplicably fell from the sky.
Mara's figure gradually appeared where she was.
"You've really succeeded in using me this time." Liu Luo's figure gradually became blurry and fragmented, but his entire person raised a trace of a smile. "Can you promise me one thing?"
Mara was silent for a moment.
She knew that Liu Luo was now truly smiling and not pretending.
He had merged too many things, emotions, energy, and soul, and was no longer himself. He could now feel the emotions of a truly healthy creature.
"What is it?" Mara asked.
"The prehistoric era has already been changed by me, then, the future will also usher in changes." Liu Luo looked at the sky. "I hope you can go and see the future me. You should know what I want to do, so don't bother me anymore."
Mara was stunned.
But, was there really a future?
He could not help but ask himself.
Perhaps, even if he traveled to the distant prehistoric era hundreds of thousands of years ago and changed the past, would the future really be changed?
After he returned to the modern era, would the world he saw be different because he changed the prehistoric era?
Even if it changed, would he, Liu Luo, be born? Would he exist in this world? … Even if he really died here, would he still be alive in the world that had been changed in the future? It was still unknown.
But Mara did not refuse. He bent down and squatted down.
"I got it."
Suddenly, some inexplicable scenes that only humans would have flashed in his mind.
In a mountain village full of corpses.
"You're not bad. Since your surname is Liu, why don't you call yourself Liu Luo?"
…
"Little guy, you're a ghost that gave birth to a human body. It's a rare physique in the world. You have to live a little longer … For our Demon World, open up a new era."
…
"I, the True Immortal of Heaven and Earth, rule the earth, symbolize the truth, kindness, and beauty of the world!"
He punched his avatar, "You deserve to die!"
…
He ate his avatar in one bite, "Delicious!"
…
Boom!
Mara seemed to see a part of life. That arrogant and overbearing young man who laughed wildly at the sky in disbelief had a complicated expression.
Liu Luo did not speak anymore. His whole body rapidly withered, aged, and decayed. He slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the clear blue sky and scorching sun, as if he saw the most familiar distant years of his past.
Suddenly, the image of a mother holding a book by Gatha appeared in front of him.
"Really, no matter how long it takes, you'll remember."
"Who said I'm dead …" Liu Luo's whole body gradually disappeared. He looked at the sky and smiled brightly, "My past fate has been changed by me. I will reappear in the land of Shushan after hundreds of thousands of years."
"Go, to the next future."
…
…
Crack!
He fell on the ground.
In the next second, the sky was divided into two colors.
"Ji li gu lu …"
The dark side of the sky seemed to have fallen. Suddenly, a black and ferocious arm stretched out. It was actually a prehistoric god that tore through the void and came over, speaking in an unknown ancient language of the universe.
It seemed that because it sensed the death of a certain avatar, it was angry and awakened, full of hatred and evil.
"The remains of the god and demon have come personally …"
Someone showed a look of disbelief, full of despair, "How is this possible!!"
The first time, they thought they would win, but who knew there was a trump card. The second time, the third time … Unexpectedly, the opponent kept revealing all kinds of powerful means, as if it was a colossus that could not be defeated.
But at this time, it was impossible for them to win … They had used their last resort, and they had used the method of mutual destruction.
On the other side of the clear sky, there seemed to be countless black silk-like threads dancing in the air, gathering into an overwhelming black ball of thread eyeball, forming a mysterious vortex pattern, slowly appearing from the void.
"The Eye of Horace …" Someone shouted, "God has descended to slay the demon again."
History closed the book.
This ancient prehistoric mural gathered into an eternal scene, recorded on the stone slab hundreds of thousands of years later.
A mortal knelt in the center of the land after the great flood.
On the left side of the sky, it was as dark as ink, and an ancient demon god's arm descended.
On the right side of the sky, it was clear and bright, and an ancient universe god's eye appeared.
Time and time were enough to wash away all the heroic stories in history. When people in the distant future opened the last chapter of the "Chronicles of the Maya Civilization" and saw the mural on the last page, there was no unnecessary description or summary.
But everyone who saw this ancient prehistoric mythological mural knew what had happened. At the bottom of the page, there was only a name of the mural that was full of mythological meaning.
[The Eye of Horace, Painting of Good and Evil.]
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