"Repelled in an instant?"
"A crushing defeat?"
They stared blankly at the disappearing wreckage.
They had exhausted all their trump cards in this battle. The wreckage of the other party's god and demon had personally attacked. They thought they would definitely die, but the God of Horace had personally descended …
"One hit …" Mara murmured.
In fact, this was a lose-lose situation.
Fu Qingjun had emptied all the resources he had harvested during this period of time. It could be considered a pay-to-win attack, but this lose-lose situation was also a huge gain. Fu Qingjun himself was hiding behind the scenes …
"Did we change prehistoric history?"
"The great God of Horace has actually descended!"
They looked at the wreckage of Bai Long on the ground, and at the huge vortex eyeball in the sky that was larger than the sun. At this moment, everyone stared at it seriously.
Crack!!
Everything suddenly became clear.
The colors in the sky seemed to have disappeared.
Only a huge black eyeball full of vortexes was left, slowly spinning.
The vast and majestic huge squirming fog body rotated. It was a mass of endless black fog that constantly expanded and contracted. It was like the eyeball of some deep-sea soft-bodied brachiopod, wantonly stretching its soft and dense eyelashes in a hateful manner.
After all, what other shape could hair have?
"This is … Horace?"
"Oh my God!"
All of this had gripped the throats of everyone present. The most primitive fear was released from the depths of their genes.
This was completely different from the bright image in everyone's hearts.
In front of them was the knowledge that symbolized all things in the world. It was an indescribable universal phenomenon. All of it was cold, quiet, cold, and morbid. It was like an ancient iron meteorite floating in the depths of the universe, like a white crescent moon that had illuminated mankind for hundreds of millions of years in the night.
They looked up and murmured the most ancient of histories.
"The next day, Horace bestowed knowledge."
They seemed to have traveled through ancient time and space to read the second ancient slate. The countless vortex disks on the slate hovered in the sky. The mortals on the ground all had different descriptions of it.
They finally understood what Professor Nasica had said when she saw Amiro in the Maya Chronicles.
"He is like a black, silent, and cold mountain range in space that is countless light years wide. He stands in the distant dark abyss of the starry sky, an eternal existence, coldly watching this land."
"Why should he act according to human aesthetics? Humans were insignificant, powerless, and ridiculous! In the entire universe, in the face of the stars, humans are not even bacteria! "
"Those who sleep eternally are not the dead. In the mysterious eons, even death will vanish. Only 'they' are immortal."
…
What he saw was not the joy of one of the three existences of the universe. Instead, it was as if he had seen the abyss of the universe, fear and numbness. It was as if he had seen the helplessness of a human standing on a beach and watching the most terrifying tsunami strike. It was as if he had seen the most terrifying natural phenomenon that surpassed a black hole.
At this moment, they all felt an inexplicable emotion. They were a part of this giant, its body, its children …
This inconceivable feeling filled every corner of his heart.
"Don't look at him," someone growled. After staring for too long, he felt as if his soul was being sucked out.
However, after being shocked by the true indescribable image of Horace, all kinds of questions began to linger in his heart.
"What happened this time?"
"The primordial Godfiend was killed by Gatha, but he still didn't learn his lesson and dared to rebel against the ancient gods?"
"Sure enough, those creatures before the great flood are guilty of the most heinous crimes! Even now, he still doesn't know how to repent! "
"That primordial Godfiend was so bold in the face of the arrival of Horace. It seems that he risked his life to forcibly take away the remains of the Celestial Ancestor? Why did he do that? "
"As for the great Horus, why would he want to save a mortal from a small era?"
Why was that?
They were quick-witted and instantly saw the illogic in it.
They felt that the prehistoric history might not be simple.
And the next scene, an even stranger scene appeared.
They saw Ariana The Great, who was split in the remains, and the others gradually stood up and looked around blankly. Even the Celestial Ancestor was among them …
The Celestial Ancestor didn't die?
Everyone became excited. "Could it be that the Godfiend split the remains so that they didn't perish together with Heavenly Emperor Liu?"
No, no …
They carefully checked the aura.
It was the mysterious and bizarre method of the remains of the Godfiend.
Although their souls were separated and returned, those who died were already dead.
They probably used this method to forcefully condense the remnant soul of the person who had just died, resurrecting the dead to temporarily consult the other party's memories and talk.
Such a method was simply mysterious. Temporarily summoning and condensing the remnant thoughts of the dead, was this the ancient Godfiend from the great flood era?
"Where am I?"
The remnant thoughts of the Celestial Ancestor looked around.
His soul was originally devoured by Heavenly Emperor Liu and merged into one. His soul was mixed into a ball, and he would undoubtedly die. In fact, he had already died in that instant. It could be considered as a certain Heavenly Emperor Liu's split personality, but it was still forcefully extracted …
Heavenly Emperor Bai Long looked around blankly and instantly knew his state. It was some kind of incredible power of heaven and earth that temporarily forcefully condensed him together.
But a series of questions quickly surged out of his mind, and he couldn't help but ask the sky, "Great God Horace, why did you save me?"
He was bound to die.
In his eyes, he couldn't think of any reason to fight over his remains.
After all, he didn't know that the Immortal Dao he opened up had become the key to the competition between the two sides.
He really thought that that period of history was the true prehistoric flood history, that he wasn't the founder of the Immortal Dao, but only the revival of the Immortal Dao. That Primordial Godfiend should have known of the existence of the Immortal Dao, so why fight over him?
He didn't have any need to fight over him.
Even if there was a need to fight over it, was it the turn of the great God Horace to fight over it???
Who was Horace?
According to ancient historical records, it was a concept existence that symbolized the universe!
An ancient existence at the concept level of the universe, a natural phenomenon at the celestial phenomenon level, and a weak mortal fighting over it … was an extremely unreasonable and unnatural scene in itself.
This series of questions also appeared in everyone's mind along with the Celestial Ancestor's question.
Fu Qingjun's heart couldn't help but sink when he heard this. Bai Long was condensed at the last moment, and he could finally see him and say goodbye. It was indeed a pleasant surprise, but in front of him …
But it became a certain strong contradiction.
He carefully thought about how to solve the situation in front of him. He calmly looked at the eyes of the common people on the ground. Countless gazes were focused on him …
Suddenly, this distorted cosmic giant made the sound of liquid tumbling and colliding, as if it was boiling. Its eyes drooped.
"Bai Long, I'm here to take you back."
This was a voice that all creatures understood, a voice that conveyed the depths of their souls.
"Take me … back?" Celestial Ancestor Bai Long was stunned. His whole body gradually became blurry, and his face was full of confusion. "Why …"
"Haven't you noticed yet?" The eyeball stared down coldly. "You are me."
Bai Long stared at the sky in a daze, his mind so shocked that he couldn't speak.
I am …
Horace's reincarnation.
Bai Long lowered his head, stretched out his palm, and looked at the fingerprint of his soul.
His fingerprints inexplicably twisted slightly, and gradually evolved into an incredibly familiar circular pattern. It was the same pattern of the Eye of Horace that he had seen on the American banknotes of the future.
This pattern?
He suddenly remembered the prophecy legend hundreds of thousands of years in the future:
[When the same pattern appears on the fingerprint of the right index finger, the person is the reincarnation of the God of Horace.]
Even further away, Jiang Yang's body trembled. She remembered the conversation with Professor Nasica before, and couldn't help but murmur:
"The natives of the American continent, the Illuminati printed the Eye of Horace on the American banknotes. They firmly believe that when the reincarnation of Horace arrives, it will be like Gatha during the prehistoric flood, leading the people on the ground after the flood to glory."
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