"Boom …"
The golden light burned fiercely and attacked Xiao Chen. The Five Emperors Pagoda trembled and spun uncontrollably, displaying an incomparably powerful aura.
This was a predestined battle, a continuation of the battle between the Five Emperors and the one exiled from the Immemorial Era.
The Five Emperors Pagoda spun on its own, radiating a blinding radiance. Rays of divine light shot out from the ancient pagoda as the Five Emperors Imprints, Five Emperors Fists, and Five Emperors Sword Fingers all swept out, tearing a huge hole in the golden light.
It was only a short moment, but it was like a cycle. The golden light and the Five Emperors' Pagoda fought endlessly.
There were millions of rays of divine light. Xiao Chen's spirit was repelled and could not sense anything. All he could see was boundless light …
Whistling sounds, angry shouts, crashing sounds, and the ringing of bells rang out. The battle from a hundred thousand light-years away, a million years ago, and before the Immemorial Era was sublimated at this moment. The predestined battle had come to a glorious end.
"Dong …"
With a final loud sound, the battle came to an end.
The golden light flowed, and the mist became hazy. The Three Emperors' Pagoda, as big as a mountain, slowly descended, suppressing the golden light with its majestic momentum until it was extinguished.
"The Five Emperors' Pagoda …"
"Bang …"
Even though the voice of the extinguished golden light was very weak, it was still incomparably arrogant. It said loudly, "Five emperors, all of you are no longer here. Only the ancient pagoda remains in this world. You merely killed a strand of me. When I return, who can stop me? In this world, living long enough is also a kind of capital. In a sense, I am more successful than you all, hahaha … "
The Buddha's body became incomparably dark again. Only the thumb-sized golden Buddha was flickering with a weak light. He had already withered, like a shrunken plant.
Xiao Chen came closer and observed carefully. This was the miniature of the Buddha, the source of his nearly dried up spirit.
The Buddha was in danger. He was severely injured in the past. Xiao Chen wanted to make a move to save him, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the golden Buddha image trembled.
In the thumb-sized golden Buddha, a seed was germinating and growing rapidly.
In a short moment, it completed a metamorphosis. The seed grew into a golden lotus, filling up the withered body of the little Buddha.
Planting a golden lotus on the Buddha's body!
The little golden Buddha had planted a golden lotus on its body. It seemed like it had been going on for countless years. It was only when the golden light in the outside world was extinguished that it truly began to grow.
Xiao Chen felt a strong aura slowly flowing out from the withered Buddha body. At this moment, the withered Buddha body seemed to have gained life and was slowly recovering.
Perhaps, strictly speaking, it was the golden lotus that was growing, it was reviving. The golden lotus growing on the buddha's body was a powerful and profound change.
Xiao Chen slowly withdrew from the Buddha's body, and his spiritual sense returned to his body. The Five Emperors Pagoda floated above his head.
There was no benefit to interfering with the Buddha's transformation with external energy. Xiao Chen watched this soulless Buddha slowly disappear into the depths of the vast sea, but he did not give chase.
He believed that once the Buddha's soul awoke one day, earth-shattering changes would occur.
Xiao Chen visited the last place in the World of Immortals. It was a divine island floating in the sky. However, at this moment, it was completely silent. The divine grasses and trees were withered. It was a desolate place.
This was Chiyou's residence. In the past, Xiao Chen had been here before. He saw a few skeletons here. Those were the blood essence Chiyou extracted from the bodies of several young experts and transformed them into god slaves. They were all dead now.
In the past, Chiyou once said that if the young experts were to meet with a death tribulation, they could use the blood essence here to revive. However, it was obvious that it would not happen.
Chrysus and the others had already disappeared for many years. Chiyou's life and death were unknown, and the blood essence in this place had already dried up. Hence, it was impossible for the young experts to revive.
Soon after, Xiao Chen left the World of Immortals and entered the Curse Realm, Qi Realm, Soul Realm, and finally the Weapon Burial Valley of the Soul Realm.
The few powerful Ancestral Divine Weapons were no longer there. Xiao Chen probed the spiritual sense of the other divine weapons and finally found out what happened.
The Brass Eight Trigrams had long since broken free from its chains and regained its freedom. However, it did not roam free for long before it was taken away by Fuxi who had reappeared.
As for the Divine Weapon made from the Ancestor God's Corpse Mud from the previous era, it was not in the Weapon Burial Valley either. It had been taken away by Nuwa.
Suirenshi had also appeared several thousand years ago, holding a broken blade in his hand. He merged with the black qilin in the valley, forming a complete qilin blade.
In the past, Xiao Chen had once brought out half of the jet-black broken saber from the Dragon Island. It was precisely the remaining half of the Qilin Saber. Later on, he did not expect it to fly towards the Sky Palace of Youchao by itself and disappear without a trace.
It was the divine weapon of the You Chao Clan, but You Chao had fallen long ago. The You Chao Clan and the Suiren Clan were best friends, and Suiren Clan was reborn. It was not surprising that they could find half of the broken blade in the ruins of You Chao.
All the Ancestral Divine Weapons in the Weapon Burial Valley had been taken away. They were about to undergo a new transformation and face an even crueler battle.
All of this indicated that there would definitely be a fierce battle that shook the world in the future.
Finally, Xiao Chen left the four great realms and entered the Nine Provinces.
Thousands of years passed quickly. Now, the technological civilization of the Nine Provinces had already developed to a rather glorious period. It even posed a certain threat to the Fiendgod civilization.
However, there was no corresponding Fiendgod civilization in the Nine Provinces. After the Ancient Era, only a few cultivators survived in this vast land.
Xiao Chen walked to the Yellow River. The Seven Demon Painting had vanished long ago, but Ancestor Dragon Village did not reappear. The Great Desolate Ancient Village of the past seemed to have vanished.
Now, this place was filled with tall buildings. The reinforced concrete covered the fragrance of flowers and grass. The Ancestor Dragon Village, which was like a paradise, had vanished into the long river of history.
Snow fell like feathers, covering the land in white. Xiao Chen stood on a skyscraper and looked at the vast land.
At this moment, his emotions fluctuated. His hometown was right before him, but it no longer existed. Everything had changed drastically.
In the end, Xiao Chen sighed and followed the Yellow River, leaving the Nine Provinces. Under the heavy snow, he left behind a blurry trail of footprints as he headed west.
He did not fly. He used his feet to measure the land. After thinking about the past for a few days, Xiao Chen arrived at the west. He saw a familiar bar in an unremarkable town.
Yes, he had seen it thirty thousand years ago. At that time, he came to the west with Kill Vanquish Wolf and the others. They passed by a small bar and saw the grand occasion when Lan Nuo became a half-ancestor.
It was still the same place, it was still the same town. Although it had already entered the era of technological civilization, this place still retained its primitive appearance. It was unknown if it was a tourist attraction or something else.
Xiao Chen walked into this bar and happened to see an old figure when he raised his head. His expression immediately changed. Sure enough, he saw a familiar person — Carlos.
The powerful genius Illusion Master once stood against Xiao Chen on the Dragon Island. After that, the grudges between them disappeared with the wind. He stayed in the west alone and lived the life of an ordinary person.
After thirty thousand years, they met again. The two of them were speechless.
An excited expression immediately appeared in Carlos's muddy eyes. He was lucky to survive. He had already lived alone for thirty thousand years. Everything in the past was like an illusion. Everyone died. There were no longer any people from his era in this world. It was like a nightmare that he could not get rid of.
Today, he was fortunate enough to meet an old friend. It made his almost numb heart surge with emotions.
The two of them did not say anything. They sat beside the stove quietly. Each of them picked up a cup of strong alcohol and slowly drank it.
To Xiao Chen, the Carroll before him could not provide him with any help. Now that they met, he only represented a special meaning to Xiao Chen.
It was just like the corpse of the Shang Dynasty's third princess, Yin Ying. It reminded him that the past had become smoke, everything had already passed.
"Are you going to leave the Nine Provinces forever?"
Carlos asked after a long time.
"Yes, I am leaving. However, I will return one day."
Xiao Chen braved the wind and snow and left just like that. He walked through the western world on foot. After that, he traveled through the Nine Provinces and overseas. The bitter cold winter had already ended.
"The spring wind blows, and the cherry blossoms fall. We count the falling cherry blossoms under the shade of the tree. It is like the passing of time."
On an island, when Xiao Chen heard this sentence, he felt it was somewhat interesting. However, when he saw two thirteen or fourteen-year-old brats sighing, he was immediately speechless.
This kind of brat was pretending to be profound. It really stunned him for a few seconds. How could an old antique like him, who had lived for several tens of thousands of years, endure this?
Suddenly, Xiao Chen was stunned. Under that cherry blossom tree, a little white-shelled tortoise was crawling sneakily. It seemed like it was trying to escape.
The two brats immediately went forward and blocked its path with their feet.
The little white-shelled tortoise, Xiao Chen felt it was very familiar. After observing it carefully, he was shocked to discover that this … should be that little white-shelled tortoise from the past. Or perhaps he could call it the Dragon King.
Thirty thousand years had passed. The Dragon King of the past should have grown to the Ancestor God Realm at least. Why was it sneaking around and being blocked by two brats?
Xiao Chen felt excited. He walked forward and knocked the two brats' foreheads without any trace of politeness. He wanted to give them a knock on the head.
"Thump, thump … …"
The two knocks on the head were solid. His fingers made intimate contact with their foreheads. Immediately, a blood-red mark appeared. However, Xiao Chen did not knock on the heads of the two brats. Instead, Xiao Chen was knocked on the head.
The little white-shelled tortoise on the ground somersaulted a few times in an exaggerated manner. Then, it held its stomach and rolled on the ground, laughing secretly. Its sneaky appearance was as unconventional as one could imagine.
At this point, Xiao Chen was already convinced that it was definitely that slippery little white-shelled tortoise from before. However, he did not know who these two brats were.
"Brat, don't you recognize me … …"
Just as Xiao Chen was making guesses, the two brats called him brat instead.
"You are … …"
"Whoosh … …"
With a flash of light, the two of them turned into completely different appearances. One of them was a swaying old tortoise with a doddering appearance, while the other old man had a shoe target face. He had a strand of goatee and was full of vigor.
It was actually the old stone tortoise, the Stone Emperor of the past!
"It's you … …"
Xiao Chen was gobsmacked. "You … …"
"We are naturally the same person."
The two said in unison.
Xiao Chen was dumbstruck. He felt that it was somewhat inconceivable. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was reasonable. Their personalities were too similar.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen thought of another person — the old skull.
That old skull once said that when his true body fell, he once split off one or two strands of divine sense and escaped the calamity. Xiao Chen should have seen it before.
"That's right, you guessed it. That skull is also our … …"
The two old fellows laughed sinisterly at the same time.
This was not their fault for pretending to be mysterious in the past. Before encountering the old man's backbone, the old stone tortoise more or less still remembered some things from the past. As for the Stone Emperor, he only remembered his name and did not know about the past.
"I want the seventh Heavenly Stele!"
Xiao Chen immediately became excited and shouted at the old stone tortoise.
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