Yang Xuan's pupils contracted rapidly because he knew the woman in the center of the sandstorm.
Great Emperor Qingyao!
That's right, the woman in the center of the sandstorm was Great Emperor Qingyao, or the Desolation God, who had appeared beside him in the form of a corpse.
In that blurry illusion, Yang Xuan knew that the Desolation God had disappeared after creating the central battlefield.
No one would have thought that the Desolation God's corpse would be here, in the central desert.
Great Emperor Qingyao's eyes were tightly shut, but for some reason, Yang Xuan felt that her eyes were open. Her eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred.
That strange voice sounded again, calling Yang Xuan's name. There was nothing else.
Yang Xuan tried to communicate and called out, "Great Emperor Qingyao?"
The woman in the sandstorm did not respond, but her body began to twist and struggle strangely.
The sandstorm that Yang Xuan separated began to close and was about to engulf Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan thought about it and decided not to dodge. He allowed the grey sandstorm to close behind him and surround him.
The sound of sand whistling echoed in his ears. Sand and stones of different sizes flew in all directions and turned into dust when they landed on his body.
Yang Xuan approached the woman in the center of the sandstorm step by step.
At some point, the woman suddenly opened her eyes.
What a pair of eyes. Cold, emotionless, empty, rotten …
No words of negative emotions that humans had were enough to describe the emotions that were revealed in this pair of eyes.
A voice came from the woman's mouth. It seemed to have traveled through billions of stars and countless rivers of time. It was ancient and desolate.
"Yang Xuan!!!"
Then, the voice disappeared. Great Emperor Qingyao had left the center of the sandstorm and appeared in front of Yang Xuan.
Boom!
Two red lights pierced through the sandstorm and fell into Yang Xuan's eyes.
In an instant, Yang Xuan felt as if he had entered a whirlpool, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Just as he was about to resist, his vision turned black, and his body sank into the dark water.
Yang Xuan did not panic. He struggled to swim up, and soon, he saw light.
Huala!
The water flowed in all directions, and a small and pitiful body emerged from the cold pond. Standing on the shore were several large men with frosty faces.
"This girl knows how to swim!" A big man said coldly.
"Tie a few stones to it and then sink it down," another big man said.
Girl?
Yang Xuan looked at the surface of the water curiously. What he saw was long black hair floating on the surface of the water and the body of a five or six-year-old girl covered in wounds.
Illusion?
Yang Xuan instantly came to the conclusion that he had fallen into some sort of illusion.
He had experienced this kind of thing too many times, so he didn't panic and just watched coldly from the side.
Sure enough, the next moment, the girl waved her hands with all her might and swam towards the shore.
Sure enough, it was an illusion that he couldn't control and could only watch. It was just that the perspective was on the little girl.
Yang Xuan tried to use his Divine Perception, but he found that the response came from a very far place, and it didn't work.
It seemed that this was an independent illusion.
He wasn't in a hurry. Even if his spiritual consciousness left his body, his Divine Perception would still control his body, so he wouldn't be attacked by external forces.
Since he was already here, he might as well take things as they came. He wanted to see what Great Emperor Qingyao's purpose was for pulling him into this illusion.
As soon as she swam ashore, the big men held the little girl down, tied a few stones to her body with ropes, and pushed her into the deep pond again.
This time, the little girl couldn't swim up. Under the gravity of the stones, she sank directly to the bottom of the pond.
Just when they thought the little girl was dead, a big fish suddenly swam out from the bottom of the pond. It used its mouth to bite off the ropes, and then pushed the little girl out of a cave at the bottom of the pond. It emerged from a river not far away.
The little girl struggled to swim ashore. She was already exhausted and couldn't even move a finger.
Night fell, and wild beasts came out.
A few wild wolves walked over with their green eyes. They sniffed the little girl's body with their noses, and they were about to bite her.
Right at this moment, a gray bear suddenly appeared. It roared a few times and scared the wild wolves away.
After that, the gray bear carried the unconscious little girl back to its den.
After a period of time, the gray bear was very intelligent and found all kinds of food for the little girl.
This time, the little girl wasn't afraid. From the beginning to the end, she was very calm and depended on the gray bear.
Good times didn't last long. In the process of hunting, the gray bear was bitten to death by other ferocious beasts. The little girl suddenly had no source of food.
Just when she was about to starve to death, she was found by a hunter who went up the mountain to hunt and brought back. Originally, Yang Xuan thought that the little girl would live an ordinary life like this. However, he didn't expect that after only a year, the hunter couple both died, and the little girl was left alone again.
In the next ten years, it could almost be remade into a bitter TV series. The little girl seemed to be born with an ominous aura. Wherever she went, anyone who treated her well would die inexplicably.
In ten years, the little girl had suffered all kinds of hardships and crimes. If it were an ordinary person, they might have gone crazy and committed suicide long ago.
However, the little girl didn't. From the beginning to the end, she was very calm. Whether it was in the face of danger or suffering, she was like an emotionless statue.
Ten years later, a person appeared.
When this person first appeared, Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment.
Be it his figure, his clothes, or even his aura, they were all too similar to Yang Xuan. Other than his face being shrouded in mist, everything else was one hundred percent similar to Yang Xuan.
The little girl knelt in the mud and cried for the first time in ten years. Her face was full of tears.
The man stroked the little girl's head. His face that was wrapped in fog clearly revealed a smile.
Time flowed like a long river. Yang Xuan saw scattered scenes in the river. In those scenes, there was cultivation, battle, blood, and flesh.
Until an eye appeared.
That's right, it was an eye. It was pitch black and had no life at all.
Then, the battle erupted. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The starry sky shattered.
The man never appeared again. The little girl searched thousands of mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars, but she couldn't find him.
During that time, Yang Xuan saw many familiar scenes. There was the Human Race, the Imperial Court, and even Chen Yuanxi.
In the end, Yang Xuan saw the little girl standing on a black coffin and entering the void alone. With a majestic method, she forcefully placed a continent in the void.
Then, he held a fist-sized vortex in his hand and slowly fell to the ground, turning into a desert.
Then, the scene turned pitch black.
At this point, Yang Xuan thought that it was over.
But it wasn't.
After an unknown period of time, an eye suddenly appeared in the pitch-black space. The black pupil hung there quietly.
Then, Yang Xuan saw the little girl stand up from the sand and summon countless corpses from all directions to form ten corpse dolls.
The entire story finally ended. Yang Xuan floated up from the river of time. When he opened his eyes again, the little girl in front of him also opened her eyes.
Then, she slowly fell.
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