As the wind howled, the forest beneath their feet gradually disappeared. When they looked again, the two of them were already above a huge wave.
The seawater surged wildly, covering the sky and the sun. The sea and the sky merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.
Xiang Donglai's eyes were like torches as he looked straight at Yang Xuan. His voice was like a huge wave, "What is Dao?"
Boom!
The sea instantly split into two. The huge wave rose to a height of ten thousand feet, revealing the deep seabed. However, there were no fish or prawns.
By the time Yang Xuan regained consciousness, he was already standing on a sea of clouds.
Above the clouds, Xiang Donglai stood with his hands behind his back. His white robe fluttered in the wind, and his gaze was distant.
Yang Xuan looked at him. After a long time, he asked word by word, "Who are you?"
Xiang Donglai smiled without saying a word. He looked further away.
Over there, the sea of clouds churned, and the sun shone brightly.
"Before you ask me, why don't you ask yourself, who are you?" Xiang Donglai said calmly.
Yang Xuan was stunned. He muttered, "Who am I? I'm Yang Xuan. "
"Which Yang Xuan?" Xiang Donglai turned to look at him.
"Wushen Star, Yan, Peaceful City, Yang Xuan of the Yang Family!" Yang Xuan said slowly and introduced himself.
"Is that so?" Xiang Donglai sneered.
"Isn't that so?" Yang Xuan was confused.
"Hehe, why don't you ask yourself whether you are or not?" Xiang Donglai said.
Yang Xuan was confused. After a while, he said slowly, "Earth, Ping Hai City, Yang Fan."
"Is that so?" Xiang Donglai sneered.
"Isn't that so?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"Why don't you ask yourself whether you are or not?" Xiang Donglai repeated.
Yang Xuan was completely confused. After a while, he looked up and stared at Xiang Donglai. He said word by word, "Who am I?"
"Who are you? Why are you asking me when you don't even know yourself?" Xiang Donglai laughed. "Do you know why I'm here?"
"Why?" Yang Xuan asked.
"It's because you don't know who you are."
"Why do you say that?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Let me teach you something. Listen carefully." Xiang Donglai did not answer Yang Xuan's question directly. Instead, he said loudly, "Dao is nothingness, creating something out of nothing. Do you understand? "
"Nothing in Dao? Creating something out of nothing? "
Yang Xuan repeated.
"Think about it carefully." Eastward's voice gradually faded away, and his figure disappeared.
Yang Xuan suddenly raised his head and asked loudly, "Who are you?"
"Sky Wolf, come east …"
The last word came from the depths of the sea of clouds. When he heard it again, it had already disappeared.
The clouds began to dissipate, and the world began to collapse. Moments later, Yang Xuan fell into darkness.
When he opened his eyes, the unique scenery of the Heaven Arena came into view. Qin Liuyun was standing in front of him, looking at him with a strange expression.
"Why are you looking at me?" Yang Xuan took a deep breath and calmed his breathing.
"What did you shout?" Qin Liuyun's eyes swept up and down, as if she was looking at a lunatic.
"What did I shout?" Yang Xuan asked.
"You asked me who I was, and your voice was very loud." Qin Liuyun looked at him and said.
Yang Xuan choked, and then reached out to touch Qin Liuyun's face. He smiled and said, "You are naturally a beauty."
"Get lost!" Qin Liuyun's cheeks were slightly red. She dodged his demonic claws, and then threw a chip on the table.
"This is the detailed information of the Purple-Robed Great Emperor. You can look at it or not." After saying that, she turned around and left.
After Qin Liuyun left, Yang Xuan's face gradually became gloomy.
The cold sweat on his back and the vivid scene before his eyes told him that what had just happened was real.
Even the sentence that Xiang Donglai had told him was deeply engraved in his mind.
"Dao is nothingness, creating something out of nothing."
Picking up the crystal, the information of the Purple-Robed Great Emperor flowed into his mind like water. After a while, Yang Xuan looked solemn.
He finally realized that he had underestimated the Purple-Robed Great Emperor.
If he was a genius, then the Purple-Robed Great Emperor's life was a genius among geniuses.
To put it simply, the Purple-Robed Great Emperor was the Son of the Dimension 20,000 years ago, and he had gathered great luck.
He stepped on heaven and earth, broke through the void, and suppressed a part of the starry sky. He was an existence that could overturn the sky and destroy the earth with a flip of his hand.
When the Purple-Robed Great Emperor was at his most glorious, the other Great Emperors did not even dare to say a word.
At that time, the Human Race's Great Emperor Qing Yao and Great Emperor Yuan Xi had not yet been born.
After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan placed the information crystal on the table.
If the Purple-Robed Great Emperor really was the reincarnation of the Purple-Robed Great Emperor, it was indeed a little scary. Not to mention, before the Purple-Robed Great Emperor, he seemed to be the reincarnation of another Great Emperor, and there was no information about this Great Emperor.
However, he did not take it to heart.
Putting aside all these thoughts for the time being, Yang Xuan recalled what had just happened.
First of all, he had a strange dream. In the dream, Xiang Donglai of the Wushen Star had appeared, and Xiang Donglai had asked him what Dao was again.
Could it be that Xiang Donglai was not dead? He had heard about the duel between him and Zi Tian and had specially entered his dream to guide him?
However, putting aside whether Xiang Donglai was dead or not, where did he get such an incredible ability?
Wait a minute!
Thinking of this, Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
Xiang Donglai, Sirius, Xiang Donglai.
Sirius …
Could it be that Xiang Donglai had something to do with Sirius?
However, if they were really related, why would Sirius help him?
This was very contradictory.
Unable to figure it out, Yang Xuan could only temporarily put this question aside and turned his attention to Xiang Donglai's last sentence:
Dao was nothingness, something was born out of nothing.
He felt that this sentence seemed to be telling him something.
…
Time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the duel between Yang Xuan and Zi Tian.
Outside the Seventh Battle Space, Great Emperors from various races from all over the universe seemed to be bustling with activity.
This was not surprising. A battle to the death between Great Emperors had not happened for tens of thousands of years. Moreover, one of them was rumored to have reincarnated three times and superimposed the power of three Great Emperors. This was even more eye-catching.
"He's here. That's the newly promoted Great Emperor Tianqin, Yang Xuan."
When Yang Xuan brought Qin Liuyun outside the Seventh Battle Space, many Great Emperors pointed at him with sympathy on their faces. It was no different from looking at a dead person.
Qin Liuyun's face was full of worry. She was not optimistic about this battle to begin with. Now, she was even more worried.
Yang Xuan patted Qin Liuyun's shoulder gently, indicating for her to rest assured.
However, looking at Qin Liuyun's expression, her worry had probably reached its peak.
The one who came to welcome Yang Xuan was still Tian Jiu. He first greeted Qin Liuyun, then approached Yang Xuan and whispered, "The Deputy Alliance Leader is here. Be careful."
Yang Xuan was slightly stunned. He looked around but did not find anyone who looked like the Deputy Alliance Leader.
Tian Jiu knew what he was looking for and shook his head slightly, "The Deputy Alliance Leader will naturally not be here to watch like the other Great Emperors. You don't have to look for him."
Yang Xuan was relieved.
At this moment, a Great Emperor walked over and said arrogantly, "You're Yang Xuan? Fight well, I'll bet on you winning. "
Yang Xuan looked over curiously. The Great Emperor laughed and turned to leave.
Tian Jiu explained, "When the Great Emperors gather, they are no different from ordinary warriors. They have opened a bet to guess who will win. Your odds are very high …"
"How so?" Yang Xuan asked. He felt a sense of deja vu in his heart.
"Zi Tian's odds are one to one. Yours is one to ten. If you win, the bet will be returned ten times, "Qin Liuyun explained.
Previously, she was afraid that it would affect Yang Xuan's mood, so she did not say anything.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Liuyun, bet on me winning. Bet more."
Qin Liuyun said, "I've already bet on the future of the Heavenly Qin Clan."
When Yang Xuan looked at her strangely, she explained, "If you lose, the Heavenly Qin Clan will also perish. It's better to bet on you winning."
"Ha!" Yang Xuan laughed. So that's how it is.
At this moment, a sinister voice was heard.
"Yang Xuan, are you prepared to die?"
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