Millions of years ago, in the ancient immortal world, the starry sky exploded, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and all souls were annihilated. At this time, a figure in white looked so majestic. As he breathed and breathed, the brilliance flowed, blocking the magical power all over the sky.

, flash floods broke out, the earth overturned, and countless remaining creatures were sheltered by his mighty power.

Under him, a giant black-and-white furnace stood in the void, surrounded by countless broken mountains and rivers, continents, ancient countries, and countless creatures. There were humans, plants, beasts, and birds. They were bigger than ants.

They were still small, kneeling on the ground, crying with gratitude, and they all prayed devoutly to him standing in the void.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for your great kindness, allowing us to survive."

"Alas, I still can't do it after all! Master of the Six Paths, this catastrophe in a foreign land, my disciple Yin Yang has done his best. I can no longer go to Diguan to see the master. I will give my last words and hope that the master is well."
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After saying this, his body began to decompose and dissipate. In such a disaster, his strength is small after all.

"No, Immortal Lord, you can't abandon us."

"I don't want to die!"

"The Immortal Lord has great righteousness. Since he cannot survive, we are willing to walk with the Immortal Lord and accompany him on the road to hell."

All souls mourn and express their last words.

In the Imperial Pass, on top of the tall city wall, a tall and mighty man stood with one hand holding a hexagonal plate behind his back. At this time, his clothes were torn and he was covered in blood, but he still had an extraordinary bearing. The dilapidated ancient city wall was devastated. There were corpses everywhere under the city.

, the ever-burning battle flag, countless armies still fighting for their lives in the front. The war drums are endless, and the dragon horns are sounding.

Suddenly, he seemed to have something. He looked back and stared at the distant land behind him. He waved his empty hand on his chest, and a ray of light came out. The black and white stove transformed into a palm-sized one and stood quietly in his hand.

He stared at it for a long time, silently, and with a wave of his hand, he threw it into the river of time, watching it go downstream. A cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he murmured to himself:

"Everything has been doomed for a long time. We are just pioneers, and it is not us who will end this troubled world. The little guy with variables will inherit your will, and together with that person, we will end this turmoil."

Chao Xiaolu casually made a handprint.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and then looked forward, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and ferocity.
Chapter completed!