Time flies, and five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The past five hundred years have been relatively peaceful, like a lake after a stormy sea without any ripples.
More and more surviving creatures came out of their hiding places. They laughed and cried. Then they suppressed the grief in their hearts, found a place to stay, and rebuilt their homes.
Places that have experienced the impact of disasters, are still relatively intact, and are suitable for living creatures to live in are too rare, so there is no lack of a large world crowded with more than a dozen races.
Everything in the world obeys the principles of heaven and earth. Where there is prosperity, there must be decline.
The Three Thousand Worlds have completely entered the Age of Ending Law from the Era of Gods, when strong men emerged in large numbers, leaving behind endless injuries and pain. Even with the mediation of the great power of time, it is difficult to recover.
Because too much has been lost.
The consequences of external forces breaking down the rules of the Three Thousand Worlds one after another also completely exploded.
This world has become extremely harsh. The saint's understanding of the holy way is far different from before. It is worse than before the era of gods. Even the understanding of the elementary holy way has become extremely difficult, let alone the intermediate saint.
Got it.
As for the origin of the universe, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth have become luxurious treasures, and the path of spiritual transformation into sainthood has also been shrouded in darkness.
"In the past five hundred years, there was finally a living being who was trying to become a saint, but in the end it failed. The resulting holy thunder tribulation chopped him and his relatives to pieces!"
"A Holy Lord has taken the highest position in the feathered race."
"A holy king turned out to be the strongest of the Brahma race."
…
News came one after another, and everyone who heard it lamented.
The Three Thousand Realms have declined so much that it is difficult to see the Holy Lord. Creatures that could not reach the forest of strong men in the past are now able to dominate everything.
And in this era of law-ending, there are also quite dazzling beings.
Fire Phoenix Race!
This was a god-level race in the past, but was later harvested by the Fire Phoenix Ancestor during its golden age, and all its members died.
But the ancestor of Fire Phoenix passed away at the last moment, and the race that sown hope finally blossomed and bore fruit in five hundred years.
A fire phoenix creature was born. It was born extraordinary. It was reborn after the disaster and began to stand out. It is very likely that it will flourish in the future.
The Fire Phoenix race has the seeds sown by the Fire Phoenix Ancestor, and the human race is still dazzling because of the Taizu Ancestor Xiao Ye.
During the past five hundred years, after Xiao Ye settled down with his relatives and old friends, he walked around the territory of the human race and continued to repair the shattered human race world with his own efforts.
He raised the banner of the human race and called for the surviving human beings. At the same time, he was no longer limited to race, and also treated the alien creatures who came to seek refuge. This was the only heart-warming news under the shroud of the end of the law.
In the human race, on a newly opened holy level in the Soul Zen Realm, many stone tablets are being erected, like a forest of stone tablets, with no edges visible.
"The tomb of Xuanyuan Feng, the founder of the Human Race Temple!"
"The tomb of Xuanyuan Long, the ancestor of the human race!"
"The tomb of the leader of the Human Race Temple!"
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These stone tablets are all engraved with the names of people who once shocked the world, as well as the strong men of the Ten Meridians of Taichu, representing a glorious era. Now, the only things that accompany them are the autumn wind and the remaining leaves.
"Haha, maybe we will have to lie here in the future."
At this moment, Nangong Xingyu, the Four True Spirit Emperors, Xiao Nian, Xiao Fan and others, after paying homage to this stone tablet, all sat on the ground, drinking wine and talking loudly.
It had only been five hundred years, but their realm had not increased at all, and a heavy twilight energy had appeared on their bodies. Among the four emperors, except for the iron-blooded ones, all their temples had turned white.
"Hey, when I lie here, I want the leaves to be engraved with the words 'Tomb of the Second Genius in the History of the True Spirit Continent'."
The Invincible Emperor grinned.
"Tch, Invincible, do you want to have a duel with me to prove who is weaker and who is stronger?" Iron Blood, who had cultivated the ninth seal of reincarnation, was still very young, and looked at the Invincible Emperor provocatively.
"That's all, I, an aging person, don't want to be on the same level as a young man like you." The corner of the Invincible Emperor's mouth moved, and he finally sat back.
“Toward the aged!”
As soon as these words came out, not only the Iron-Blooded Emperor, but also everyone fell silent.
The Three Thousand Rules were broken, causing great changes in the world.
Not only was the path to cultivation a hundred times more difficult, they even noticed that their own essence and vitality were disappearing bit by bit as time went by.
This is clearly a sign of aging!
The world is cruel, and the saint's lifespan is no longer endless, and is very likely to come to an end.
"senescence……"
Suddenly, the space shook, and a man in black clothes and black hair appeared. He was very silent, just staring at these old friends, his expression full of sadness.
He is Xiao Ye.
He looks as usual, invulnerable to time. At the same time, all the wounds he suffered hundreds of years ago have been repaired. He is full of energy, at his peak, and his skills are even greater than before.
But his old friends, including the beasts such as Xiaobai and Chu Fang, are aging. This feeling is very bad, and he is looking for a way.
Xiao Ye's blood is like a tonic that can create powerful demigods. Granting it to these old friends can temporarily delay their aging, but it cannot cure it.
He has even brought Henry Zhang, Luo Meilan and others into the Tower of Time just to slow down their aging.
"What should I do to change the chaotic rules of heaven and earth?" Xiao Ye whispered to himself.
Over the years of exploration, he has gradually gained insight into some things.
"leaf!"
"That god-level strongman is not messing around, is he?"
Seeing Xiao Ye appear, everyone quickly stood up and asked.
Over the years, Xiao Ye has been traveling around, seemingly rebuilding the human race and taking in three thousand creatures, but in fact they know that the other party is guarding against that god-level powerhouse!
This is the greatest danger.
"No."
Xiao Ye flew over and shook his head.
"That's good."
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
It is already rare for a god-level powerhouse to remain dormant for five hundred years.
"I'm going to personally visit the territory of the Tengluo race." Xiao Ye said calmly, and the words he revealed shocked everyone.
The territory of the Tengluo race has become the habitat of the god-level strongman. In the past five hundred years, no living thing that has come close to it has survived. The surviving creatures have regarded it as the most terrifying Jedi.
And Xiao Ye actually wants to go there in person?
"It's hard to tell whether this god-level powerhouse is evil or good. It's not an option to continue the confrontation like this. It's better to go there in person and find out the situation."
"If I don't come back, the human race will be left to you."
Facing everyone's dissuasion, Xiao Ye shook his head and said with a firm expression.
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