"The original ancestor was too arrogant. He tried to reach the divine level in the Age of Ending Dharma. Not only did he fail, but he also caused the death of hundreds of millions of living beings. Dozens of races also perished, never to be seen again."
"Sigh, the Three Thousand Realms may really be in complete decline."
"We can't blame the Taizu Ancestor. He probably wanted to find a way out in the Dharma-ending era, but he had no choice but to do so."
"Haha, the end of the Dharma era is also the end of the world."
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Although the divine calamity caused by Xiao Ye has disappeared, the world is still noisy and not peaceful.
Although Xiao Ye deliberately chose the desolate world to overcome the tribulation, because the power of the divine tribulation was unprecedentedly terrifying, half of the living beings were still affected by the divine tribulation and perished, making the three thousand worlds more and more withered.
Faced with these rights and wrongs, as well as the criticism from the world, Xiao Ye did not explain, but returned to the world of Soul Zen.
Every day, in the world of Soul Zen, there would be the sound of rushing blood, like the tide of heaven and earth. It was so terrifying that it shook the nine heavens and ten places, and lasted for a whole year before disappearing.
This is Xiao Ye repairing the injuries caused by the divine calamity bombardment.
Fortunately, his body was reorganized from the light of the divine creation source. Otherwise, if he had to be another false god, it would be like ascending to heaven to fully recover.
In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.
Xiao Ye's injury has healed, and he seems to have turned into a sculpture, sitting cross-legged in the universe, motionless.
In the world of Soul Zen, although the Taichu headquarters still stands, many palaces are empty and many places are overgrown with weeds.
In the age of the End of Law, racial wars have long since disappeared.
More and more people are getting older, and the meaning of Taichu's existence is no longer great, so it has gradually been abandoned over the years. Only occasionally some old figures come back to recall the glorious years of the past.
"Ten years, just to get an answer?"
"What a test this is!"
"Is that god-level man playing tricks on my grandfather?"
On the roof of a hundred-story attic, a young man wearing brocade clothes, with handsome features and a tall figure frowned slightly.
Looking around, there are many figures sitting on the roof of the attic, such as Xiao Nian, Xiao Fan, the Four Emperors of Zhenling and others, all of whom are Xiao Ye's closest relatives and friends.
In order to avoid the invasion of time, Xiao Ye brought everyone around him into the Tower of Time, and at the same time placed the Tower of Time in a hidden place in the Soul Zen World.
Although the time master's Daohen has fallen silent, his control over the Tower of Time has reached an extreme level, granting soul marks to those around him, allowing these people to enter and exit at will.
Therefore, every once in a while, these powerful people who are not too old will leave the Tower of Time and stay in the outside world for a period of time.
After learning that Xiao Ye had caused divine calamity and the agreement with that god-level powerhouse, everyone was even more worried.
"Tian'er, we cannot speculate on the will of a god-level powerhouse. You should not make unreasonable opinions, lest it lead to death."
Xiao Nian, whose temples had turned white and had wrinkles on his face, scolded.
The young man in brocade clothes was his own son Xiao Tian, a disciple of Long Bo.
"Then why doesn't Grandpa go to the Tower of Time? There, ten years is equivalent to five hundred years!" Xiao Tian moved his mouth after being scolded, and finally asked out of curiosity.
As soon as these words came out, everyone sitting cross-legged in the attic fell silent.
yes!
Ten years go by in a snap.
They were also puzzled as to why Xiao Ye would give up such a huge advantage.
Half a year later, Nangong Xingyu got up and left, returning to the Tower of Time to delay the passage of life.
Another half year passed, and the three emperors Wushuang, Peerless, and Invincible also got up and returned to the Tower of Time.
Only Xiao Nian and Xiao Tian are still persisting.
When another year passed, they couldn't hold on any longer and returned to the Tower of Time.
The impact of the Age of Dharma Ending on all living beings is becoming more and more terrifying. For beings at the Saint level, the life span is increasing at an ever-increasing rate. The future is dark and there is no hope, which makes people panic.
As for Xiao Ye, there still seemed to be no movement at all, and even his open eyes were full of confusion.
In the past few years, he has sat in the world of Soul Zen and asked himself.
He thought about himself, the five great ancestral figures, and the gods and earth, trying to find connections among them and provide answers to the level of gods.
A simple question made him seem to be seeking Taoism and law. The repeated overthrows and repeated denials only made him more confused, as if he had fallen into an abyss.
"With my current level, I can't give you an answer to this question at all, and it won't be useful no matter how long you give me." Xiao Ye sighed softly.
If you haven't reached the level of god, how can you explain it?
Moreover, he was not sure whether the god-level powerhouse knew about the existence of the Tower of Time.
If he entered the Tower of Time, he would be suspected of breaking the rules, and he was unwilling to take the risk.
"The intention of that god-level powerhouse cannot be so simple!" Xiao Ye thought about this, and a seven-color light bloomed between his eyebrows.
A trace of soul power wraps around the seven-color crystal and rushes towards the special mark.
Buzz!
The power of Xiao Ye's soul enveloped him, causing the mark to tremble, like a thread peeling off a cocoon, and a trace of inexplicable aura flowed through his body, causing some ancient characters to appear in his mind.
The content composed of these ancient characters is very obscure, as if it has been translated from the common language of the three thousand worlds. It is not a law, but some kind of mysterious scripture.
"There is also a scripture hidden in this seal. If you want to get the answer, I'm afraid you can only start from this scripture."
Xiao Ye secretly thought in his heart.
He had discovered this a long time ago. As long as he used the power of his soul to cover the mark, in addition to the sound of heaven's sound, there would also be ancient characters flashing out.
Over the years, he has also been working hard to read the scriptures in the seal.
But this mark is too terrifying. The power of his soul is like a flame. Only by constantly burning it can new ancient characters grow in the mark.
"I hope there's still enough time."
Xiao Ye did not dare to waste any more time and devoted himself wholeheartedly to constantly peeling off the cocoon.
As time goes by, each ancient character shines brightly and gathers into a vast ocean of scriptures in Xiao Ye's mind, which has begun to take shape.
But no matter how Xiao Ye tried to understand, he still couldn't gain anything, because with his current soul quality, it was very difficult to decipher this vast ocean of scriptures, and the progress was very slow.
"More than half of the ten-year period has passed. Is it really not possible?"
"How do I do it!"
Autumn is getting deeper in the Three Thousand Worlds, and the years have taken away the lives of many creatures. Xiao Ye gradually became a little desperate.
