The three main groups and Jujiao moved to the Singularity World.
With the help of Wanwang, Fengwang and other four powerful men, they set up camp and re-established the boundaries of the tribes in Lihao's Forbidden Heaven.
After hundreds of years passed, they truly integrated into it.
Today's singularity world is still in its primitive period.
Since Xiao Yecong left, one after another chaos treasures have been born here, all of which can only be bred in the environment where chaos first emerged.
Although the Singularity World is peaceful, it is also relative.
In daily life, it is inevitable to fight for territory and resources.
This is a natural rule between heaven and earth, because only in this environment can we strengthen ourselves.
But as long as the three masters have the idea of obtaining the treasure, there will be no obstruction, and some people will even take it and offer it to them.
All forces in the Singularity World are fulfilling their promises.
Give the three masters the highest courtesy!
As for the three main creatures, they came from perfect chaos. They have no shortage of Taoism and chaos secret techniques, and have controlled a complete system of practice.
Combined with the resources of the Singularity World, given time, it will definitely be able to soar into the sky until it reaches the shackles of the realm here.
and.
There is no killing here, no big enemies, it is an absolute paradise.
It's just that behind the forced smiles of the three main creatures, there is sadness that cannot be concealed, and their hearts seem to be missing a piece, empty.
As long as they think that the man who has always devoted themselves to them will never appear again, their hearts will twist.
"He will come back."
"We'll wait for him here!"
Bingya, who is dressed in plain robes and has an elegant temperament, seems unaffected. Just like in the past, she has become the backbone of the three masters.
In addition to arranging daily affairs, he is also practicing hard, combining the treasures of the Singularity World, and establishing a Taoist tradition.
This is the world of singularity.
It is not the same as Chaos. Even if Xia Feng waits for the real time, he can't find the way back.
As for Xiao Ye, they can only wait.
"I wouldn't believe he died unless I saw the body with my own eyes!"
The Four True Spirit Emperors and others were all like this. They forced themselves to raise their spirits and began to experience in the singularity world.
Today's Singularity World has reached the seventieth epoch in the God-level calendar.
Although.
The rules of practice here have not been further promoted.
But under the shroud of time, the Singularity World has already begun to take shape, and each force is corresponding to the innate spirit group in the chaos.
In fact, innate gods have already begun to be born on their own.
Because the number of living creatures has increased exponentially.
Even the alternating impact of the interstellar period is looming on the horizon.
The god-level creatures in the singularity world are performing their own wonderful performances.
The starry sky, the universe and the rolling dust are equally wonderful.
Just like in the starry sky universe, the number of spirit-level creatures has long been as innumerable as the stars, and even the number of saint-level creatures has been measured in hundreds of millions.
Wherever there are living beings, there will be no fights.
‘Heavenly Curse’ star field.
Whoosh!
A man in green clothes is walking at great speed, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains in the universe.
He looks so handsome that he has long black hair, and his thin figure is filled with surging holy power, which condenses into a green lotus.
only.
He was obviously injured, and he also used forbidden techniques. Blood was constantly spraying from his mouth, and his face became increasingly pale.
"Sage Qinglian, you can be regarded as one of the top geniuses in the Heavenly Curse Star Territory in the past tens of thousands of years."
"You are doing something bad, but you want to provoke our Supreme Temple!"
Behind the man in green, three old figures appeared, and their wanton laughter, like the sound of a bell, made the surrounding creatures change their expressions.
The Supreme Temple.
It is a super force that overwhelms the endless star field. There are more than ten Holy Lord-level beings. It is a real behemoth. Wherever it goes, who can fight against it?
"What about the Supreme Palace?"
"There is nothing eternal in this world."
"As a superpower, your Supreme Palace does not shoulder its due responsibilities and harms all living beings. Sooner or later, you will be provoked!"
The Qinglian Saint slowed down, looked at the three old figures chasing after him, and said in a cold voice.
"What you call harming sentient beings is just the law of the jungle. If you don't want us to do it ourselves, then you can kill yourself!"
The three old figures had already surrounded Saint Qinglian and made a cold sound.
No matter how unparalleled the opponent's qualifications are, he is still just a new saint.
And they have all become holy kings, and the outcome of this competition has already been determined.
However.
Saint Qinglian just stood there, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.
"court death!"
The three old figures were all furious, and almost at the same time they took action and were about to kill each other.
"Look carefully, where is this place!"
Saint Qinglian suddenly shouted loudly, causing the three saint kings to be slightly startled. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, and their eyes suddenly froze.
I saw only a star not far away.
There is a temple standing on it.
Although the surface of the temple is mottled and full of traces of time, it is still very popular.
"This is the temple of the Creator!"
"No fighting or fighting is allowed within a million miles of the temple. You should know very well what will happen to those who disobey!"
Saint Qinglian sneered.
He was not far or near from that temple, exactly a million miles away.
"Damn thing, he escaped here on purpose!"
"We were careless!"
The three holy kings stiffened and stopped, shouting angrily.
Since their birth, they have known that there is a Creator in this world, who is worshiped by sentient beings of all realms.
The temple of the Creator is spread all over the mortal world, the starry sky, the universe, and even... the upper realm of chaos!
If anyone dares to pollute the temple with blood.
Not to mention this starry sky universe, people from the upper realm of chaos will naturally come and carry out brutal killings!
Even if they come from the Supreme Hall, they won't do it, they will be pushed aside.
"Hey!"
The Qinglian Saint gave the three holy kings a mocking look and immediately flew towards the star.
Inside the temple, it is spotless.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the temple brightly.
The statue of a man in black is standing in it, with a pair of deep eyes looking out of the temple, with an indescribable charm.
"Lord God of Creation, junior Qinglian has no choice but to take refuge in your temple. Please forgive me!"
The Saint Qinglian tidied his clothes to remove the blood stains, then walked into the temple, took incense, knelt down and bowed with great ceremony.
"I don't know what kind of person the God of Creation is, who can actually attract such support from all living beings, even adults from the upper realm of chaos..."
After prostrating, Saint Qinglian sat down in the corner and looked at the statue, lost in thought.
He traveled to various star regions and was exhausted physically and mentally. Now in this temple, he felt so safe that he actually fell into a deep sleep.