In this epoch, the escape of the ancient gods is not complete, and they seem to appear at any time.
But in the face of the breakthrough of the sky, the ancient gods seemed to be frightened by their eagerness to move.
The creatures in chaos have reached a consensus.
The rise of the sky is truly unstoppable, and this is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
In the second half of this stacked period, Taiqiong did not enter the Wudao forbidden area again.
He was healing his wounds and trying his best to suppress the things in his body.
He did clearly understand Wu Zhuo's method of practice, but it was integrated with the scriptures he created.
However, changes occurred in this fusion, and conflicts occurred frequently, making the divine fetus in his body very unstable.
The years are rolling.
Soon, this stacked era came to an end, and a cold breath swept through the entire chaos like a wave.
Another cycle of alternating shocks has arrived.
No more witchcraft.
Creatures in chaos can only deal with themselves.
Fortunately.
Wu Zhuo's dedication seems to have brought the chaos back, on the eve of its decline.
This round of alternating attacks was not as cruel, but it still caused heavy casualties to the chaotic beings.
Wait until the New Age arrives.
There were many more corpses in various realms of chaos, and more than twenty innate gods alone were destroyed.
The gods who survived did not feel much joy.
Because they have discovered that Wu Zhuo's influence on the evolution of heaven is only temporary, and it only buys for a period of time.
They don't know how long they can last.
"Let's take a step and see."
The Chaos God disappeared again.
The wheels of time are rolling.
Chaos indeed continues to decline.
The revived energy has become thin again, and the speed at which chaos treasures are being bred in the strange landscapes is also slowing down.
For example, the Central Divine Courtyard is showing signs of becoming dim again.
The miserable wind and heavy rain enveloped all realms of chaos.
Only Tai Qiong does not look like the gods of this era at all.
In the new era, he is still active. He is tracing Wu Zhuo's path to enlightenment and has broken into the restricted area of enlightenment several times. The divine fetus in his body has really stabilized. He is in his own glorious moment, with high energy and spirit.
Condensation.
The ten thousand levels he controls are improving together with his own aura.
He is like a bystander in this era, walking through all the worlds, just watching indifferently, as all living beings wither away step by step.
At the snap of your fingers.
Another six stacks have passed.
Large areas of ruins appeared in various areas of Chaos.
After searching all over Chaos, there are less than a hundred innate gods.
The innate gods cannot protect themselves, so naturally they cannot take care of the acquired gods and the Son of Chaos God.
Under the reincarnations of heaven and earth, their descendants and heirs turned into dust one after another and disappeared from the world.
This is great tragedy.
Chaos seems to have turned into an old soil, and everything about the old soil will be buried in it, leaving no trace.
"The decline of an era can make the soil more fertile. When a new era arrives, more lush sacred trees will grow."
"Perhaps like me, how many people have experienced the old era and survived until the new era arrives?"
The sky is standing in the void, looking at some places.
He really achieved transcendence by incorporating Wu Zhuo's spiritual practice.
He seems to be so powerful that he has escaped the suppression of heavenly reincarnation and is hard to be affected again.
And recently.
He also discovered that some secret places in the chaos frequently erupted with great noises, and the light of heaven's reincarnation penetrated.
That is a sign that the ancient gods are haunted by the reincarnation of heaven, and may have been damaged.
"It's boring!"
Tai Qiong shook his head and sighed.
When he reached the top, there were not many opponents around him.
"Xiao Ye..." Tai Qiong muttered the name silently.
…
Lihao Great Forbidden Heaven.
This was the chaotic territory of the Singularity in the past, but now it has become a wasteland, filled with deathly silence and desolation.
but.
Because some masters of Singularity Chaos opened the dojo here, the void of this forbidden sky was filled with light.
There is a cemetery here, which is made of rare chaotic divine materials.
On the stone platform in the center of the cemetery, a cold body was lying on it.
That was Wu Zhuo's body.
Although he has passed away for several generations, his remains are still immortal and will exist in heaven and earth forever.
"Lord Wu Zhuo."
"I survived and lived to a new era, but I have reached my limit. I can no longer see you in the future."
"Over the years, one ancestor god after another has fallen one after another, and most of the perfect creatures have been lost. Although I have been persevering, I am still enduring torture."
A middle-aged man arrived and sat in the cemetery, facing Wu Zhuo's body and recounting the events of the past years.
He is a perfect creature with mediocre qualifications.
He was born when Wu Zhuo was at the height of his fame. Inspired by Wu Zhuo's deeds, he practiced step by step until he attained enlightenment.
these years.
As long as he survives the impact of alternating stacks of times, he will come here to sit and worship Wu Zhuo.
"People say that in the battle between you and the sky, you lose in the end, but I don't think so."
"You just lost to Tiandao. If you are still alive, Taiqiong is not worthy of being your opponent at all. He is just a thief!"
Speaking of excitement, the man's whole body started to tremble.
He regarded Wu Zhuo as his idol.
However, Tai Qiong took away a piece of Wu Zhuo's bone and used it to understand Wu Zhuo's practice method and integrated it into himself, making him more brilliant. This made him very unconvinced.
"I don't understand!"
"It is rumored that Mr. Xiao Ye, who is willing to fight for all living beings, is so cold and unwilling to help us, which ultimately led to your sacrifice!"
The man roared loudly, venting his inner frustration.
Boom!
The moment the word Xiao Ye was spoken, a muffled sound suddenly came from Wu Zhuo's cold body, as if he had received some kind of stimulation.
The man suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Wu Zhuo has obviously passed away for nearly ten stacks, and his body is cold, so how can he still make such a sound?
"Little guy."
"It seems that you really resent me."
"However, the misfortune Wu Zhuo experienced was the fate of his fate. As my successor, he will not fall so easily."
The next moment, a calm voice seemed to cut through the years and span the endless sky, ringing in the man's ears.
This kind of voice did not have any pressure, but it made the man's mind buzz. His feet softened, and he half-knelt down, and a turbulent wave arose in his heart.
Looking at the whole chaos, one would say that the descendant of Wu Zhuo is Xiao Ye, the Taizu of Heaven.
Is that extremely mysterious Taizu, who has almost never appeared in this world, communicating with him?
Is the other party about to manifest?
"Also, Taizu said that Master Wu Zhuo will not fall so easily..."
Immediately afterwards, the man woke up and looked at Wu Zhuo's broken body in shock, "Is he still alive?"