For eight hundred years, a steady stream of monks came to the battlefield outside the territory, and cities were built with the base camp as the center.
The initial 300,000 monks have now gathered to over 2 million.
At the same time, many familiar forces joined in, which made the Blood Wave Supreme sigh with emotion.
The Nine Emperors Pavilion, which had been destroyed after the last catastrophic battle, reappeared, and the red-eared supreme and the purple-haired supreme joined in sequence.
The Starry Sky Sword Sect who was on the run also rushed to the battlefield outside the territory, and Wu Jianxian remained the same as before, but with a more chilling feeling in his indifference.
The White Ape, the ancestor of the Ba clan, heard the call to assemble in the Palace of Life, and in the first hundred years, he and his descendants rushed to the battlefield outside the territory.
What surprised Blood Wave Supreme the most was that the Taixu Temple, which had long been thought to be like the virtual universe, did not surrender. The Taixu God Emperor was just like he was tens of thousands of years ago, both righteous and evil, and indifferent.
When he saw that the Blood Wave Supreme not only did not die, but instead broke through the Invincible Supreme and achieved the position of half-ancestor, he also did not say much and just asked to take a look at Jian Wushuang.
The Blood Wave Supreme did not refuse. After pointing in the direction of Jian Wushuang, the Taixu God Emperor jumped away.
Later, the old beggar, a drunken maniac wandering around the sky, wandered over, holding a wine gourd with a broken snowflake sword, wearing a tattered Taoist shirt, and two blushes on his face.
He is even more drunk than he was 20,000 years ago, but those who know him well know that he will never be drunk.
The Sword Alliance founded by Jian Wushuang on the Starry Sky Ancient Road all arrived, and the Nine-Star Saint Son of the Nine-Star Holy Land and the Moluo clan also came one after another.
So far, over eight hundred years, nearly three million monks have gathered.
It usually takes one star field to give birth to one Supreme God Realm, but now there are more than 200,000 of them!
Everything now has far exceeded the scale of any catastrophic battle!
The entire infinite star field of the Divine Power Universe, no matter how far away, has contributed its own share.
The Blood Wave Supreme temporarily took over the position of the Life Palace and began to adjust the large number of monks.
The wordless monument erected not far from the base camp later almost became a landscape. Every monk who came to the battlefield outside the territory would come here to look at it, and most of them wept secretly.
The Dragon Clan and the Feng Clan jointly dispatched more than 200 disciples from the clan to take turns guarding Jian Wushuang, and Feng Qi, the ancestor of the Feng Clan, was even waiting here.
After more than nine hundred years of such busyness, no one feels bored, and all the monks are trying to break through themselves as much as possible.
"When do you think Jian Wushuang will wake up? Will there be any problems?" Overlord with extremely pure cultivation stood not far from the wordless monument, looking at the sword sitting quietly like a clay sculpture from a distance
Unparalleled.
The Holy Son of Nine Stars, who was also in the Sword Alliance, crossed his arms and said softly, "If you are worried about him, it is better to worry about yourself first. He is a monster that takes over the world."
The Overlord smacked his lips, glanced at the Nine Tribulations King not far away, and then lowered his voice and said, "Do you think Jian Wushuang is much more powerful than the Nine Tribulations King now?"
The Holy Son of Nine Stars glanced at Overlord, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Jian Wushuang has never let me down. Now he is the master of the Palace of Life. Do you know what that means?"
"And I heard that Jian Wushuang, who was not in seclusion before, is already able to compete with the strong men at the semi-ancestral level."
With a word that woke up the dreamer, the Overlord suddenly realized that there was a semi-ancestral being in the current Palace of Life, who was even more terrifying than his own ancestor.
And Jian Wushuang being able to take the position of Palace Master means...
The Overlord did not dare to continue his reverie. Although Jian Wushuang was also an unparalleled genius in his heart, it was too terrifying to be able to compete with the half-ancestral level with half-step invincibility...
Taking off the wine gourd from the sword tip of the alcoholic old beggar, the Nine Tribulations King paid a distant salute to Jian Wushuang's back, then raised his head and took a big sip.
"How's it going, boy? Is my wine strong?" the old beggar asked with a smile.
The King of Nine Tribulations grinned and said cheerfully, "Lie!"
The old beggar was extremely happy, as if he had heard the best praise. He took the wine gourd and took another big gulp.
He let out a long belch, and the old beggar's eyes were blurry with drunkenness.
"In my long life, I have only fought one catastrophic battle, which was the last battle where the God of the Universe died."
"Do you know why I didn't participate in the First Cataclysm Battle?"
The Nine Tribulations King shook his head.
The old beggar grinned, "That's because I'm too selfish."
"Selfish?" The Nine Tribulations King was confused.
As if reminiscing, the old beggar's eyes seemed to be full of the past, "I became famous before the first catastrophic battle, but I did not participate in the first catastrophic battle. At that time, I traveled in the world of all things, but I flaunted my
I am independent from the outside world, and everything has nothing to do with me.”
"It wasn't until the beginning of the first catastrophic battle that I vaguely realized that everyone did not exist independently. At that time, most of the divine universe was also destroyed, and everything I loved was destroyed quietly."
"It was during that catastrophic battle that I stayed out of it, but saw the brilliance of a group of people, and for the first time my empty Taoist heart had pursuit."
"Until the last catastrophic battle, I finally fought side by side with them, but they all left one by one. Only I am still alive."
"I used to selfishly think that if I grew up step by step and my ultimate goal was just to protect myself, it would be too boring."
"But fortunately, the long years have taught me a lesson and made me wake up. Now I have finally walked on this path."
The old beggar always smiled, "When I was young, I witnessed the God of the Universe turning the tide with his own strength. Now my greatest hope is to witness the rise of the next God of the Universe and lead the entire divine universe to live well.
Go down."
Having said this, the old beggar turned around and walked away, "A selfish guy like me hopes that there will be fewer and fewer divine powers in the universe."
The Nine Tribulations King quietly looked at the drunken maniac old beggar in a sloppy Taoist shirt, and inexplicably overlapped it with a swordsman in a flowing blue shirt.
Perhaps the old beggar was so wanton when he was young.
The Nine Tribulations King came back to his senses and looked at the figure sitting in front of the wordless monument with a thoughtful gaze, "You guys, I'm looking forward to witnessing your growth."
One thousand two hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, but the spring and autumn of the world have changed, and the snow has replaced the spring. But for these monks who have embarked on the journey of cultivating the Taoism, it is just a little more mental state.
The figure sitting under the wordless monument finally moved in this relatively long time.
The dust fell lightly, and a hint of Xuanhe divine pattern quietly surged from the tips.