Among the broken robes, jade ornaments made a lonely sound, and a slender green lotus whose roots had turned into jade slowly fell into the endless abyss with its owner.
Every drop of divine blood containing powerful power fell into the void, just like leaves returning to the earth.
Everything seems like a bizarre dream, falling into eternal ruin.
However, in this darkness filled with unknown dark matter, like a dream, an extremely pure golden light broke through the chaos.
"Huh? Why are there two people here?" A confused and majestic voice sounded, and everything finally became calm again.
I don’t know how long it took, but the figure that should have died at the hands of the False God, but somehow survived, slowly opened its eyes.
When I look into my eyes, I can feel the clear sky all around me, and I can hear the gentle sound of the breeze blowing through the bamboos.
"Didn't I die? This is the realm of reincarnation..."
"Could it be that even if a god dies, there will be reincarnation..."
Slowly sitting up from the bamboo bed, Jian Wushuang was interrupted by severe pain coming from his body before he had time to think about anything.
"Will I still feel pain after death? Am I not dead?" Jian Wushuang murmured softly, hurriedly keeping his mind steady and carefully checking the meridians in his body.
After this investigation, he truly realized that he was not dead!
In addition to the shattered meridians in the body, even the divine power is slowly cyclically rising and dying!
"I'm not dead? I'm not dead!" The uncontrollable ecstasy made Jian Wushuang forget the severe pain in his body.
It wasn't until he calmed down for a while that he looked around at his temporary room.
The room is extremely simple. Every piece of furniture, window decorations, and even the house are made of bamboo, and judging from the roughness, it seems that they were all handmade by their owners.
Holding back the severe pain, Jian Wushuang walked out of the room barefoot.
Outside the door, the warm sunshine shines on the face, and bamboo gardens are planted on both sides of the small house.
In front of us is an endless plain.
Looking at the fairyland-like environment in front of him, Jian Wushuang completely let go of his vigilance. He had never enjoyed a moment of relaxation in countless thousands of years.
But he only relaxed for a moment before all the questions came to his mind again!
The tragic battlefield of blood and fire, the army of millions of divine monks, and the seriously injured old man were all like sharp knives, gouging out his body at this moment.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at another room in the bamboo house behind him.
He quickly pushed the door open and let out a slight sigh of relief.
In the room, the old man was lying quietly on him, breathing calmly. He had passed the critical period, but only the dark blue spiderweb-like lines on his skin had not dissipated.
Without any hesitation, Jian Wushuang sat in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to transfer the divine power that circulated in the body into the old man's body.
The divine power entered the body like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no trace of it. However, Jian Wushuang seemed to be sitting still, just entering the divine power as always.
This goes on for several years, and the big sun in the sky never rises or sets, and everything remains as before.
Until, there was a slight fluctuation on this continent.
Slowly opening his eyes, as if he realized something, Jian Wushuang quickly walked out of the bamboo house.
From the distant sky, a gap automatically opened in space, and countless figures came to this continent.
Seeing those familiar figures and familiar divine powers, Jian Wushuang could no longer restrain his heart and jumped away.
Blood-soaked Blood Wave Supreme, both his divine body and consciousness have reached the end of his strength. Beside him, the Nine Tribulations King in white clothes turned into blood clothes, the ancestor of the Overlord Bai Yuan, Long Yan, Long Chi, and the Martial Sword Immortal Taixu God.
The same is true for the emperor and others.
The army of monks, which numbered less than a million, had long lost any luster in their eyes. Only the Qilin clan, which also suffered heavy casualties, had a look of excitement on their faces.
Jian Wushuang, who was only wearing plain clothes, appeared in front of everyone in just a blink of an eye.
Supreme Xuebo smiled slightly and said slowly, "Palace Master Wushuang, Xuebo is here to see you."
After finishing speaking, the Supreme Blood Wave passed out.
Jian Wushuang hurriedly moved his body to support the Blood Wave Supreme.
Wu Jianxian on the side opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "Jian Wushuang? You are not dead?"
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and nodded, "I'm lucky I didn't die. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's quickly find a place to stay."
At this moment, everyone's tense nerves were completely relaxed.
He is not dead, and everyone firmly believes that the Divine Universe still has a chance.
Nearly a million divine cosmic armies are stationed directly on this plain. After all, every inch of space here is filled with pure divine power, and quick recovery is the top priority.
It wasn't until the seriously injured monks were arranged that Jian Wushuang noticed that not far away, a middle-aged man in plain gold robes was looking at him with a smile.
And behind the middle-aged man with extraordinary charm, Qiting and Qi, the only two survivors among the five Qilin sons, stood there.
Almost relying on intuition, Jian Wushuang realized that the middle-aged man was the master of this world.
"My little friend, your physique is indeed extraordinary. You have fully recovered after just a few years of not seeing each other." The middle-aged man, Qi Tingqi and two others, quickly came to Jian Wushuang.
"Thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life. Jian is deeply grateful." Jian Wushuang said solemnly, cupping his hands.
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "My name is Qiting, and I am the eldest son of the Qilin tribe. If you don't mind, you can call me Big Brother Qilin."
Looking at Qi and Tingqi behind the middle-aged man, they already understood that what the middle-aged man said was true. Without too much hesitation, Jian Wushuang once again raised his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Qi."
The middle-aged man named Qiting nodded and smiled, "After so many years, my Cangwutai realm has finally become somewhat useful."
"Cangwutai, where is this?"
"It exists near the broken Luodu, next to the Chaos Spring." Qiting explained.
Jian Wushuang nodded. When the Luodu Star Territory was destroyed, he vaguely felt that there was indeed strange energy attached to the Chaos Spring. Now he thought it was the Cangwutai realm.
"I don't know how many epochs have passed since I entered this place as a young man until today. I don't know anything about everything that happened outside. It's already been a waste of half my life." Qiting said half in retrospect, half in emotion.
"If I hadn't taken that step completely, I'm afraid this ordeal in the Divine Universe would have become my eternal regret."
Speaking of this, Qiting's eyes flashed with a blazing light, and an aura that had experienced the vicissitudes of ancient times and had a looming edge emerged.
Jian Wushuang, who was just about to say a few words of comfort to Qiting, couldn't help but feel shocked inside when he felt everything happening around him.
That kind of existence that is completely detached from the outside world, but also controls all things, and creates rules in every breath, is an ancestor!