In this pitch-black, endless depth of darkness, trillions of divine patterns pave out a black star palace. It is suspended between heaven and earth like a star source, symbolizing the supreme power and divine power of Shangxingxu.
Inside the Star Palace, there is a colorful Tianchi. Liquid like a galaxy flows in the Tianchi, gurgling and bubbling like magma.
The bubbles burst and made a roaring sound.
Just in the pool that day, there is a faint body of the infinite God of the Universe lying in it. Its body is tens of thousands of meters long and towering like a giant mountain. Each neutron particle is one centimeter, which is already considered a tiny star.
, and this star sea giant is an aggregate of such tiny stars.
It was vaguely visible that there was a nine-layered roulette wheel on his chest. The wheel rotated gently, causing ripples in the water.
He sank in this Tianchi, his eyes opened like two star sources, black light even shone out, like two light pillars rising into the sky, the light was awe-inspiring.
He lay like this for a long time.
After a while, a group of Universe Gods came from a distance and entered the Star Palace. Their attitudes were solemn and their expressions were not good-looking. When they arrived near the Tianchi Lake, they knelt down one after another and shouted: "Greetings,
Emperor Yin Tian."
Gurgling!
The water in the Milky Way was rippling that day, forming a tide of stars.
"What's going on?" The star sea giant in the water spoke, and the sound was like a loud bell, vibrating.
"It's very troublesome. Very troublesome." One of the old men of Zhoushen lamented.
"The statistics are out. At present, about one-third of the tribesmen's contracts have mysteriously expired. No matter what, they can no longer summon evil spirits. This number is still increasing. According to the current increase rate, it may only take one or two years.
We, the Zhantian Clan, will completely lose contact with the hell world." Another white-haired old man from the God of Zhou said.
"This is not as simple as losing contact... The Hell Realm is the foundation on which our Zhantian God Clan is based on the three major Celestial God Clan. Once it is lost, the strength of our entire clan will be greatly reduced. Not only will we lose our status as the 'number one', but also the
Being kicked out of the three major gods? Although resources are allocated by Heaven, the five gods may have other ideas. Huantian and Demon Heaven may not make it easy for us. We ghosts and gods are originally among the eight gods.
He was ostracized, and his relationship with the moral gods was not good..." The third old man of the Universe God frowned more and more as he spoke, and almost burst into tears on the spot.
"You haven't mentioned the key!" The fourth old man of Zhou Shen took a deep breath and said with heavy eyes: "The most important thing is that now there is a gap in the way of heaven. The control of rules and laws and the allocation of resources often go wrong.
It caused internal conflicts among the eight gods. The last time Tiandao made a mistake and we profited, it made the two losers Huantian and Daodeshen very unhappy. If something goes wrong at this juncture... I am afraid that something will really happen! Once Tiandao cannot control it,
There are many more people than you think who are adding insult to injury."
After they finished speaking, they all looked sadly at the Star Sea Giant in the pool that day.
The Zhantian Clan was originally fearless, but now, with the crisis hanging over their heads like dark clouds, they, the Zhantian warriors who are familiar with the changes in the way of heaven, know how bad the situation is.
"Everyone knows that the eight gods unite and jointly control the Shangxing Ruins. Under the fair coordination of heaven, they have established the ancient and modern Eight Empires of the universe. However, they do not know how unrelenting the conflicts accumulated over the ages have become when all parties are in power together.
Once the way of heaven collapses, without outsiders provoking it, the eight gods will be in chaos first." Another old man from the God of the Universe sighed.
Almost every one of them fell into a haze.
They all have sad faces.
"Haha." In the Tianchi, Emperor Yin Tian suddenly sneered and said: "If the world is divided for a long time, it will be united, and if it is united for a long time, it will be divided. It is fate to separate and unite. Now that we have been forced to unite for too long, there will always be a day when we are divided.
, it’s just very possible in our generation. Just treat it with a normal heart, and there is no need to be unreasonable. If troubled times come, the party that usually shows weakness first may not necessarily be the loser."
call!
The elders of Zhoushen let out a sigh of relief.
"That's right, our Zhantian heritage has been passed down to this day. We have relied on a will to fight against the heavens to open up the path of ghosts and gods, and we have never been afraid of anything."
"Even if we suffer an unimaginable blow, the other seven parties are not of the same mind. If we show weakness, Demon Heaven and Huantian will definitely fight. The Huantian God Clan is still dreaming of their own dream of annexing the world, and Demon Heaven and the Sinful Gods are united.
King, even the falling star and the setting sun are like brothers..."
When they were chatting, Emperor Yin Tian's face surfaced, and he sneered: "The eight gods, as different clans, can jointly rule Shangxingxu until now, relying on the fair checks and balances under the mechanism of heaven. Otherwise,
For thousands of generations after the fall of Yanhuang, Shangxingxu must have always been a mess of eight tribes fighting each other, and the people were in dire straits. How could there be such a prosperous age among the eight tribes? And the way of heaven is the work of the Yanhuang protoss, so a cosmic empire must be
Only with true 'union' can there be a real prosperous age, otherwise it will be just a dream and nothing more. Once it is exposed, it will inevitably collapse faster than anything else."
"Emperor of Heaven..."
A group of old men from the Zhantian God Clan looked at him blankly.
"You mean, everything about Yanhuang in Shihuangxingluo will be a real revival? But the problem is that historically, our Zhantian God Clan was one of the betrayers who caused the fall of Yanhuang. Once we surrender, they will forgive us.
Us?"
Hearing this, Emperor Yin Tian glanced at them coldly and said seriously: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are we surrendering to Yanhuang?"
"What does the Emperor of Heaven mean?"
Emperor Yin Tian had a far-reaching gaze and said in a deep voice: "A ruined Emperor Star, an inexplicable heir, a group of descendants of slaves who are not even the gods of the universe, plus a handful of descendants of exiled criminals, these people add up,
Even one-tenth of any one of the eight gods is enough, so why should they dominate the world again and make us surrender in battle?"
Hearing Emperor Yin Tian say this, everyone looked at each other.
Emperor Yin Tian looked at the stars in the distance and said with burning eyes: "The temporary loss of power may be an opportunity to save our lives. Now everyone knows that we have suffered huge losses and have withdrawn from the battle. We just stay behind closed doors and wait and see what happens. I, the Zhantian God Clan, are now taking the initiative.
Attacking has become a problem. It’s okay to stay within the star guardian barrier. Once they are almost done fighting, once the way of heaven really collapses, who says that we, the Zhantian Clan, won’t be the ones in charge of the universe in the end?”
His words have turned the bad news about Guan Yu's hell realm for the Zhantian Divine Clan into good news.
The old men of Zhou Shen looked at each other, and then the gloominess in their eyes dissipated and slowly became hot.
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