In the 1854th year of the Tiger's War against the Tiancheng Emperor, the emperor could not recover from his internal injuries and could not improve his realm. He eventually lost his spiritual power and died of illness in the ancient land of the demon clan.
With the passing of the Demon Emperor, without a ruler recognized by all the demon monks, the already pacified demon clan began to have chaotic disputes again.
Now, no demon clan has seen the original form of the sun in a hundred years, and the royal family and the royal family in the demon clan have also started a war like the underworld clan.
Two hundred years have passed since the Demon King passed away, and the war within the clan has evolved into a melee among various clans..."
"This ancient history record ends here, but fortunately, this senior handed over the task of recording this ancient history to another senior to continue recording." Linqing waved his hand again, and Long Yu appeared in front of him. Word.
"Inherit the orders of our ancestors, take over the pen of our ancestors, and fulfill our ancestors' wishes:
The senior realized something, so he went to find an answer. The departure of the senior was used as the boundary and the starting year.
Fifty years since the predecessor stopped writing, people of all races have suffered countless casualties. Today, there are no boundaries in the world.
Various ethnic groups were mixed, and something more serious happened. The laws of heaven and earth began to be chaotic, the cultivation methods left by the ancestors began to fail, and the cultivation resources were exhausted.
The constant wars between the royal family and the royal family within various ethnic groups have led to the fact that there is no final conclusion about what the royal family is and what the royal family is. In the eyes of the world, the only divisions are the dead and the dying.
When Long Yu and Zang Yue read this, just from the words, they could feel the desolation in the hearts of those who wrote history at that time.
Nowadays, strength has become the only criterion.
One hundred and fifty years after the predecessor stopped writing, the eastern land cracked, salt water kept emerging from underneath, and heavy rains continued day and night. There was no place for survival in the eastern land. The various ethnic groups in the east moved westward, and new disputes began again.
No one can tell what the rules are now.
For a hundred years, only the blood moon has been seen, and the sun has never been seen again. The temperature has begun to plummet across the board. Except for the saltwater spurting out in the east and heavy rains, all the other rivers, seas and lakes are frozen.
Judging from the celestial phenomena, the sun in the sky has dried up. From now on, there will be no daylight in the world.
"The sun is drying up, this..." When Can Yue saw this, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind, but it was fleeting. When Can Yue wanted to remember it, she would have a huge headache.
Long Yu sensed the changes in Waning Yue and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"Well... I'm going to have a rest, my head hurts so much." Canyue held her little head in her hands and returned to the small bed in the Yin-Yang box space.
Seeing that Cangyue was feeling very uncomfortable, Long Yu took back a ray of his soul and continued to look:
"What!?" Long Yu's eyes suddenly shrank when he saw the next record.
Three hundred years after the predecessor stopped writing, rumors from all over the world have revived: The third prince has appeared!
Long Yu looked down hurriedly: the sky in the south was covered with black air, and the life on the large land in the south disappeared at an abnormal speed.
But it was at this time that the senior came back!
"The tone of the narrative has changed..." Long Yu continued reading:
When my senior found me that day, I had more than a hundred wounds of various sizes all over my body. My left arm was broken and could not be regenerated. My left eye was bleeding, and my whole body was stained with blood...
"Quick, quick, take me to the ancient land of our clan! Quick!" The senior's voice was weak but urgent, "I don't have much time..."
I knew his end was approaching, and I felt extremely sad, but I was powerless for a while.
I wanted to heal Senior's wounds, but to no avail. Senior immediately refused to heal: "It's useless, hurry up, take me to the ancient land, the demon clan, no, all clans are going to be in great trouble!"
I have known my senior for hundreds of years, and I have never seen him so nervous and panicked. Several friends and I immediately went to the ancient land with our senior.
When we arrived at the ancient land, the seniors bowed three times to the tombs of the demon emperors of all dynasties, and rang the holy bell of the ancient land regardless of our obstruction!
At that time, I vaguely guessed that something big was going to happen...
