"Holy Whisper: The Alliance of Nine Tribes is about to open the Human Race Tomb, intending to extract pure blood essence and promote the saint's recovery plan. The situation is urgent, and we ask the Night Lord to approve our intervention - [Holy Court 3]. 』
This whisper has been specially encrypted, and only those at the level of true immortals can obtain it from the rhythm of obscure rules.
Yan Xing's eyes flashed when he heard the words. He stepped down from the throne and came to the outside of the hall. He raised his eyes and looked at the boundless and infinite heights. A silvery white light appeared on the boy's hole. He vaguely saw a fragmented picture of the future. It was extremely vague and seemed to be affected by some kind of power. put one's oar in.
"The future is changing all the time. There are too many things in this world that have closed the timeline, such as the relic soldiers, the remains of saints, the inheritance stone tablets, etc."
"They are like nail houses standing on the timeline, standing still despite being beaten by the waves of time and space. It is also for this reason that so many abnormal events occurred when the timeline was restarted."
"It's too difficult to peek into the future. It's not that God's perception is too weak, but that there are too many variables, almost infinite."
The light in Yan Xing's eyes dimmed and he gave up the idea of peeking into the sky. He himself was the strongest variable, and an idea at any time could change the direction of the future.
Especially for such a big event, there are too many people and things involved, and they are so intertwined that it is difficult to get a clue.
"The Saint Recovery Plan will definitely not allow the alliance to succeed. This is a force that can break the balance. Moreover, I don't think these remains can be used to deal with the unknown source, so..."
Yan Xing walked back and forth, thinking and weighing for a moment, and with his mind settled, he reached out and gently brushed the void. The invisible regular veins were like threads, turning the information into rhythm and transmitting it.
"allow! 』
Needless to say, Yan Xing already knows what the Holy Court will do. You must know that there are also undercover agents of the Holy Court in all tribes.
The Ten Thousand Tribes Tribe must be very interested in this news. If there is anyone besides the Night Club who doesn't want to watch the Nine Tribes Alliance grow, it is undoubtedly the Ten Thousand Tribes Tribe.
"This battle will probably break the heavens..."
Yan Xing murmured in a low voice. As one of the secret promoters, he seemed to have seen the sea of blood and the rising and falling of immortal corpses.
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Buddha realm, Mount Sumeru.
This is the most sacred place for Buddhism in this world. It takes three steps to reach an ancient temple and every five steps to reach an ancient temple. It’s no exaggeration.
From the mundane world to the world of practice, everyone respects the Zen Buddha. In the vast Buddhist land, even the air is filled with faint Sanskrit sounds.
In the realm of Buddhism, the highest holy places are Mount Sumeru and the Great Thunder Sound Temple. On the top of Mount Sumeru, there is a majestic Buddha statue, towering into the clouds. A white wheel of light is suspended in the mind, and the hazy brilliance shines on the world. In ten directions, far apart, you only need to raise your head to see the sacred light, as if Mount Sumeru is shining.
The void twisted and vibrated, and scarlet holes appeared one after another. Immediately, many figures stepped out, and the aura of the true immortals escaped, leaving no trace of majesty.
"World Honored One Samantabhadra, in this era you are in charge of the tomb of the human race, can there be any mistakes?"
The immortals stared at the halo behind the head of the Buddha statue with bright eyes, as if they saw the vast world hidden in it.
"Amitabha!"
"Up and down Mount Sumeru, I recite scriptures day and night to kill the resentment in the Wheel Tomb. So far, there have been no mistakes."
Samantabhadra clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, his warm eyes filled with compassion.
"very good!"
"Without further delay, let's go in quickly!" The Lord of Samsara said in an urgent tone, seeming impatient.
Everyone nodded, and more than a hundred of the contemporary powerful true immortals slowly opened their palms. A secret message appeared, and then shot out and disappeared into the eyebrows of the Buddha statue.
Buzz——
The void trembled, and the secret culture created infinite golden light. A golden [swastika] mark was condensed on the forehead of the Buddha statue. As it slowly rotated, the Buddha statue, which was originally a dead object, suddenly opened its eyes, moved its lips slightly, and spit out a syllable.
Hum!
The Buddha Wheel ripples like water ripples, turning into a whirlpool channel, silently suspended in the sky, with a cold air faintly emanating from it.
"Walk!"
The eyes of all the true immortals were shining brightly, and then they stepped forward with a single step, their figures flashing, and they entered the passage hand in hand.
"Fellow Daoist Xinghe, aren't you in a hurry to go in?"
The figure of the Divine Phoenix Empress was slightly stagnant. Looking back, she saw that Emperor Galaxy was dawdling and hanging at the back of the team. He was not so calm on weekdays.
"Haha, Your Majesty the Empress, you are right. Someone has to be the last one to go in. Why can't it be me?" Emperor Xinghe smiled and didn't take it seriously. He looked at the Divine Phoenix Empress with a meaningful look.
"Your Majesty the Empress, you said that I'm going to mess with you, isn't it the same for you?"
"Hmph, you're talking nonsense, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."
The Divine Phoenix Empress frowned and glared at the Emperor of Galaxy. She didn't want to say anything anymore and turned around to walk towards the whirlpool passage.
"Your Majesty the Empress, you have to be careful. There is a lot of resentment in the wheel tomb, so don't hurt your ninety-five supreme body!"
three?
Nine?
The two true immortals narrowed their eyes slightly, and something strange flashed in their hearts. Although they were aware of the identity of the other party, due to the rules, they did not reveal it, and everything was in silence.
When Emperor Xinghe passed through the whirlpool passage, his sleeves flicked, and something fell silently, settling on the light wheel whirlpool.
The human race's tomb, the burial place of pure blood.
As soon as you enter this world, you can clearly feel a cold atmosphere. The world is groggy. If there is a vague black mist lingering, it is resentment that has turned into reality.
Obviously, chanting sutras for salvation day and night on Mount Xumi cannot completely eliminate these grievances. In other words, new grievances are born all the time in the wheel tomb and cannot be eliminated. What Mount Xumi did was to keep it at a critical point so that it would not accumulate too much and cause changes.
Naturally, this bit of resentment could not hurt the True Immortal giant, so no one took it seriously. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the center of the world.
This place is vast, and on the endless land is a majestic altar. Its surface is covered with inscriptions, its divine light shines, and it remains in operation throughout the endless years.
This altar is very extraordinary. It is called the [Life and Death Platform]. It exudes the holy aura and is actually a relic weapon. With its protection and suppression, even the modification of the timeline cannot shake this place.
Above the altar, cold jade coffins are neatly displayed. Through the transparent blue texture, one can vaguely see figures lying in them. There were men and women, old and young, all with their eyes closed and their faces rosy as if they were just sleeping.
"From the Spark Era to the present, 402.7 billion years ago, almost all the purebloods who were enslaved gathered here after their lifespans expired."
"Total, more than 9.99 million pure-blood corpses!"
There are nearly tens of millions of pure bloods, which are called extremely rare, and there are so many corpses lying here. However, considering the long time span and the immeasurable population base, it is quite reasonable to think about it carefully.
"Let me take a look."
Greed flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Reincarnation. He stepped forward to the altar, stretched out his hand to open a coffin, and placed his hand on the forehead of the corpse.
"Yes, not bad. The soul particles are very intact, and the power of the bloodline is also well preserved. Less than 10% has escaped."
Soul particles!
This is the extremely cruel truth in the human race's wheel grave.
Indeed, these purebloods are already dead. They died at the end of their lifespan. They were trapped in a cage during their lifetime. They only did the analysis of the origin of the divine text all day long, or were forced to participate in various experimental studies and were drained of all value.
These purebloods think that they will be liberated after death and re-enter reincarnation, but how can things be that simple?
As we all know, the power of pure blood will not be inherited through reincarnation. If these pure blood soul particles are allowed to reincarnate, then it will really be a "permanent loss" of a pure blood tool.
How is it possible to do this?
As a result, the human race's rotating tombs were created. In order to squeeze out the last remaining value of every pure blood, they would not be able to live in peace after death. Their soul particles were imprisoned in their bodies, and their pure blood power was forcibly coagulated in their corpses, waiting for one day in the future to be used for other purposes.
cruel? frenzied? In the face of the overall situation of civilization as a whole, these words seem so pale and powerless.
The real immortals present, not even the Samantabhadra, the Buddha and Bodhisattva who are known to be compassionate to all people, did not think there was anything wrong with this move.
It's all about civilization.
In order to break the nightmare of unknown origin!
A little sacrifice is nothing.
