The theater that once occupied the entire northern continent disappeared like a bubble in silence. The various visions that once occupied the sky also fell apart with the collapse of the theater. The theater city that no longer has gods is just a useless scenery. It shrivels and cracks in the trembling, turning into threads that gradually disappear. Those threads extended in all directions, like countless crazy and dying snakes, blooming withered flowers in the sky above the Bright Light State.
The puppet strings hanging down from high places to control humans have disappeared into the shadows of swords and swords, but there are still traces like silk threads in the sky. They were clusters of light and fire falling to the earth. So much light spread across the entire land, and in the eyes of the people who survived the disaster, it was as if the entire Milky Way had been transported. It was as if the supreme god on the celestial wheel also felt that there was too much turmoil tonight, so he sent a meteor shower to everyone on the road to fulfill their wishes.
The young children didn't understand how much happened tonight. They just found the changing colors of the sky interesting. They waved their hands and pointed at the sky, shouting to the people around them: "Hurry up and make a wish, it's a shooting star!"
The childish voice drifted away in the wind and reached Qin Qianbai's ears, reminding her of her childish self. Shigurei, who had worked so hard to accelerate to this point, was resting aside. The champion silently looked into the distance. Qin Qianbai put down the long knife, faced the direction of Meteor City, closed his eyes and clapped his hands.
"Well done, A Ce. Goodbye, Uncle Situ."
Another warrior stood on the hilltop closer to Meteor City. Lord Yinlu looked at the collapsed theater city in the distance, with a vague look of nostalgia in his eyebrows.
"He sang in such a pretentious manner before he died. He was really a eccentric actor."
He walked away and never looked back.
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Yongguang Empire, the imperial capital. The painter in black in the secret room is neither happy nor very sad. He just lay there in silence as before, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"To live is to die, to live towards death."
Qin Ming was sitting on a high rainbow bridge, holding a wine bowl in his hand. He took a sip, waved his hand and scattered the wine, and each one floated towards the northern city, like turbid tears.
"Have a good trip." Qin Ming said softly.
He stood up and left with the solemn-looking old man.
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The Sky Capital took off in an emergency when the theater city collapsed, and everyone in the command room looked pale. In the fierce battle at the pinnacle of Creation, all instruments and magic circles were meaningless, and they could do nothing except pray. Everyone looked at the desperate flower, and a researcher said unconsciously: "Is he dead?"
"He is dead," one of the knights repeated, "...he is dead!!"
Disbelieving questions rang out sporadically, and it wasn't until a few seconds passed that people realized the reality in front of them. For a moment, cheers filled the command room, and people who had worked hard so far hugged and clapped their hands and cheered ecstatically. The joy of surviving the disaster and the joy of the demon's defeat fill every corner. No one knows what will happen if the Wuxiang God's plan is completely successful. He may become a new king and even control the entire world.
"Okay!! Okay!!!"
Honorwell stood up and cheered. After howling a few times, reason returned to his brain. He quickly confirmed the situation with his old friend: "Is the Formless God really dead?"
"He is dead." Liu Zhongwu said in the communication, "He will never act or sing again!"
The imperial bureaucrat's voice trembled slightly. He rubbed his red eyes and turned away, silently cutting off the communication. He had done his duty as a member of the Empire, but that man had indeed been his friend.
Honorwell nodded and said no more. He put away the joy on his face and signaled everyone to be quiet. He took over the command with a serious expression and dealt with the mess in front of him one by one: "The City of Sky evacuates Meteor City. Temporarily parked at the border of the Bright Light State, notify churches in various places to mobilize with all their strength to protect spiritual pollution after the dragon disaster, and contact all combatants immediately..."
"Principal, the saint summons you to the scene!"
The correspondent's announcement interrupted his giving orders. Only after Onoville slapped his head did he remember that there was a saint in the sky. The series of battles since Situ Yi took the stage have made people breathless, and he almost forgot that he was in the United States. Honorwell was hesitant to send someone to take over the command, and Chi Zijing patted him on the shoulder.
"The saint must have summoned you for something important, so the principal should go as soon as possible." Chi Zijing smiled, "If you need to make some temporary arrangements, we can also do it for you."
Aurus had already taken over the command when he hesitated, and the instructions were issued in an orderly manner. Honorwell breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly picked up his jetpack and rushed into the sky.
Think about it, ten years have passed. Unconsciously, the young people have grown up, and it is no longer the time when the old people stand at the front.
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In the sky above Meteor City, the Dragon of Joy and Sorrow had completely perished under the combined efforts of the three people. The death of this pseudo-dragon extinguished Situ Yi's last delusion, and he could no longer transfer his aura anywhere.
Servais grabbed the Heart of Change and pulled it out from the pile of silk threads. She looked at the northern continent at her feet and took a breath because of her headache.
"Oh my god, this is really troublesome... The Dragon of Change is dead and the entire northern landform will be drastically changed. If something goes wrong, the country will collapse!"
Agent Will was startled. The United States has made use of the dragon landform everywhere. Most cities in the Hokuriku are built according to the landform. There are houses built in giant trees and city-states that rely on magnetic bonding. Now that the Obsidian Dragon has died, the landforms of the various states are likely to change drastically. If many Haochange Spirits also disappear, the drastic changes caused will be unimaginable for the future of the United States. He quickly asked: "Do you have an emergency plan?"
"The plan I made back then was to rely on the civilized front to control the Dragon of Obsidian Transformation and seal it away!" Servais grinned, "I have a backup plan. You can help me find 51 Manifestation Envoys..."
"Can we be used as 51 together?" Agent Will was deeply distressed. With everything being beaten like this, Hezhong could still manage to gather 51 manifestations. Thank God for the 5 energetic ones. At this time, Gaius let go of the battle ax, letting it turn into a silver light and return to the Star Soul Armor.
"The emergency spells have been reorganized in the New Civilization Front. Let the head of the Siyuan family carry the corresponding totems to various parts of the Northern Continent. You and I will cooperate with the launching ceremony in Meteor City to nail the dragon landscape to the Northern Continent." Gai Wu Si said.
Servais was overjoyed: "Okay, boy, have you made an emergency plan?"
"I don't want to rule a country that is devastated." Gaius said coldly, "I, as the totem of the United Nations, should have been the management center myself, but now I can only rely on the heart of obsidian to take a gamble, hurry up!"
"Every head of the Siyuan family who is still angry, come and gather!"
Servais fired into the air while shouting, and a bullet roared into the sky, exploding into colorful ribbons and flying to all parts of the city, catching up with the family heads one after another. The first one to arrive was the excited Jago, then the disbelieving Booli and the disgraced Jin. Onowell arrived a little later. It was a bit ridiculous for everyone to look at each other. They had been fighting openly and secretly for a lifetime, but they gathered together today to save everyone under the command of the legendary saint.
Servais nodded with satisfaction: "Stabilize the situation first, and then talk about it later. Will, you hold the gun of conviction for Marcius, where is Hadrian?"
"Honored Saint, Hadrian is here."
A rainbow came from the far east, and Hadrian Celeste, the "Rainbow Lord", flew over with a smile, and with one fingertip he took back his totem, which was a colorful butterfly surrounding the old man. Fluttering and dancing. He clapped his hands and summoned six more rainbow bridges, leading to the hometowns of each family head one by one.
"Come up, children." The old man said with a smile, "If you go slower, I'm afraid it won't be enough. I'll give you a ride."
No one has any objections. The old grandfather himself is the greatest credit. They all set foot on the rainbow and went to various places in the United States, but Hadrian himself did not leave, only letting the butterflies fly leisurely to the Rainbow State.
Servais rolled her eyes at him, thinking that the Hadrian family had been like this since a thousand years ago, unable to walk when they encountered something they were interested in. She was slightly relieved that this generation of family heads was much more reliable than those a thousand years ago, and there was no such thing as an annoying fool who kept shouting about the glory and traditional dignity of nobility at critical moments.
Come to think of it, a thousand years have passed, and society should finally change.
Gaius and the Star Soul Dragon were ready. She held the Heart of Change to her chest and prepared to perform the spell to fix the environment. At this time, a light wind blew by her ears, and Servais almost lost her breath: "Holy crap! Please look at the atmosphere and stop making trouble at this time, this time life is at stake!"
It was a phantom, leaning down like a little girl with her hands behind her back, blowing on Servais like a mischief.
"It's not a prank, I'm here to help." Xuying said happily, "This observation process is very interesting, so I decided to help you a little. After all, many old friends are here!"
After hearing this, Servais looked down, and there was a faint glaze-colored light in the disintegrated theater city. The light came from the heart of a superpower. She frowned.
"...King of Lust?"
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Gongsun Ce intuitively felt that he was not lying on the hospital bed, nor was he in his inner temple. This place is too cold and eerie, as if the underworld has merged into nine levels of the abyss and rolled several more levels into the vacuum of the universe. What's more important is that he feels that he hasn't been unconscious for long at all. A few seconds ago - at most half a minute ago - he was swinging his sword to give Situ Yi the final blow.
He was a little nervous for a moment, wondering if he was still in the drama. He opened his eyes and saw a hazy gray fog covering the world. A pale man in gray clothes and a high crown sat in the fog. He was extremely tall and had a very small head. His face was covered with long hair and only one eye was exposed. Gongsun Ce was shocked when he saw the outline, and then felt relieved. He locked his thoughts and thought silently in his heart.
I am a water drop. Tick tock.
"You are not a drop of water, you are a flame. A blazing, gray fire!" the man in gray said shrilly, "Relax, good boy. Your aura has become divine, and you are not so easily assimilated by me—— But think less, don’t talk, write! Don’t scare me!”
The flames swayed slightly, and the man in gray was very satisfied. He said with relief: "You have done a very good job, great... You have completely ended that terrible thought. In the end, he planned to make a desperate move to the end of the road. In that case, I'm afraid It’s unbearable. In a short time, maybe a few days, he will swallow me up too. That’s terrible, terrible!”
The man in gray was frightened by his imagination and cried softly. Ashes of fire fluttered gently in comfort, and the ashes formed brief writings on the ground.
【You are the king】
"Of course I am the king, I am the King of Fear." The man in gray said, "But his mind is the same as mine... Do you understand? What you call the peak of Creation - what a strange description, there are high and low levels in Creation. Points - is the great deeds of the king, the 'eternity' of the heart. If he lived in our era, he would also be a king. The king of directors, the king of drama... No, no, no, don't let me say it, it's too scary , don’t talk about him anymore!”
Huo Huo shook his head and wrote new handwriting.
[Last time, thank you]
"Yes, of course, I also thanked you last time, and that time was even more terrifying! He almost got my body, and then he would become the real Eternal One. This era is about to end, your small and short era ..." The King of Fear shook his head, "I'm sorry. Really. I lost control of my body. Everything shouldn't have turned out like that... Do you want to know anything? I will tell you something. Before escaping, so you have to hurry up, you are strong now, I want to escape."
Gray Flame remained still for a while and wrote: [Dragon is the body]
"A dragon is a body," the Dread King repeated. "Once dead, there is no more. Rebuilding a body is a considerable task even for us, and it will take - by our standards - a long time. The mind can only exert its true power when combined with the body, so you have to be careful with those who still have bodies. The King of Order still has the possibility of communication, and the King of Silence and the King of Equality...ah! I don't want to imagine that it's over! I wanna go!"
He just answered one question, and he was already confused and wanted to leave. Huo Huo quickly asked the most important question: [What is the King? 】
This question has always been kept in his mind, and it was not until today that he finally had the opportunity to raise it. So far, he has dealt with several kings, and he knows that the king is the founder of the mind, the permanent envoy from long ago, and the worst malignant envoy. But even so, he didn't have a definite idea. He didn't understand what the king meant by "eternal..."
"Don't think! Don't!" screamed the Dread King.
I am the flame. Whoosh.
The King of Fear trembled for a while and said sadly: "You will know, you will, but it's not just me... the origin of the heart has come, and she is planning to tell you everything..."
He stepped aside, and a bright red fire emerged from the gray mist, and the woman's high-spirited smile floated out of the fire.
"Wonderful and interesting, I offer my blessings and respect to you who work hard to win! Come on, come on, as agreed, the story time begins.
Curious beings, gather around the flame and listen to me tell the story of that year. This is the beginning of eternity, the origin of all things! "
In the blazing flames, the ever-changing light and shadow create a recognizable "picture". Those are phantom memories, from the time before eternity...
What this world looked like before everything started.
(End of chapter)
