The ancient times are long, and the years are passing by.
Nearly five thousand years have passed since the founding of the three religions.
What is the concept of five thousand years?
Is it an inconspicuous drop of water in the long river of time?
Is he an extraordinary creature from childhood to adulthood?
Or is it a weak race that developed from primitive society to a brilliant civilization?
Ever since the two Lich clans presented two terrifying ancient formations that competed with each other, the already fragmented ancient land was divided again.
Countless pieces of debris float on the endless sea, surrounding four vast continents.
These fragments may be large or small, some are still alive, while others are dead and desolate.
Dahuang is a fragment located in the northwest of the prehistoric era, bordering Hezhou, Xiniu. Because it stands as the pillar of the sky, all the creatures on it are extraordinary.
The barren wilderness is full of ferocious beasts and poisonous insects, but in this harsh environment, a weak race is thriving and gradually covering every corner of the wilderness.
Magnificent cities have been built one after another in various parts of the wilderness, bringing a lot of life to the once desolate land.
And just today, a group of beings from Xiniu Hezhou crossed countless miles of the West Sea and set foot on this land that is very strange to most beings in the four continents.
On a sea cliff on the edge of the wilderness, seven men and women dressed differently but with cold breaths fell from the sky.
The leader was a young man wearing a black robe, with a feminine appearance, and a bright red pattern between his eyebrows, which made him even more eerie.
"Is this the wilderness? It doesn't look very desolate."
A slightly gloomy voice sounded from the edge of the cliff, and the young man in black robe looked far away.
In the distance, a looming ancient city loomed.
"Senior brother, what is the mission issued by the altar master? Why do we need to leave quietly to avoid everyone, and why do we have to cross the West Sea to come to this wilderness?"
Just as the young man in black robe was looking at this strange land, a slightly charming voice sounded behind him.
The person who spoke was a woman with a temperament as enchanting as a snake, and a blood-red dress covered her graceful figure.
Looking at the undulating mountains not far away, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.
"Yes, the fight between the sect and those bald donkeys is in full swing now. Why did the altar master ask us to go to this place where birds don't poop?"
Another man spoke. A scar on his face extended from the corner of his mouth to his temple. He looked very ferocious.
After the words fell, the remaining people also looked at the young man in black robe. It was obvious that he had the highest status among this group of people.
"What do you know? Our mission this time is not simple. If it is completed, our great cause of taking root in the West will be completely implemented!"
When he heard the people behind him asking, the young man in black robe didn't even look back, his tone was very cold.
"Then why are we still wearing the Sky Barrier Mirror? There is no need for us to hide our identity in a place where the three religions don't visit, right?"
"Also, why does the altar master ask us to practice the Sutra? Is it possible that our demon sect also needs to imitate those bald donkeys who forcibly recruit people into the sect?"
The charming woman spoke again, and her soft jade hands stained with countless blood donations touched her chest. A small and mysterious ancient mirror emitted a faint mist, covering her body.
Except for her, everyone present wore an ancient mirror, some hung around their necks like women, and some were tied around their waists.
Hearing this, the young man in black robe finally turned around.
His narrow eyes slightly narrowed, he looked at the people in front of him, and a hint of evil suddenly appeared in the corner of his mouth, "Wearing the Sky Barrier Mirror is the altar master's order. Once the mission fails, we must destroy our bodies and annihilate our souls! There is no clue at all. Remains!”
"And please remember, forget our identities as disciples of the Demon Cult!"
"Our mission this time is very simple."
"There is a branch of the human race in the wilderness. We want to sneak in and promote the benefits of joining the Western religion."
"The Du Hua Sutra that I asked you to practice before is also prepared for this mission!"
The young man's voice echoed in everyone's minds. He did not speak directly, but transmitted the message. This shows how important the task in his mouth is.
"Human race?"
Hearing the young man's words, the charming woman was stunned and said subconsciously: "Isn't the first prohibition saying that all disciples of the Demon Cult, no matter who they are, must never provoke the human race?"
Others were also extremely surprised at this time. Since the Demon Ancestor established the Demon Cult after the Five Saints four thousand years ago, he has created three major prohibitions. The first of them is that all living beings who join the Demon Cult, no matter who they are, Never provoke the human race!
Once you violate it, you will be suppressed by the Demon Ancestor himself and sent to the Infinite Prison, where you will be tortured for eternity!
Even those bald donkeys who are extremely fanatical about the Second Saint of the West cannot bear the horror of the Infernal Prison. No matter how violent and cruel the disciples of the Demon Sect are, they are no worse than those of the Western Sect!
Even for them, when they hear the words "Unending Hell", their souls can't help but tremble!
"Haha, so we must not expose our identities." The young man in black robe spoke again, his tone was inexplicably weird.
Hearing his words, everyone else, including the charming woman, thought of something, and their expressions began to become gloomy.
They were still guessing what this mission would be, but they were actually asked to practice the Western Teaching Sutra hundreds of years in advance.
Unexpectedly, they were actually asked to convert the human race in the end!
...
The years are silent but mighty.
It travels quietly through the vast universe, an eternal torrent, turning seas into mulberry fields and turning mountains into grasslands.
The clouds rise and fall, and the four seasons reincarnate. Even the impotent mountains that support the sky and the earth add a touch of antiquity as the stars change.
Time has turned the small town that once stood at the foot of Buzhou Mountain into a majestic city, allowing the once hundreds of thousands of Zhisheng clan to spread throughout the wilderness.
Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the totem that the Zhisheng family led the tribe to devoutly carve on the Buzhou cliff five thousand years ago, which shines with the sun and the moon and coexists with the heaven and the earth.
The shadow of the former town disappeared, and the buildings left by the Xuanming clan also disappeared. The majestic ancient city looked a little mottled in the sun.
The ancient city is adjacent to Buzhou Mountain. The sky is as clear as water, the sun sets, and a solemn atmosphere fills the air from all directions.
This is an altar, carved with various symbols, some seem to symbolize heaven and earth, and some represent stars.
At this time, these symbols were all crawling under a mysterious and ancient pattern.
The sun shines on Zhisheng, who is wearing a simple robe, washing away some of the vicissitudes of life.
Five thousand years of time seemed to have left no trace on this great leader. He was standing on the altar at the moment, with a pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world, reflecting a huge hand.
"Chief, what's wrong with you calling us here?"
Just when Zhisheng looked up at the totem belonging to their human race, a voice sounded behind him.
There were constant footsteps, and it was obvious that there was more than one person coming.
After hearing the voice, Zhisheng withdrew his gaze and turned around. Familiar faces appeared one after another.
Compared with before, these people have not changed at all, except for the breath on their bodies.
"Is everyone here?" Looking at the people in front of him, Zhisheng's tone was extremely calm.
"Except for Wangshu who is still in Linhai City, everyone is here."
A sonorous sound rang out from Dayi's mouth, and behind him stood all the innate human beings of the Zhisheng clan except Wangshu.
Hearing this, Zhisheng nodded slightly, then turned around and looked at the totem on the cliff again.
"Unknowingly, nearly five thousand years have passed, and your realm has been stuck in Mahayana for a long time."
"I asked you to come here today because there is a big thing that needs you to pass on."
"This matter is very important, related to the future of our human race."
"So...I am going to hold a sacrificial ceremony and let God make the decision!"
