When this palm reaches out, it covers the sky. The strong wind was also torn apart during this exploration. If this palm were to suppress it, the whole world would collapse and be destroyed.
But unexpectedly, the scene of destruction did not appear.
The three of them saw that palm falling straight to the ground from a million feet high, creating a turbulent momentum. When it landed on the ground, the momentum began to weaken.
The giant palm covered the earth, but it did not destroy the sculpture, but penetrated the earth.
The ground did not crack, but after a while, the loud noise started again.
That sculpture was uprooted from the ground. But there was no shaking, not even a stone was broken.
The giant held the stone statue in his palm and slowly rose up into the sky, finally reaching eye level.
A pair of eyes as huge as stars were shining, but there was a trace of sadness hidden deep in them.
This sadness gradually deepened as the palms continued to lift.
The giant murmured, as if talking to himself or to someone. When the giant palm is placed on the top of the head, when the sculpture completely covers the huge body, the murmuring stops in an instant.
His eyes instantly turned gray, and the light in his pupils quickly disappeared at this moment.
There was another boom. This time, it was a huge tremor in the giant's body, and a complete crack in the body.
A large amount of blood gushes out from countless cracks.
This is more turbulent than the tide when the dam on the river collapses!
This blood flows up and down from the body.
At this moment, the whole world was plunged into a rolling red mist, with blood flowing everywhere and blood rushing everywhere.
At the end, the blood flowed around the outstretched arm, continuously flowing into the palm and into the statue.
As the sea of blood continued to pour into the statue, the light became more intense. The blood color on the giant's body was also fading rapidly.
The gray color rose, and the flesh and blood instantly condensed into stone. From the thighs, to the waist, to the head.
This million-foot road to the sky has no life left at all. Looking up, everything is dim except for the light.
This light has lasted until now. This big mountain has been standing till now.
Darkness and light appear at the same time. It continues together again.
The wind blows and the rain blows, and the four seasons rotate. Page after page has been turned, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, still turning.
You can tell how much autumn there is by counting the pages, but with this continuous flipping, no one knows how much.
How many summers and autumns is this? How many winters and springs have passed? Everyone can no longer follow and know. They only know that it has been a long, long time.
This may last for tens of millions of years. This time, perhaps even hundreds of millions of spring and autumn years.
As soon as the picture comes, the mountain is still a mountain. It was the mountain that the giant had transformed into, a mountain range without any life at all.
That light, after experiencing countless winds and rains, did not dim at all, but became even more blazing.
In all directions, fireworks were burning for a moment, then gradually subsided.
The fireworks ignited for no apparent reason, and the thin blood-red strands burned out in the fireworks, leaving only silver threads waving.
Everyone heard that the decay was no longer as rich as before.
The pupils of the man named Zhao narrowed sharply, and finally soared into the sky with a soft drink.
Immediately afterwards, the old men left one after another.
They came to a higher altitude so that they could look down on the earth from a high place.
When he lowered his head, he could see everything in this world.
It's just their gaze, just below.
Their spiritual consciousness is far beyond the distance of one million, not to mention that from the high altitude, everything is clear to the eyes.
With this bow, both of them took a breath.
In that picture, they saw that the giant was kneeling on one knee and falling to the ground.
Is this really a lack of strength?
From the looks of this scene, this is a form of kneeling down to worship the superior.
In that scene, the giant murmured, was he really talking to himself? Instead of telling others? Open your mouth to this male sculpture?
"Master..." The man named Zhao took a deep breath again.
In the picture, although the giant was severely wounded, the air was stained with blood. But every move makes heaven and earth become empty.
This power is not superior to that of the Lord of a Continent, nor is it superior to the ten generals under the Lord of the Netherworld, but far beyond.
This is just a reflection of the picture, this is an old thing from the past. This general trend has come to this world across the long river of history.
To be precise, this is because the aura of this ancient god in this world has not completely dissipated. At the previous moment, it returned again and condensed the most powerful aura.
This breath is not the peak breath of this ancient god during his lifetime, because it will eventually dissipate in these countless years.
It shows that the power of this ancient god is far beyond what is seen at this moment.
Standing tall against the sky and the earth, this is truly breaking through the sky. Although it only showed a million feet, they knew that this was not the true extreme of this giant, but a body shrunk several times.
If it were his true form, he might be able to break through the galaxy.
This giant is so powerful that it has never been seen before. Since I have never seen the Lord of the Netherworld with my own eyes, this is the strongest person I have ever encountered. All ghosts, gods, and realms of destruction will bleed to death under this palm.
But why would such a powerful existence suffer such heavy losses?
What they saw was that the giant was dying. Even if the blood from his body was not poured into the statue of the man, he would die soon.
On the verge of death, the essence and blood all over the body must be integrated into that body. Why is this?
Why did this powerful being kneel down and worship that statue? The outstretched hand seemed to be catching hope.
But this hope did not appear in the end. In the end, the giant could only die in silence.
They didn't know, and neither did Chu Cheng. They were confused, and Chu Cheng was even more confused.
The pages of that historical chapter are far more than a hundred pages.
It took at least tens of millions of years for this giant to sit here and turn into stone.
That decay, that vicissitudes of life. Never cheat on them. This is the witness of time and the precipitation of history.
It's just that it's only been a hundred years since Chu Cheng left the land of divine heritage.
A hundred years ago, there was no statue of him here, nor was this giant petrified into a mountain.
That sculpture is indeed himself. The white tiger beneath him would not admit his mistake even if it turned into ashes.
This is the Great White Tiger, Great White.
The head full of black hair represents the former vitality, which is in sharp contrast with the current Chu Cheng.
That is the past, a past that can never be returned to.
"past......."
Suddenly, Chu Cheng's pupils shrank.
A guess emerged in his heart, and an idea emerged in his mind.
This idea was wiped away by Chu Cheng as soon as it arose. This was too crazy and could not come true.
"What is hidden in that sculpture that belongs to me? Why did this ancient god pour all his blood into it?" Chu Cheng murmured in his thoughts.
But in the next moment, Chu Cheng's expression changed again.
As the light grew brighter, it was finally revealed thousands of miles away.
There was once a spring breeze that brought light to the rivers and springs everywhere, and the green mountains were illuminated by the bright moon.
Flowing water surrounds the paddy fields, and green bamboos are planted everywhere. As the sun rises, a man is lying on a bamboo chair holding a book in his hand.
His shadow stretched on the stream behind him, and a sudden east wind made his graceful figure dance.
Shadows dance, bamboo leaves accompany music. It's east wind again.
The sound of footsteps was gentle, and there was a chuckle.
"Sir, I have something that I don't understand."
Before the man could speak, the whispers followed the laughter.
This was a murmur that did not fall to heaven and earth, but only to his ears.
The man just smiled and remained silent. Because he doesn't know how to find the solution.
Thousands of miles away, there is a spring breeze. However, this spring scene is disturbing.
Spring breeze, east wind. It is no longer the same wind as before. What you see is what you see. It's not what I saw back then.
Now, he can no longer see those people.
