Once upon a time, thirteen people walked out of a dilapidated world.
These thirteen people created the ultimate glory in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. However, very few people in this broken world know about it. All I know is that the boundless Shenhuangtian is the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! The most brilliant!
This is an extremely powerful force, this force is enough to shake any force in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, including the most powerful one today, the Cangwu Nether Sky.
This power is like a sharp sword that can split any hard object in the world. There is nothing in this world that can stop it. Destined to be invincible, destined to be famous forever.
In fact, this sword is indeed famous forever. Even if this sword is completely dull and reduced to scrap metal. There are still people who remember that brilliance. Some people even asserted that if the former glory was still there, the Lord of the Netherworld would not easily raise his troops to attack!
Back then, those thirteen people were so brilliant. Behind them, there were hundreds of powerful men in the Xuan Realm, including dozens of powerful masters in the Destruction Realm! This power can be said to be unrivaled in the world.
However, this invincible force lost its trace overnight. This invincible sword was broken overnight. No one knew why this invincible force disappeared overnight. I don’t know why the sword was suddenly broken.
In this world, only the middle-aged scribe and Youyi, who is leading the Netherworld army to cause trouble in the other eight vast lands, know about it.
It was a past that they did not want to recall, a nightmare that made people tremble with fear when recalling it, and made even the most powerful people like them break into cold sweats.
However, I don’t want to think about it, and I can’t live up to my wish. I am doomed to be immersed in the pain of eternal life. I can only anesthetize myself through addiction to alcohol and depression.
The middle-aged scribe had tears in his eyes. Even in the snow and extreme sub-zero cold, his body was constantly trembling and warmth continued to rise from the depths of his heart. This heart that has been dusty for a long time and has been numb for a long time finally shows signs of warming up.
He was laughing, laughing crazily, as if he was in a miasma. His heart was trembling with joy. He was crying, crying loudly, but he was crying with joy!
Two streaks of hot tears burst out of his eyes, wetting his clothes. It became the only heat in this ice and snow.
This is a supreme power, who was once the strongest person in the most glorious times. However, such a powerful person is like a mortal, like a child, crying uncontrollably.
Why exactly? Why did this extremely powerful man suddenly act like this?
He felt a subtle breath, and it was this breath that made him laugh and cry uncontrollably.
Once upon a time, thirteen people walked out of a world. These thirteen people were powerful, but they were all empty. These thirteen people created an invincible myth and an undefeated legend.
But few people know that these thirteen people were not in the Supreme Sky Realm from the beginning. Few people know that they did not ascend to Shenhuangtian at the beginning!
At the beginning, they fought in Cangyun.
At that time, the thirty-six lords of the world, and even the lords of the upper earth, were all of their group.
But how could they be so proud as to be the master of the same place? In the vastness, who is in charge of the ups and downs? They are in control!
So, they walked out of the Haotu and set foot on the vast land of Cangyuntian. They fought everywhere, became famous in all directions, and were feared by all the forces.
In that era, the monks who came out of Mochen were all protected by that group of people. Once upon a time, there was a monk who had just stepped out of the human world and stepped into a world. He encountered a powerful force in the realm of destruction that took action across a vast distance of time and space. If there was not a powerful person among that group of people who took action, that monk would have been buried there. In a calamity.
Then, Mo Chen became angry. There was a peerless genius who single-handedly broke into the sect where the great master of the realm of annihilation was. After three days and three nights, the sect was bleeding like a river. Even the great master of the realm of annihilation was killed alive. Even after many years, he could not Rebirth!
That battle completely shocked the heavens and the earth. It even alarmed an ancient existence, and after derivation, a shocking secret was obtained.
In the very distant past, there was once a person who was so hard that no one in the world dared to respect him. Even if it was taboo, he had to bow his head.
That's where the origin comes from. This world has not yet begun, and all signs that are qualified to compete for destiny will be strangled in the cradle. So, that ancient existence took action against those group of Mo Chen Xiu.
Facing the ancient existence, even though the group of Mo Chenxiu were monsters, they knew they were no rivals and wanted to escape from the vastness of Cangyun. But the time is too short, and someone must stop that ancient existence for a moment.
It was still the peerless genius who blocked the ancient existence alone, delaying time for the group of people to escape.
That battle was extremely terrifying. Even let a whole world disappear completely. It's a pity that even if the genius is more powerful than the monster, he is no match for that ancient existence that has survived for countless years. That battle made that peerless genius know that there was another realm in this world, far above the realm of destruction.
It's a pity that the peerless genius didn't have the chance to realize that supreme realm, and eventually died in that battle.
A generation of genius died in this battle. And that group of people escaped to Shen Huangtian, and even embarked on the road to the emperor's arrival!
A peerless genius, if given enough time. I am afraid that I can completely reach a higher realm and be no weaker than that ancient existence.
"In that battle, everyone in the outside world rumored that he died in the battle." The middle-aged scribe suddenly smiled contemptuously and said to himself.
"In that battle, everyone thought he died. Little did they know... that in that battle, he still had a backup plan. Why did thirteen of us and the rest of us set foot in Wushangkong? It's all because he passed it on to me and the rest. Enlightenment." The middle-aged scribe slowly closed his eyes and recalled the past.
At that time, he had just walked out of the human world, and he was suppressed from a distance by the great power of the realm of destruction. If it hadn't been for that person's action, there would be no Guanyuanyu today!
That battle was extremely dangerous, and the man almost died. It can be said that all this started because of the middle-aged scribe. In his life, the person he respected and was most grateful for was that person.
"In that battle, he entered the Sky Realm. He was also the first to discover the road to the Emperor's arrival, and he entered that desperate situation alone. In the end, the only thing that escaped was a ray of spiritual thought, and he finally found me. That divine thought Before disappearing, he informed me of the Emperor's Road, and repeatedly told me that I must wait for at least thirteen people to enter the Sky Realm before I can enter the Emperor's Road and seek great fortune."
"From the beginning to the end, I have always listened to his words. I have also obtained the good fortune. But in the end, I waited for this brilliance to be broken by others." The middle-aged scribe murmured to himself with tears glistening on his face.
"I often think that if you had not been careless and had waited for me to enter the sky and then entered the desperate place together, then you would never have died. If you had not died back then, would we have been defeated in that battle? thorough?"
At this moment, he is watching. His eyes were always searching for something.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a figure, with his back to everyone, waving his sleeves forward, pushing across all the heavens and worlds, and no one could resist it.
He seemed to have seen that the invincible figure from back then had returned and would once again lead them to the ultimate glory.
The middle-aged scribe smiled, like a spring breeze bathing his head, murmuring softly in this silent land of snow.
"Look, our brother is back..."
