The Holy Ruins World, the Little Underworld.
Standing on the long river of time, Chu Feng looked down at the vast universe, looking at the tributaries branching out one after another. The old time was covering it, the saints had been buried, and everything was in ruins.
"So that's how it is...that's how it is."
Chu Feng hummed, and a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes. The location and realm he was in were different, and the scenery he saw was also different.
The Little Underworld, the Great Underworld, the Great Sun, above the sky, on the otherworldly plateau... one by one, they all flickered in Chu Tianzun's eyes.
Finally, he looked at his hometown. The stars were bright, the murderous aura was strong, and the holy path was mighty, reflecting the heavens.
The heaven and earth are incomplete, and the great road is lacking. It is even more broken than the era of covering the sky, and it has almost shaken the foundation of practice.
Here, the strength of the monks is infinitely amplified, infinitely improved... and even reflected in the heavens.
Only the Immortal Emperor has great power, but he appears in the underworld.
Whether by accident or on purpose.
Who shaped the Little Underworld and created an extremely special universe.
Just like the eight realms of the lower world in the Perfect Era, the venerable is the king, the divine fire is invincible, and is arrogant. In fact, it is a prison.
Today's Little Underworld is more special and incredible than the Eight Domain Prison, and seems to be heading in an infinitely small direction.
"Interesting...very interesting."
Tianzun Chu narrowed his eyes. He was a person who was proficient in formations and fields. All the heavens and worlds were nothing more than a rune in his eyes.
If we use field Tai Chi to divide the Great Yang World and the Great Underworld, there is no doubt that the so-called Small Underworld is just a short section on the curve, or even just a point.
What is the origin of your hometown? !
"Reincarnation, the underworld, the underworld..."
Chu Feng looked at the endless past and saw one after another stalwart and supreme figures, fighting and striving, standing on the long river of time.
A funeral song resounded throughout the world, a bell exploded, and a figure of unparalleled elegance turned his back to the common people, slowly fell down and sat down for eternity.
Then, he saw Xunxun, a woman in white clothes, a figure of peerless elegance, like an emperor standing in the sky for eternity, slowly disappearing there, walking across the sky, her body stained with blood, and she was very lonely.
Finally, there is an emperor's fist that shakes the sky, shines brightly in the world, and the black and yellow mother energy flows, originating from that artifact, cutting off time and space for eternity, just like a sword back then.
Countless heroic spirits have risen and fallen. The underworld was once a cemetery and was buried by the emperor himself. There were countless corpses buried there.
Now following the road of pollen, it is reviving, returning to the underworld, and coming back from the dead, which is a miracle.
"Quasi Immortal Emperor?"
"Taozu, Tianzun."
"That's a little too much."
Chu Feng was shocked. His hometown was truly a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. On the surface, there wasn't even a human being, but secretly they were all ruthless characters in the immortal world.
"No...why is there another shore...it's the Immortal Emperor."
Chu Feng watched for a long time and suddenly caught some clues. The rich dark aura above the earth was already at the level of an Immortal Emperor. How could the Emperor who could fight with it be just a quasi-Immortal Emperor?
Or rather, what I saw was just the mists of time and space. The former quasi-immortal emperors have now turned into immortal emperors one after another.
After all, long years have passed, how can a person with amazing talents stand still.
"My mother, what kind of feng shui is this earth?"
For a moment, Chu Tianzun, who was on the other side, hesitated, and became curious about his ordinary hometown. The original universe, the eleventh most powerful planet, was extremely gorgeous, but to the Immortal Emperor on the other side, it was just a joke.
However, the traces of emperors one after another now make Chu Feng unable to stay alert and want to conduct archaeological research.
He has two goals for this trip, one is Mount Tai and the other is Mount Longhu.
I chose Mount Tai because this mountain is the oldest and may have some clues.
However, the reason for choosing Longhu Mountain is even simpler. It has the unparalleled great sect founded by Zhang Jiao and Ruoxu.
If there is anyone who knows the origin of the earth, then Zhang Ruoxu, who is both the other side and the Immortal Emperor, must be one of them.
Feng Zen is a sacrifice to heaven, and Zen is a sacrifice to earth.
The place for worshiping heaven is at the top of Mount Tai, and the place for worshiping earth is at the foot of the mountain.
Chu Feng glanced at it, and Mount Tai immediately stirred up waves. He was a Heavenly Lord, comparable to an emperor. If there were sacrifices, they would be sacrificed to him.
A trace of white mist emerged, as if a sea of stars was undulating, and as if big stars were falling one after another. Those who reflected the hundreds of stars in the sky seemed to be sensing something.
"There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king."
Chu Feng said calmly, and those who reflected the heavens with their lowered gazes all trembled and fell to the altar, either coughing up blood or kowtow.
This does not have any magical powers or any fluctuations in spells, but comes from the great road and the original body.
Secretly spying on the Heavenly Lord on the other side is such an act of committing suicide. Even if the Heavenly Lord doesn't care, the universe of the small underworld and even the universe of the great underworld will be frightened and send down divine punishment.
"who is it?!"
"There is such a terrifying existence on that abandoned planet."
"Didn't you say that the only powerful person in the past was the woman who was known as the demon?"
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The ancestors of countless stars feared, trembled, and feared.
However, Chu Feng didn't care about this at all. What he really wanted to see was the history of Mount Tai. Looking back on the past, the long river of time emerged, flowing backwards under his eyes, like a history book turning over page after page.
Finally, at a certain chaotic node, a stalwart man brought a group of people to trace back time on Mount Tai, just like Chu Feng traced back to him.
The man saw a man standing on the top of Mount Tai, the only one in the sky and on the earth. His aura was indescribable.
Mount Tai at that time was not like this. It was too majestic. Compared with it, the sun, moon and stars were very small. It hung in the universe and was not on any stars.
For a moment, Chu Feng looked at Ye Fan, Ye Fan looked at Shi Hao...and Emperor Huangtian looked at Chu Lingbao.
Separated by is not only a long river of time, but also pages of ancient history that have been buried, and civilizations that have reincarnated again and again.
"who is it?"
Chu Feng suddenly turned around, his eyes were like gods, as if he wanted to break through the fog of time and space, but in the end he found nothing.
Only a figure on Longhu Mountain looked at him with a smile, followed by a monkey.
"The Moral Heavenly Lord, the Human Emperor and Heavenly Emperor... is also the leader of Zhang."
Chu Feng took a step forward, bowed and said solemnly, "Brother Taoist, please help me clear up my doubts."
Zhang Ruoxu waved his hand and smiled calmly: "No rush, no rush, take a look at this first."
As soon as he finished speaking, three books appeared on the grass, namely "Perfect World", "Shading the Sky" and "Holy Ruins".
Chu Feng picked up the three books and flipped through them. His expression was indifferent and he just said calmly: "It's just a possibility."
He has also been to the other side and has seen endless timelines.
The book "The Lord of One Life" is just one of the infinite timelines in the multiverse of One Life.
Where does fate lead?
History is made by people.
(End of chapter)
