"He...appeared?!" Tian Ancestor was actually trembling.
The source of all their power comes from a black mist in the Sea of Reincarnation.
Back then, they sneaked into the end of the Sea of Reincarnation and buried themselves under the black mist to create the invincible ancestors of heaven. How could they not be afraid and awe of the inexplicable black mist? Would love to get all about it!
The truth is that they all died originally, and instead, the new black mist accompanied their mutated bodies.
The source of all power, the origin of the birth of the Celestial Clan, comes from the black mist and the infected Yuanqi Land.
The wind was strong, tearing the sky apart, and blood-colored waves splashed up, as if hundreds of millions of strong men had transformed into figures, but eventually they exploded and turned into waves, and pieces of the broken world were constantly being created and destroyed.
The Dead Sea is not peaceful, and the place where the Immortal Emperor sacrifices is extremely eerie and slowly blurs.
The wind and snow have stopped, and the sky and the earth are completely white. The whiteness is dazzling, as if the whole world is plain, a bit tragic, and silently paying homage to the past.
Tan Ling was like a dead man lying under the ice and snow. Although the cold air was biting, it was not as cold as the cold in his heart. He only felt ice-free and his life had lost its meaning.
He was no different from a dead corpse. He didn't want to move, think, or revive his mind. He just wanted to lie quietly on the cold frozen soil, unwilling to wake up.
Living is a kind of pain for him, with endless injuries. He cannot accept the death of those old friends, let alone the scene of the tragic death of Huang Tianyu and Yanchen. Those swords are like swords, and every time they fall, his heart They all spattered large amounts of blood, hurting his heart and soul.
Dying may be very simple, all pain can end, there will be no more sadness, no more pain that will drive you crazy, but deep in his heart, his own weakest and vaguest voice echoes, I...can't die, I haven't taken revenge yet!
It wasn't until one day when thunder shook his ears that Tan Ling regained his consciousness from the numb world. The ice and snow melted, and he was lying on a barren land lacking vitality. At the beginning of spring, Tan Ling was briefly awakened by his determination in life.
But soon, his eyes were as red as blood again, and there was a long howl, like a wild beast going crazy, like a crazy prisoner hitting the prison. His hair was disheveled, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, breathing heavily.
Morning and night, everything came to mind, and the tragic scene that suffocated him appeared again, driving him crazy and making him roar. Then, he staggered up and ran on the ground.
"I won't give in, I won't accept it!" Tan Ling was roaring, and he was running, with tears streaming down his face, as if he was crazy.
Pieces of desolate ice fields were left behind him. His back was very long, but in the end it was getting further and further away.
The land is boundless, and this is the most vast snowfield. Because the Immortal Emperor was once buried here, there are endless corpses buried under the ice and snow. Now they have become ice crystals, shining with cold light.
Tan Ling couldn't run anymore and fell on the snow. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were in tatters. He kept roaring and tears were flowing down his face.
"Why are you forcing me?"
"What did I do wrong?"
"Huang Tianyu is dead, Yanchen is dead, and I have nothing left!"
"I hate it!"
Tan Ling looked up to the sky and screamed, as if he was crazy.
In the snow, he walked forward step by step, stepping on the snow and staying with the cold and dead corpses in the wilderness.
Tan Ling suddenly stopped and sat down slowly, his tears already frozen.
It was cold in the wilderness, but he was calm.
No one has ever been to this vast wilderness, he came here alone.
He sat there quietly, murmuring: "Everyone is gone, why should I live?"
Anyone who sees this will think that he is a completely madman. He has no energy and energy, and all he has is pain and beast-like roars. His eyes are scattered and bloody. It is a pity that there is no life in this world except Tan Ling. Even Not a blade of grass can grow,
Tan Ling stumbled to his feet. There was no road in the wilderness. He walked slowly and slowly. The ice and snow melted, and his figure quickly disappeared into the distance.
Tan Ling didn't know how long he had been walking, but finally a bare black mountain peak appeared in front of him. He didn't know where it was, and he didn't want to know about it.
He walked step by step, and he didn't know how long he walked, and finally reached the top of the black mountain.
The top of the mountain was very flat and wide. He walked forward step by step and finally stopped.
Tan Ling started digging with his hands, teeth, head, and even his limbs. Soon his hands were dripping with blood.
He didn't know why he did this, but he just wanted to.
Finally a hole half a meter deep was dug, and he lay down in it, covering himself with soil.
Tan Ling closed his eyes.
As time goes by.
He didn't know if he was still alive. He no longer felt hungry, no longer felt cold, and no longer felt pain.
He seemed to have entered an eternal world of silence.
What did he do? He doesn't know it himself.
But he soon regained his composure.
I don't know how long it took, but Tan Ling opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, where there was still residual blood that had not dried. Then he looked at the tattered battle clothes on his body, which also had a shockingly bright red color.
Finally, he laughed until his voice became hoarse and tears came to his eyes.
"Am I not dead yet?" Tan Ling said with a smile. "Why didn't you die?" He murmured to himself and soon smiled. There was no reason. He just didn't want to be lonely and smiled whenever he wanted.
The coldness of the wilderness remains the same, and even grass cannot grow on the black mountain peaks, let alone life.
But one day, in this vast wilderness, a grass of life was quietly born. It was black and very inconspicuous. When it first sprouted, it was only the size of a fingernail.
Years passed by, and in the blink of an eye, I don’t know how many years have passed. This grass of life finally bloomed. The flowers were black and extremely beautiful. They stood proudly in the cold earth, facing the wind and snow.
Tan Ling was still lying in the hole he dug, unaware of the passage of time and isolated from the outside world. Until one day, the black grass of life, swaying in the wind and snow, quietly came to him.
This grass looks fragile, but it contains powerful vitality. Its roots spread around Tan Ling's body, seeming to establish some mysterious connection with him. Tan Ling's originally silent heart trembled slightly because of the arrival of this grass.
He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the black grass of life. It stood proudly in the wind and snow, and the black flowers swayed gently in the cold wind, as if telling him the tenacity and unyieldingness of life.
Tan Ling was stunned. He didn't understand why this grass appeared here, let alone why it wanted to accompany him. But at this moment, he felt the pulse of life and the meaning of existence.
He slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the grass of life. The cool touch on the grass blades refreshed his mind. He felt the vitality of life and his own existence.
"Why do you want to stay with me?" Tan Ling asked softly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.
The grass of life did not answer, just swaying gently in the wind and snow. But Tan Ling understood that this was the call of life and the resonance of life.
He stood up slowly and stared into the distance. That vast wilderness had buried countless corpses and his past. But now, he sees hope and a future.
Tan Ling knew that he could no longer sink like this. He wants to stand up again for those old friends who died.
In the final battle, everyone died. What ability does he have to change the world if he is still alive?
But he can't continue to degenerate like this, he wants to wash away all this hatred! ! !
Tan Ling didn't know how long the black grass of life had been there, but one day, the grass finally withered.
When the grass blades withered, fluttered in the cold wind, and finally fell to the ground, Tan Ling felt that his heart also fell.
He didn't know what it felt like, but at that moment, he seemed to have lost something important.
The black flowers withered in the cold wind and turned into dust. But Tan Ling knew that the fire of life was already burning in his heart.
He will not forget the scene of everyone's death, including Destiny, Prophet, Wang Feng, Zhang Yunfei, etc., who all died in battle. From now on, there will be no eternal ancestors and immortal emperors in the world. Can he alone fight against the overwhelming trend?
Even if he becomes the eternal ancestor, he will be crushed to pieces if he steps over alone.
Tan Ling's heart was filled with endless pain and anger, but he also understood that pure pain and anger could not change any facts. He needs strength and needs to become stronger before he can fight against the Celestial Clan.
Who are the dead? They were all the ceiling of each historical period, they were all the protagonists of each great world, they were all the most brilliant figures of their respective eras, but in that final battle, they all died.
Those people, those figures reflected in the sky, were a great gathering of brilliant heroes in history. They all gathered together, and all the heroes came out. But in the end, they still failed to defeat the Celestial Clan. In the end, both the Eternal Yuanzu and the Immortal Emperor Shang died in battle. The heroic spirit's wish has not been fulfilled, and the depression has chilled the blood and blocked the chest.
Tan Ling's heart was filled with endless grief, but he also understood that crying and regret could not change the past.
Tan Ling has been away for hundreds of years, walking through broken mountains and rivers, and walking through dilapidated ruins. He doesn't know which big world this is. There are thousands of miles of bare land, but there is still no human habitation or life.
He told himself in his heart that he should clear away the darkness in his soul, stop being decadent, and eventually face the bloody reality. Even if he loses in the future, he should cheer up. The whole world will be buried, and he will be the only one left. If he doesn't take revenge, who else can stand up?
He said to himself, hibernating, adjusting, adapting, I will eventually stand up and face the Celestial Clan and the terrifying Yuanqi Land!
Whatever image, honor or disgrace, he has already given up on along the way. He can leave whenever he wants and fall down whenever he wants, because there is no life here and no one will laugh at him.
"Almost all the creatures in the world and the heroes of the past have been buried. I am the only one left. How can I be allowed to become decadent? In this dilapidated ruins, even if I am the only one left, I will eventually stand up!"
His eyes became brighter and brighter, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, reflected through his eyes, and burning all over the heavens.
That was his unyielding fighting spirit, the surging light of his soul, burning brightly, becoming more dazzling and dazzling!
After more than a thousand years, Tan Ling's gray hair turned into black hair, and he seemed to be in better condition.
"Actually, I already have a direction." Tan Ling whispered. Over the years, he has roughly determined the path he wants to take.
There are no ancients before and no newcomers after. This is destined to be a lonely road. The world is so vast that you can only walk it alone.
He couldn't find anyone to talk to, because there was no one left, and he felt so lonely.
Tan Ling passed through the chaotic area and broke into a new big world. He didn't see any improvement at all. There were broken mountains everywhere. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, there were still many ruins and auras left under the soil. Withered, and there was no more life left in the world.
Tan Ling walked alone, his figure looking increasingly lonely on the broken land. However, his eyes became more determined, as if there was an invisible force supporting him.
His heart is heavy, is there no life left in him?
Tan Ling walked on the land, crossing mountains and seas, looking for traces of the past, hoping to touch the remaining avenues and rules, but he was ultimately disappointed, and still found only a few fragments of order.
Tan Ling stayed in this world for more than a thousand years, exploring the ruins and understanding his own Dharma and path.
The path of cultivation has been cut off, but the remaining people have opened up new paths. Although scientific and technological civilization is impressive, when thinking of the methods of the Heavenly Ancestor and the Celestial Clan Immortal Emperor, Tan Ling sighed lightly. This cannot change the general trend. These Technology is far inferior to that of the buried era!
One day, at the end of the starry sky, Tan Ling once again tore open the wall of the universe and left this world.
Tan Ling walked forward alone, and tens of thousands of years passed. He was a little disappointed, because the spring never returned to the earth, and there was no cultivation in the world, which became more and more cruel.
Tan Ling wanders alone in the endless starry sky. Every time he tears open the wall of the universe, he expects to see the scene of spring returning to the earth, but every time he returns disappointed. However, he did not give up because he knew that this was his only mission and the driving force for his survival.
Finally one day, after Tan Ling entered a large world with extremely high standards, he felt a different atmosphere. In this universe, there were... immortals!
This made him excited. Did he find a companion? Even if it’s an enemy! Because he hasn't seen a living being in millions of years.
Tan Ling was so excited that he immediately rushed towards the direction of the aura. As he got closer, he felt a powerful immortal energy, which made his heart beat faster and his blood boil.
He traveled through countless galaxies and across the endless void, and finally arrived at the place where the big world was. The atmosphere here made him feel familiar and strange at the same time. It was a long-lost feeling, as if he had returned to the era when he was buried.
This universe is still a lifeless place, very serious, except for a dozen true immortals, there are no other monks.
The remaining immortal-level creatures are not in very good condition. Some people have serious injuries to their origins, and some true immortals are actually old and tired.
In the end, they all died in the years. Once Tan Ling left this world, he wanted to travel around the world to repair his own world.
In the following years, Tan Ling also discovered immortals in other universes, either one or two, or three or five, which were far less numerous than the immortal creatures in the previous world. However, they all died of old age after not living long.
Time flies, time changes, and 50,000 Chaos Era have passed since the final battle.
Tan Ling walks in all walks of life and is at the highest level of immortality. He is not anxious. Even if the world is always in a broken age, he still faces it calmly, walks his own path, and repairs his own world.
He patiently tempered himself, from body to spirit, he hoped that there would be no flaws. In this field, he could truly overlook the enemies of the world, and one person could kill all the creatures of the same level in the Celestial Clan!
It was too hasty to step into the realm of the Eternal Ancestor in the past. Although Tan Ling has also walked his own path, it is not his own path after all. He is just imitating the past, so he did not take the last step. He hopes to take a different path from the past. He gave up on repairing his own world, but instead went to understand the ultimate meaning of life and death. The world, flowers, grass, and life are all subject to death and reincarnation. Compared with the life span of ants and humans, and compared with the life span of epiphyllums, humans are considered gods.
To be honest, look at the essence, and look at the appearance without appearance. Tan Ling realized that the path he wanted to take was the ultimate secret of life and death. He finally stopped dwelling on the past and began to look forward.
With great wisdom and perseverance, he cut off his own path. His mood became more peaceful, and he was no longer bound by the past, but began to move towards the future.
Tan Ling began to understand the ultimate meaning of life and death with a new attitude. He was no longer obsessed with repairing his own world, but began to explore the essence of life.
He went deep into the flowers, plants and trees to observe their growth and withering; he went deep into the animals to observe their life and death.
He began to understand that life is subject to death, whether it is a short-lived life or a long-lasting life, neither ants nor humans can escape the fate of death.
However, the meaning of life does not lie in eternal life, but in how to live out one's own value in a limited life.
Tan Ling began to see the world from a new perspective. He no longer clung to the Taoist fruits of the past, but began to cherish every moment of the present.
He began to understand life with a new attitude. He no longer indulged in the pain of the past, but began to pursue the beauty of the future.
Tan Ling's mind became more open, and his world became broader. He is no longer a lonely traveler, but an explorer with a goal.
He began to face the future with a new attitude. He was no longer afraid of the unknown world, but full of expectation and hope.
Tan Ling knows that he still has a long way to go, but he is no longer alone. Because he found his own direction and his own way.
