"Burn it! Burn it!"
"In front of the torrent of history, even the immortals and gods will make earth for it!"
"No matter how amazing and talented you are, if you take the wrong path, you will never get back on track!"
The old man's voice came faintly, across eternity of time and space, and fell into Chu Mo's ears.
As the words fell.
The Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong dissipated, and the three-eyed general also disappeared. Blood rain fell from the sky and the earth, and the avenue resonated with it, as if it was crying for it.
boom!
Another figure emerged.
He has a male body and a female form, with feet on wind and fire. He has three heads and six arms, with a lotus body under his seat, a red silk ribbon on his body, and a tasseled spear in his hand. He stabs towards the void in the distance with an indomitable attitude.
Boundless divine light burst out, and a massive rain of blood spewed down. The lotus altar withered and dissipated in the sky. Only one spiritual bead flew out, but it lost its luster and was extremely gloomy.
Crack!
As this scene emerged, a scroll of scriptures in the old man's hand was burned.
This time, even if Chu Mo looked hard, he could only vaguely see the word 'Lotus Body'.
Two extremely terrifying beings died one after another.
Chu Mo watched from the sidelines and couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart.
Whether it was a general with three eyes or a gun-wielding figure protected by a lotus altar, Chu Mo knew it very well.
If his guess is correct, those three eyes will be that of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, also known as Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun.
As for the young man holding the gun, he is the legendary Nezha, who has three heads and six arms and a lotus body.
"Erlang Shen, Third Prince Nezha..."
"These are all existences in myths, but they all fell in the catastrophe. Even the methods they practiced were completely eradicated and branded in the world!"
Chu Mo's chest was so shaken that he could hardly restrain himself.
And just then.
There are still majestic figures in that picture who came one after another, and then fell one after another.
There is also the majestic figure with a blue face and teeth, like an evil ghost, several feet tall, with two wings of wind and thunder on its back, and holding a golden stick.
"Lei Zhenzi!"
Chu Mo recognized this person's identity at a glance.
However.
The mythical Lei Zhenzi's body exploded in just an instant and turned into blood mist.
Even the golden stick, the protective magic weapon around him, was broken.
…
One figure after another fell.
The powerful god holding the thunder hammer, the true immortal holding the pagoda, and the old man holding the fairy sword... all fell.
"Nine heavens respond to the sound of thunder and transform the Heavenly Lord!"
"King of Tota!"
"Cloud Neutron!"
"Hiroyukiko!"
"Master Taiyi!"
"Our Lady of the Golden Spirit!"
"Empress Bixiao!"
Countless famous and top beings in mythology all fell one after another in front of Chu Mo.
Whenever a true immortal god dies.
The books and jade slips in front of the old man were all swallowed up by the flames.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer books in front of the old man. Although the smell of these books became more and more terrifying as time passed, they still could not stop the tendency of being devoured by flames.
There are more and more fallen immortals and gods.
finally.
Chu Mo saw several figures.
Their bodies were extremely majestic, and each of them exuded an aura that could make the heavens tremble. Countless stars, sun and moon surrounded them, forming a rising and falling boundary sea.
With one thought, they can cause countless worlds to come and go, and with one breath, they can make the Great Dao follow them.
Time and space are like playthings in front of it.
One of them, sitting cross-legged, was a Buddha, with a compassionate face, and the prayer flags behind his back vibrated, and a Buddhist kingdom appeared in the sweep, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came, sweeping across with immeasurable compassion.
There is another person, who is in the shape of a flower, holding a branch with seven sacred flowers blooming, with a crying face, a smile that seems to be bitter.
There is also the middle-aged figure, carrying four divine swords on his back, each hanging upside down in a corner of the world, enveloped in an infinite killing aura, with enough power to shatter time and space.
However……
These people have all fallen behind.
I don’t know how long it took.
The books and jade slips in front of the old man had been burned unconsciously.
At this time, I heard the old man sighing faintly: "Times and eras change. Even if we are extremely powerful, we are just fish that jump out of the long river of time. Even if we are lucky enough to jump out, we will eventually return to the long river. "
"The immortality has declined and the myth has come to an end!"
"Our fate is already destined to be swept into the dust."
After sighing.
The old man raised his head and stared at Chu Mo. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. In the end, it just turned into a sigh.
then.
He raised his feet and walked into the flames.
As the flames curled up, they turned into crystal spots of light and then dissipated.
Only a voice came faintly——
"It turns out...we were already wrong from the beginning!"
The sound is faint and ultimately inaudible.
…
At some point, the picture in front of him gradually dimmed, and Chu Mo also looked back from that time and returned to reality.
But he still hasn't recovered from the shock.
This time.
What he saw through the time-traveling of this Taihuang picture scroll was so horrifying that it stirred up a storm in his heart.
He didn't expect that.
Those mythical beings all fell one after another.
Even the most top saints and others could not stop him and eventually followed his path.
Although he still didn't know what happened to those beings, just by looking back and seeing the scene of the flames burning books and jade slips, he knew that it was extremely tragic.
Thinking back to this, Chu Mo can't help but feel trembling.
a long time.
He calmed down and turned his gaze to the Taihuang picture scroll in his hand, his eyes couldn't help but become complicated.
He already knew what this Tai Huange scroll was about.
This thing.
He is the recorder of the end of the myth.
And that flame is the fire of civilization.
Immortal ways and myths, when they come to an end, will preserve and record everything, and express the scene of the demise of those great ways in the form of burning books and jade slips.
In other words.
This Taihuang scroll represents an extremely prosperous civilization of immortality and mythology.
"The immortality has declined and the myth has come to an end."
"Everything is just the wrong path."
Chu Mo couldn't help but murmur what the old man said.
By literal meaning.
It represents the complete end of immortality and mythology, and the reason for all this is that they have taken the wrong path.
And it's worth mentioning.
When the old man saw him, he also mentioned that he was walking on an ancient path, and he also showed a look of pity, as if he was pitying himself for living in this era and re-entering the footsteps of myths.
"He said I was on the wrong path. Is it because I also practiced those magical powers in mythology?"
Chu Mo thought secretly.
