The heavens began from a small hell

Lin Yang's attention drifted through time, occasionally glancing at his past, sometimes at the little girl who often cried in the past, and sometimes at Shi Hao and Ye Fan.

Everyone changes over time, but some people can maintain their original intentions and steadfastly persist in certain things for hundreds of billions or trillions of years.

But in the endless years, as long as one is alive, as long as one's heart is touched by the growth of experience, one will gradually become a different person, so unfamiliar that one will not even recognize one's original self.

It was precisely because of this change that some people chose to lie low when facing the Strange Clan, even though, based on the intelligence available at the time, the Strange Clan's strength was insufficient to allow them to remain hidden from the world for eternity.

The so-called immortality of the progenitors has been proven to be merely due to insufficient killing. The resurrection of the progenitors also has its limits, not in terms of the number of times they can be resurrected, but in that they cannot be resurrected again if killed by an attack that penetrates to a certain level.

This was something that should have been discovered long ago, but due to a different mindset, perhaps due to fear, the former fearlessness was lost, and it was not until the bloody battles of many years later that this was discovered.

Throughout the infinitely long years and countless futures, Lin Yang's attention remained focused on a period of time that was infinitely smaller than one-infinite fraction—the period from the birth of the Corpse Immortal Emperor to the Sacred Ruins Era.

For the vast majority of evolved beings, these were long and bewildering years.

After some time had passed, Lin Yang reflected on his own experiences.

He could understand his past joys and sorrows, even though they seemed immature and childish at the time, but he was not at the point of wondering why he had such strong emotions back then.

However, understanding and empathy are two different things. Things that you have experienced, are experiencing, and will always experience can no longer touch your heart.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yang appeared in the Kunlun Mountains.

Suddenly, bubbles resembling crystal balls appeared before him, their background colors bizarre and fantastical, displaying a magnificent and prosperous world, revealing the most ancient plateau, the blood-red sacrificial sea, and the heavens above all other realms.

This bubble contains everything that exists in the Sacred Ruins world. Lin Yang only needs to poke it lightly, and everything outside will instantly turn into nothingness.

A single world giving birth to beings capable of easily annihilating the world it inhabits... This illogical thing is one of the underlying worldviews of the Sacred Ruins world.

Otherwise, no matter how talented or fortunate one is, one cannot reach a similar level.

The bubbles of the Sacred Ruins floated quietly in front of Lin Yang, and all the scenery gradually merged into one, turning into an infinitely small point, and then blue sky and white clouds appeared again.

It is the Second Heaven Realm that appears in the infinitely distant future.

Time has no meaning for Lin Yang, so there is no difference between the future, the present, and the past. As long as he wants it, the Sacred Ruins World will begin to rise infinitely countless years ago.

Upon his return, he discovered another thing: the Sacred Ruins world not only has no end to time, but also no origin of time.

The strong trace the river of time back to its source, and what they see is the moment when the world was just born and the concept of 'time' first appeared.

There was nothing further ahead, but the fact is that the bronze coffin owner lived in an even earlier era.

This cycle repeats endlessly, so the timeline of the Sacred Ruins world has no beginning or source.

The true situation cannot be fully described. To put it in the most common sense, the past of this world, like the future, is constantly changing, and there is no fixed past at all.

The ever-changing past and countless futures echo each other, together forming what all living beings in the long river of time perceive as the present.

If Lin Yang had not achieved Dao Fruit in another world and his realm had not changed much upon returning to the Sacred Ruins world, even if he had achieved the Dao of Sacrifice, he would have found it difficult to understand the true nature of the world in a short period of time.

The moment the Second Heaven appeared, the Sacred Ruins world was elevated, and then came countless more elevations.

The most perceptive of this were naturally Shi Hao and Ye Fan, who had transformed into seeds and were waiting for their opportunity in the stone jar.

“Something has changed deep within the land of Evil; the world is different now.”

"Now that all these worlds are prosperous, are they about to start reaping the benefits of humanity again?" "I'll go and see for myself."

After a brief exchange, silence fell over the stone jar.

The two beings' outward forms are avatars, possessing all their power. Although this would severely weaken their true forms, it is better for the avatars to perish than for their true forms to perish.

The one who should investigate is naturally Huang, whose information has already been known to the strange race, so he will not suffer any loss because of it.

Ye will continue to lie dormant, quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Although Ye's strength was close to that of the progenitors in the previous era, the progenitors did not know Ye's true combat power, in order to give them a big surprise one day.

As for why they didn't directly attack the plateau...

Ye wasn't entirely confident either.

He dared to confront the Supreme Being of the Forbidden Zone even before he became an Emperor, but after countless ages, this life is not the same as it was back then.

The strange clan's ancestors, whether three, five, or six, exerted pressure on him and Huang far exceeding any previous encounters.

Although they could abandon their avatars to try and permanently kill a progenitor, and then create avatars again after their true body recovers, thus creating a cycle...

But for some reason, Ara and Ye never thought about these things. It was as if there was a force in the dark that concealed all the possibilities related to this, leaving them with no choice but to wait for the right opportunity.

……

Beyond all worlds, on the edge of the oldest plateau.

Huang, covered in blood, stood silently in the void, his indifferent eyes, tinged with weariness, gazing into the depths of the plateau.

Colorful mist filled the sky above the plateau, composed of various strange substances. It was these that blocked Huang's view; otherwise, he would have already seen the scene deep within the plateau.

Furthermore, since the progenitor also emerged from the depths of the plateau, Huang knew that the most crucial secret of a strange race must lie at the unknown end of the plateau.

Something is amiss today.

The colorful mist that usually permeated the area flowed abnormally into the depths of the plateau. Huang did not attempt to set foot on the plateau, but the undisguised gaze from the shadows clearly came from some ancestor.

Rather than reignite another bloody battle, let's see what happens next.

Throughout the ages, he had long been accustomed to waiting.

It's easy to see from Huang's reaction that he didn't see the golden light of salvation that had previously enveloped the plateau.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the scenery deep in the plateau gradually became clearer in Huang's eyes. He felt a slight tremor in his heart and had a fleeting illusion of returning to the past.

then……

He defeated the Corpse Immortal Emperor and saw the hole that had been blocked by the Corpse Immortal Emperor for countless years. From there, he arrived at the supreme place where reincarnation was impossible to reverse—the Heavenly Realm.

Now, he actually saw a similar cave entrance deep in the plateau. Outside the cave entrance, various colored liquids seemed to be dripping down. Each drop of liquid had an inexplicable heaviness, making Huang Xin feel suffocated.

(End of this chapter)