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Chapter 1368 The Source of the Great Disaster in the Upper Realm

"Yue, don't you know it yourself?"

"Then let it be, anything is fine."

Jiang Ding nodded.

The Moon Spirit of the Dayi Tianchi is essentially an icy array spirit logic, but now it is so lively that it is even about to develop self-awareness and become a life.

This is not without reason.

These come from the indulgence of successive generations of Great Sun Sword Masters and Great Sun Sword Masters, because Yue accompanied them through their entire adolescence and they have special feelings for her.

The same is true for this generation of Da Ri Jian Zi.

It may even be more serious.

Because in his consciousness, his adolescence has never ended, and the socialization and warmth unique to the immortal monks have further exacerbated this tendency.

He and Xiyuan and other successive Great Sun Sword Masters share the same view on this issue: I can suppress the world alone, without clearing the Moon's spiritual intelligence to do so, and without sacrificing anything.

The ten True Lords of the Immortal Sect and their clones were immersed in comprehending the immortal arts.

Yes, the Body Refining Master Hua Lingling is also here. For immortal monks, doing scientific research is instinctive. No matter if they are humans or pandas, they are trained year after year. This is a professional skill.

In the distant past, Hua Lingling's enlightenment teachers were people of Yuan's generation.

Suddenly, a picture of black gas appeared on the computer screen on Wanji Zhenzun's mechanical neck, and the monitoring array beeped an alarm, indicating that his soul was in great disorder.

Keng!
Jiang Ding immediately drew his sword.

The Materialistic Sun Sword Soul simulated the Great Sun Destruction Sword Soul, and the fluctuations were transmitted to the ears of the Wanji Zhenzun, who said, "Senior Wanji, wake up!"

"Xi..."

Wanji Zhenzun shuddered and woke up instantly. He looked forward with horror on his face and instinctively burned his blood and essence.

"You're courting death, you little brat!"

Master Wanji was furious and hit the young man in blue on the head, shattering the space.

"Ha ha……"

Jiang Ding smiled awkwardly.

He did this subconsciously because he felt that this would be the best way to wake up Wanji Zhenzun without harming him.

However, it seems that the effect is too good.

"Don't blame me, senior!"

"I won't dare to do it next time."

Jiang Ding apologized repeatedly.

It seemed that Master Wanji was still furious. He slapped him on the head three more times and went to heal his wounds angrily.

Burning blood and essence is no joke, and coupled with the damage to his soul caused by comprehending immortal arts, he was seriously injured.

Jiang Ding became much more obedient after that and changed to a less effective but gentler awakening method.

Over the next few decades, one immortal master after another awakened. The last to awaken was Yuan. He did not need anyone to wake him up. He woke up spontaneously and ran to the central array spirit computer to monitor it over and over again, uploading his own insights to prevent the inspiration from being fleeting and forgotten.

This kind of thing is very likely to happen in immortal arts, and the spiritual memory of the cultivator is not reliable in the face of a stronger essence.

Many immortal sects' Divine Transformation cultivators did not come. This was because the threshold for safely comprehending the fragments of immortal arts could only be reached by cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm, even with the layers of prohibitions imposed by the central array spirit computer.

"Da Ri, thank you for your hard work."

"According to the order, I will be responsible for the care next."

After completing the self-inspection, he began to take over.

"Then I'll leave it to Senior Yuan."

Jiang Ding sat down as he was told.

He no longer suppressed the thoughts that were gushing out of his mind like a spring. His mind and spirit were completely relaxed, and he immersed himself in the contemplation of the fragments of the immortal arts.

In the haze, I didn’t realize how time passed.

It seemed like many years had passed, yet it seemed like just a moment.

In the endless river of time, Jiang Ding saw that vague figure again.

He stood on the avenue of rules, in the endless galaxy, and slapped out with one palm. His palm contained gold, wood, water, fire, earth, time, space, cause and effect.

The whole world fell into silence. Everything in the universe, rules, time, space, the flow of the galaxy, the breath of life, the spread of light, the existence of cause and effect... everything, was frozen.

Then, the entire world shrank towards the center, changing from a three-dimensional object to a thin layer of picture, whose thickness approached zero infinitely.

A gust of wind blew, and cracks appeared on the picture, slowly breaking into pieces.

Everything in this world, universe and galaxy disappeared, including several small worlds and many stars in the universe.

Even in the memory of the world and all living beings, it has disappeared.

These small worlds, the stars in the universe, and the monks who were born in the small worlds have forgotten everything, even if their parents, wives and children are in those disappeared small worlds.

In the following period, many monks who lost their loved ones were inexplicably sad and grief-stricken, but they did not know the reason or why they were sad.

All the causes and effects, and memories, no longer exist.

This is the Immortal Art: Suppressing the Sky!

Jiang Ding was shocked beyond words and terrified.

The first time he comprehended the immortal arts was in Beiyuan, near the Xuling Immortal City. At that time, he was still in the Jindan stage, the middle Jindan stage, and he had seen similar scenes at that time.

Today, his strength is countless times stronger than his own five thousand years ago. He thought he would have some room to be calm, but he did not expect to fall into an even more horrified state.

He saw a huge amount of information, hundreds of thousands times larger, pouring into his mind and rapidly distorting his cognition.

In a trance, he seemed to have transformed into a twisted giant beast called "Zhenkong", with a thousand hands and feet, twisting everything, suppressing the five elements, cutting off yin and yang, blocking time...

"wake up!"

Far and low drink.

His expression was serious, and his voice was like a sharp sword that pierced into the soul of the Great Sun Lord. This was not a simple shout, but more like a direct attack on the soul, intended to activate the survival instinct of the sword cultivator's sword soul.

The blue-clothed young man's crazy expression froze.

"puff!"

Jiang Ding vomited blood and fell down as if his body collapsed, with blood staining his clothes red.

The only thing that made people feel at ease was that his eyes regained their brightness, the sword spirit began to take over his body, clearing away all the chaos in his body, and his magic power and spiritual consciousness began to restore order.

He began to improve and did not completely fall.

Yuan checked Jiang Ding and found that he had no serious injuries. He felt relieved and asked, "Have you understood anything?"

Maybe it was because of his natal flying sword, Lord Sun's resistance to magic was the highest among those present, which was why he was asked to be the first to take up duty.

Now he has suffered the most serious injury.

Yuan guessed that this might be because he had comprehended too deeply, saw more of the essence of the immortal arts, and was contaminated, changed, and impacted by the chaotic and unknown knowledge.

"Senior, there is no key knowledge, just a secret."

"The secret about the emergence of immortal arts."

Jiang Ding healed his wounds silently, took a breath, and then said weakly.

What is the reason for the emergence of magic?
The Lianxu Zhenzuns around were shocked.

The surroundings were hazy and spiritual energy was fluctuating. This was the spiritual consciousness from the Great Sun Lord, projecting a hazy picture.

The picture was blurry, as if separated by an extremely long distance, an extremely long time, and... an extremely long dimension, so that the low-level cultivators could not see anything clearly and could only see two blurry figures.

The two figures were so blurry that it was impossible to tell whether they were human-shaped or not. One could only instinctively feel words like "majestic", "immortal", "time", and "longevity".

These two indescribable beings are whispering.

Perhaps their conversation consisted of only a few words, but to creatures at a lower level, countless years had passed.

The secrets of the endless great way flowed in them, and the fate of countless creatures in countless worlds of the universe was revealed between their words. In the following hundreds of thousands of years, the general fate of all creatures in the universe had been manifested, as clear as the lines on the palm and like common sense.

All Jiang Ding could hear were a few words.

"……hatred……"

"...Sea of ​​blood...my own selfishness..."

"... Daojun and Immortal King have all fallen... The great catastrophe is bound to come... Now I will suppress the sky, preach the truth in the starry sky, and use my tiny strength to make up for the heavens..."

The conversation between the two impossible-to-name creatures ended here.

It's not that they only said these, but these are the only things that can be understood by low-level creatures. Low-level creatures do not have the soul structure to understand high-level creatures and cannot withstand that kind of information.

(End of this chapter)