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Chapter 1839: The Truth of the Holy Ruins, All Worlds Become Ruins (Edited, Updated)

The strange wind was very strong, spreading from the plateau to the outside world, tearing the sky apart, splashing blood-red waves, as if billions of powerful men had appeared, but eventually exploded and turned into waves, and one broken world after another was constantly being born and destroyed.

The Sea of ​​Sacrifice was not peaceful, and the place where the Immortal Emperor sacrificed was extremely eerie and slowly blurred.

In the blood-red sacrificial sea, countless waves surged. On the magnificent altar, a vague figure suddenly appeared and disintegrated in an instant. All traces disappeared, and it was shattered from the world. It could not exist any longer, and everything returned to nothingness.

"Did you...see it?"

"He...showed up?"

At the end of the strange plateau, there was eternal silence. It was not until a long time later that the ancestor spoke, and his voice was trembling.

The creature that appeared on the altar was exactly the creature that the strange tribe had been worshipping for countless years and that the strange ancestor hoped to revive and show some trace of. He was not imagined but really existed.

The weirdness comes from the plateau, and the high principles come from this creature. If the ancestor of the weirdness wants to make further progress, he can only find a way from this creature. Therefore, in the endless years in the past, they have been constantly offering sacrifices just to see traces of this creature.

In the past years, there had been many grand ceremonies, but none of them had the same effect as this one. But even this time, he only appeared vaguely for a moment, and even the ancestors were unable to react in time and missed it.

The nine great ancestors were excited, while many Immortal Emperors and Quasi-Immortal Emperors who were enduring the baptism of primordial matter were trembling, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness.

In their view, the ancestor was already the limit of the infinite universe, the strongest in ancient, present and future time and space, with no further realm to climb. But now, after countless epochs of the great sacrifice, a vague figure suddenly appeared on the altar, revealing some terrible truth, which made the creatures at the end of the road a little scared.

"Unfortunately, the dead are dead after all."

"If the owner of the Three Generations Copper Coffin is really alive, can we still survive?"

"How can the living beings in this world know why we have to keep offering sacrifices?"

Several ancestors whispered and revealed some shocking truths. The strange tribe continued to offer sacrifices to the world, both to become stronger and to "stay alive."

Their power was not cultivated by themselves, but came from a certain living being. Is that living being really dead?
The ancestors couldn't be sure, but as they passed through the plateau, they had a feeling that if they couldn't become stronger, they would be completely destroyed sooner or later. Maybe it was related to this creature?

Maybe he is not dead, but just sick and asleep?
One day, when he wakes up, can the plateau and the strange tribe, like a parasite, survive?
Only a stronger force can fight against this possibility, so the weird ancestor keeps holding grand sacrifices just to become stronger faster and stronger.

The bloody waves of the sea sacrifice gradually subsided, and the strange baptism in the plateau continued. However, many strange ancestors could not calm down for a long time.

The source of all their power, that creature, suddenly appeared. What did this indicate?
In the past, there was a group of practitioners who drove coffins into the plateau, replaced the bronze coffins, and buried them in the evil land. From then on, the first strange ancestor came into being.

These original strange creatures, their real previous lives died on the same day, and were eroded by strange powers. Then their bodies became spiritual again and the ten ancestors emerged.

They were all dead, and in their place, new and strange spirits accompanied their already ominous bodies.

The source of the strange power and the origin of the strangeness all come from the pit where the bronze coffin is buried and the plateau.

Therefore, many ancestors were very afraid of that mysterious existence and wanted to know everything about him.

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A small sacrifice on the strange plateau turned out to be a world-destroying disaster for the heavens and all the worlds. When all the strange phenomena in the world disappeared, the universe suddenly became dark.

Holy Ruins... All Worlds Become Ruins...

The whole world has lost its luster and is dead. The dawn of the human world seems to have been swallowed up by the abyss, and it is depressing to the extreme.

After this day, Emperor Huang Tian and Emperor Ye Tian disappeared.

After this day, the years of the land of heaven were also buried.

After this day, all the cultivation in the heavens and all worlds was wiped out.

After the First War, there was no emperor on earth and no immortals in the heavens.

In the small sacrifice on the plateau, all living creatures and spirits were harvested, and the cultivators were the most targeted. Especially those strong ones who practiced the immortal path, the evolutionary path, and other paths that were once considered the mainstream cultivation paths. Most of them became sacrifices in that small sacrifice.

When the weirdness returned to the plateau, the world was finally peaceful, but also terrifyingly dead silent. The sky and the earth were covered in a vast expanse of white, so white that it was blinding, as if the whole world was in mourning, somewhat tragic, silently commemorating the past.

The wind and snow lasted for who knows how many years. The breath of life on the vast land weakened, and there might not be a single living person on the vast land.

In the midst of the ruins of all worlds, a man was lying on his back. He was not dead, because he was a fairly powerful practitioner and had not been harvested by the weirdness, but... his heart was dead.

All the worlds became ruins, all living beings were sacrificed, although he was not dead, he became a lonely widower.

Loved ones, friends and everything familiar were buried in the past and disappeared in that casual little sacrifice on the strange plateau.

After that day, Chu Feng was like a dead man, lying under the ice and snow. Although the cold was biting, it was not as cold as the cold in his heart.

He just felt lonely and his life had lost its meaning.

In the midst of the ice and snow, he was no different from a dead body. He didn't want to move, didn't want to think, didn't want to revive his mind. He just wanted to lie on the cold frozen ground, sleeping in this silent world, not wanting to wake up.

Everything he was familiar with was buried, and living was a pain and endless pain for him.

Death might be very simple. All the pain could end. There would be no more sadness and he would no longer be driven crazy by pain. However, he did not want to die like this. He was still alive and wanted revenge.

"Is this too cruel?"

Outside of all the worlds, in a world where even time and space disappeared, three figures stood alone. The scene that appeared before his eyes was Chu Feng’s current scene, and the one who had just spoken was Shi Hao.

He rose to prominence in the most difficult of times. When he was young, he experienced difficult times like the separation of his closest relatives. He could not bear to see such great sorrow in the world.

"But... there are not many options, unless he grows up quickly, or... let the ancestor discover it earlier and send it to the plateau..."

Ye Fan who was standing next to him also had a trace of pity in his eyes. During his rise, a dark turmoil had broken out. He had also fought against it and eventually pacified the source of the dark turmoil and destroyed all the forbidden areas.

However, he still remembers the scene of the extinction of all living things. "It was his luck and misfortune that he was chosen."

"But at least, we still left him hope, didn't we!"

Xu Xin also spoke. As a "time traveler", he certainly knew the direction of many things, but knowing did not mean that he could completely change them.

In other words, the strength is not enough and the timing is not right.

Although he has the ability to plot against the ancestors, plot against the plateau, and plot against the weirdness.

But in the final analysis, up to now, their hard power is not enough to directly destroy the source of the weirdness, so they can only lie dormant for the time being.

Fortunately, although it seems that the outside world has become a ruin, just before the weirdness was about to launch the great sacrifice, Xu Xin had already reflected on the years and moved away most of everything in the world, except... some people, and the person lying on the ground was one of them.

It's not that Xu Xin has to be cruel to him, but... when Xu Xin really came, Chu Feng had already been chosen and embarked on the path of cultivation, which means that there are some things that Xu Xin cannot change, and Huang, Ye, and Chu are destined to be side by side.

Xu Xin even suspected that everything he was experiencing now was an attempt by these three people to reverse time and reshape the bleak history of the past.

Although they won the final victory, everything was too tragic and history was too cruel. They wanted to reshape and change this experience.

However, all of the above are still Xu Xin's guesses. He has no one to discuss with, and it is impossible for him to reveal these things to anyone. He can only keep testing and verifying them himself.

Therefore, he had made arrangements in advance for this small sacrifice on Gao Yuan, including everything Chu Feng was experiencing now, whether true or false, like reality or fantasy.

"The world is like a wheel. Everything... can start over again."

Xu Xin, who was outside the world of time and space, suddenly spoke. Chu Feng, who was lying dead, suddenly felt thunder in his ears, and his mind suddenly came back to life from the numb world.

The ice and snow began to melt, and he lay on the muddy and lifeless land. Different colors appeared in front of his eyes, and he seemed to sense the breath of life again.

The sun descended upon the earth again, and other colors gradually began to appear in the white world. Chu Feng staggered to his feet, and his eyes reflected the brilliance of the world in the past. In a trance, he seemed to see all kinds of living beings, the red dust of the past, and one hazy old friend after another, smiling at him and waving at him from afar.

However, when he walked forward and looked hard, there was nothing there.

Under the blazing sun, all the worlds turned into ruins, with endless desolation. Lonely beasts howled as if they were crying. Graves were everywhere and broken bones could be seen everywhere on the roadside. It was so desolate and bleak.

He didn't know how many years he had been lying there. The entire era was buried there. The whole world was vast and perhaps he was the only one who still remembered the past period of time.

The sun is hanging high in the sky, but this world can never go back to the past. The sun is still the sun, illuminating the glorious world eternity ago, making the world brilliant and glorious for thousands of years. But now the sun is still the same, but the world has become a thing of the past.

All the worlds are in ruins, broken walls and ruins, everything turns to dust.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Chu Feng was slightly sober, but he couldn't help crying. He couldn't hide the pain and sorrow in his heart. He wanted to cry, but he could only let out a hoarse growl.

The bright sun shines through the past and present, the remaining snow casts a hazy shadow, but the world under the sun is not warm at all, the biting cold cannot cover up the eternal sadness.

How many heroes have become a thing of the past, how many brilliant achievements have been buried in ruins, the long sky of history, the glorious scroll, have all been burned to ashes.

Looking at the whole world, only one person is left, alone with the ruins.

Chu Feng stood up with difficulty and walked alone dejectedly. The road ahead was dark and he could not find any companions. His heart was filled with endless melancholy and desolation. He was lonely like never before and felt the eternal solitude.

Broken mountains and rivers, dilapidated ruins, I don’t know which world this is, thousands of miles of barren land, and no one is seen.

Many of the universes outside the world were broken into pieces, and in the end, they were all squeezed into a ruined world. This is the Holy Ruins, the ruins of the worlds...

The great world was buried, but all living things were not extinct. Did they leave a small part of the seeds behind? Or did they sow new seeds?
In the ruins, there are already villages, towns and cities, and all living things are struggling to survive. Although some of the spirits have been extinct, there are still some... alive...

All living things are alive again, but during this period of time, they have lost hope.

The small sacrifice on the strange plateau is not only a sacrifice of all living beings and spirits, but also a burial of history and a severance of all paths for spiritual practice.

In the past, the path to immortality such as "using the body as a seed" was cut off, so strong men such as Emperor Huang Tian found the half-broken pollen evolution path, continued the practice methods of the heavens and myriad worlds, and the evolutionary path became the mainstream.

But now, even the path of evolution has been completely cut off, destroying everyone's prospects.

This age of absolute spirituality is a “ruin age” that is even more terrifying than the Dharma Ending Age.

All roads are blocked. After a great war in the past, the Dao collapsed and the order was torn apart. The weird ancestor and the Immortal Emperor slashed out a sword of destiny, severed fate, and buried the Immortal King. The remaining traces are still rippling, and even after many eras, there will probably be an impact.

What is even more terrifying is that, over the course of time, and over the years, silently, the legends of the heroes of the past have become dim and blurred, and finally... erased.

The history of the past has been erased, and the newly born spirits do not remember their predecessors, such as Emperor Huang Tian, ​​Emperor Ye Tian, ​​Heaven, mythology... even some names and nouns have been forgotten by the newly born young people, or it can be said that they cannot be remembered at all. Even if they have just learned some names and deeds, they will forget them as soon as they turn around.

And, this is just the beginning.

As time goes by, the years continue to move forward. Even those who have witnessed the catastrophe like Chu Feng are "forgetting" and feel a little unfamiliar with the glorious old figures of the past.

The strange plateau, the terrible doomsday land, the terrifying ancestor, and the ruthless heavenly sword.

They buried the worlds, destroying not only the mountains and rivers, but also the splendor in people's hearts. They were all buried in the past, erasing the tragic scenes of the past and erasing the last traces of those heroic deeds.

It is not scary that all the worlds have become ruins, but the true truth of the holy ruins is forgetting... When all the ruins become history and turn into dust, and even time cannot be traced back, then the past history will be truly and completely cut off, and the weirdness will win once again.

In the more ancient past, before the Queen of Pollen Road, there might have been strong men at the "Ji Dao" level who rose up, but he or they all failed in the end, and everything was buried mysteriously.

Now, Weird Plateau is once again carrying out such a plan, determined to erase the history of threats such as Huang, Ye, Huafen, Xu Xin, and turn all the worlds into ruins.

(End of this chapter)