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Chapter 1840: The Echoes of Time, the Great Reincarnation (Updated, Modified)

This is an ancient crack, a forgotten world. The crack is very wide, connecting a world from who knows how many years ago.

The air was filled with death, and the world behind the crack was desolate and silent. This place had long been destroyed, with broken stars one after another.

The vast and boundless heaven and earth seem like the ruins of another universe. Countless worlds are buried here. Death is the eternal theme, and the dark land is endless.

This is the real holy ruins, the ruins of things that have been buried and sacrificed for countless years in the past. The Sea of ​​Sacrifice has sunk countless civilizations for endless years, and this is the final resting place of those ruins.

Outside of time and space, history has been buried and forgotten. If the sacrificial path had not transcended time and space, it would have been impossible for it to descend from the corner of time and space to the ruins of the disappeared years.

Xu Xin traveled alone through the true holy ruins filled with death, witnessed countless relics of civilization and corpses of strong men, and thought about how to fight against the strange plateau.

A crack forgotten by time, a scar that lies across the long river of years.

Xu Xin stood at the edge of the crack, the black soil under his feet exuding a rotten smell.

He looked down and saw a seemingly ordinary speck of dust shattering at his fingertips, unexpectedly bursting into the illusion of thousands of stars, which was the last echo of a universe.

"Is this the place..."

Xu Xin whispered to himself, and his voice created ripples in the dead silence of time and space.

In this forbidden land forgotten by history, there are secrets that are older than you can imagine.

He took a step forward, and with every step he took, fine lines spread across the surface, as if awakening dormant memories.

Xu Xin walked for a long time before he stopped. The scene in front of him made his pupils shrink slightly.

A scene from the past appeared before my eyes, in which there were several familiar coffins, bronze coffins, or rather, the owners of the bronze coffins. This was also the key reason why the scene was preserved.

The copper coffin in the picture was suspended in mid-air, with dark red rust all over its surface. The most frightening thing was the space around the coffin, where there was some kind of indescribable distortion, as if even time and space itself was kneeling down to the coffin.

"Too old."

Xu Xin's right hand pressed the screen, as if he was touching the bronze coffin of the past across endless time and space, immediately causing ripples in time and space.

The bronze coffin has existed for longer than the oldest records in heaven. The coffin lid is only slightly tilted, revealing an inky black gap, which exudes an aura that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Xu Xin saw that his right hand suddenly became as old as a dead tree, and then recovered to its original state in an instant. This was a sign of disorder in the law of time.

He stared at the coffin, where countless darkness was oozing out. It was not darkness, but something like a "disease", or a virus.

In the end, Xu Xin did not continue to disturb this piece of time and space, but continued to move forward, towards the years forgotten by the world.

As Xu Xin went deeper, he saw more, pitch-black blood, gray fog, and wind mixed with red hair. Those were countless buried years and civilizations, and those were the last traces of the years in the heavens.

Xu Xin continued walking and saw many shocking scenes. This vast underworld had no end, and the corpses buried among the countless stars were countless. No one knew how old the oldest ones were.

He traveled all the way, stepping through the endless black doomsday land. All he saw was destruction, seas of blood, yellow springs everywhere, and countless corpses.

Of course, in most cases, not even corpses were left, only some traces. For example, Xu Xin once walked through a bloody plain. The ground there was blood red, and every speck of dust seemed to be a drop of blood, glowing with an eerie luster under the dim light.

When Xu Xin walked across this land, countless shrill roars exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness. From the drops of blood represented by the tiny particles of dust, there were even fluctuations that made Xu Xin feel palpitations.

Those who can leave traces and even corpses and blood in the ruins of time are naturally not ordinary creatures. They are at least true immortals who are not disturbed by the time of the universe. Looking at the universe of any era, they are absolutely powerful.

But if the years are stretched out to infinity and the universe is parallel to infinite heavens, then the so-called true immortals are not even a drop in the ocean. It is a kind of luck to be able to leave traces behind and not have them completely wiped out.

"Is this... is there really a lost period of time, where a priest died in battle? The Queen of Pollen Road is not the first... the second priest?"

As Xu Xin went deeper into ruins, not knowing how many long years had passed, he suddenly made a different discovery. Among the traces of this period of time, there truly appeared an aura that made him feel threatened.

Originally, he was only planning to extract some traces, but the remnants in front of him suddenly twisted and eventually turned into a hideous face.

"Roar……"

It sounded like just an unknown and irrational roar of a beast, but the strange mist that permeated it made Xu Xin feel threatened at the first moment.

He instantly turned away, and this period of time quickly corroded and dissipated, disappearing completely, to the point that even the sacrifices could not retrieve it. It was a very strange and terrifying thing.

"boom!"

Xu Xin took action personally, using the power of Taoism to break the seal of time and space. He stood in front of the strange black fog and just stretched out a finger, with strands of the laws of time entangled on his fingertips.

“It’s just a little regret.”

Xu Xin said in a cold voice, pointing with one finger, and fine cracks appeared on the ruins of time, as if they could not withstand this terrible force.

The black fog was pierced through in an instant, and gray blood like a living thing gushed out, crawling through the years and time.

Xu Xin stared at the wriggling strange liquids. Every drop of them refracted distorted light and shadows, which were reflections of countless broken worlds.

"Ancestor? An even older ancestor? Or, the loser in the competition for the title of weird ancestor?"

"Yes, the ten strange ancestors are not all of them in the first batch. There should not be exactly ten people at the beginning, but only ten succeeded in the end, and formed the ten strange veins with the cooperation of the strange plateau. The rest are losers, all defective products, and will be dealt with..."

Xu Xin had some guesses about these strange things in front of him. They were almost as strange and polluted as those at the sacrificial level, but they were different from the strange ancestors, yet they were somewhat similar.

Xu Xin's time destroyed everything in front of him and cleared away these weird things. Then the world began to change again. Xu Xin's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a blurry picture emerging in the blood mist. Countless worlds collapsed in the weirdness, and the great sacrifice was even more ancient.

"The truth behind all this...is related to the plateau. Is the plateau alive? It should be. At least it already has its own will."

Xu Xin captured a lot of key information from the ruins of time, such as that it might be a powerful priest before the Queen of Pollen Road, such as the origin of the ancestor, perhaps derived from Gao Yuan's will.

In other words, the ancestor may be Gaoyuan's chess piece or vanguard.

If you think about it carefully, this might not be something unacceptable. Those ancestors who were born in a strange way, rather than being powerful and well-trained, are more like a group of semi-wastes who rely on external forces. Facing the real sacrifice, they are simply vulnerable.

Why were such a group of guys able to become the ancestors?
The answer is luck, it really is luck. On the day the plateau collapsed, the strange primordial substance, suspected to be the ashes of that person, swept across the world, and it infected more than the ten ancestors, but in the end only ten of them successfully transformed into ancestors. This is a subtle number, and therefore it means that someone, or some kind of will is interfering, the will of the plateau.

There is a will on the strange plateau, perhaps that is the source of the weirdness and the real ultimate enemy.

But now, Xu Xin and his team must first get rid of the enemies in front of them, such as the Ten Ancestors.

"I need more power and more help."

"Hundreds of millions of immortals and demons are soldiers, and millions of emperors are generals."

"The echoes of time, the cycle of the world!"

Xu Xin walked through these broken years. Many of them had already been ruined and destroyed beyond recognition. Endless traces were stacked up against the sky and the earth, and there was no end in sight.

Or rather, there is no end at all.

I don’t know where the time and space began, and I don’t know where it will end.

Even though the Immortal Emperor claims to be above time, and even though the Dao of Sacrifice transcends the heavens and is not bound by cause and effect, he still cannot rewind all the years of history.

Were there any sacrifices in the years before the Pollen Road Empress?

What did the plateau look like in the years before the strange ancestor appeared?
The source of the weirdness, the existence that thinks he is sick, what is his previous history?

There are so many historical mysteries like this, and no one can solve them.

As for the "future", no one can clearly explain it.

So, although it seems that the Immortal Emperor and the Taoist Priest have long transcended time and space, do they really "understand" all history?
No one can be sure that he understands all of history, not even those who claim to have created the world, because even "chaos" has a past. What was chaos like in earlier times?

The Immortal Emperor transcends time and space and can reflect the past, provided that he is not disturbed, but this is ultimately only an ideal state.

Even if there were no strange interference, it would be impossible to reflect the past and explore the mysteries of history at will.

Because you cannot be sure whether there will be a strong person in the past or in the future who will stop you from doing this, and you don’t know whether such an action will touch any taboos and lead to more trouble.

Time cannot be desecrated and history cannot be changed.

Even if the Immortal Emperor and the Sacrifice Dao who are beyond the time wantonly illuminate the heavens, they will encounter backlash, and the final result may be unbearable.

Take God for example. Although he had clearly been defeated in the war long ago, the remaining Immortal Emperors huddled together for warmth and looked towards the future. It was possible for them to develop again and have more possibilities.

But they chose to immerse themselves in the past, trying again and again to reflect the years, to attract the strong men of the past, and to let the God of the past replace the present. However, the final result was that they were harvested strangely again and again, and the past and the future were shattered.

The same is true for the heavens and myriad worlds. Emperor Huang Tian reflected the heavens and resurrected all living things time and time again, but this left traces behind. Eventually, he was backfired, was discovered by the weird, and the war started ahead of time, which changed some things.

The same goes for the Strange Plateau. They seemed to have changed the course of time, but the final result was still a failure. It just added a process, and this can be regarded as a backlash.

Therefore, do not touch historical taboos easily, as it may lead to backlash and the consequences may be serious.

But sometimes, even if it is taboo, you have to try.

When Xu Xin arrived here, he had already made up his mind.

It is not impossible to accumulate capital bit by bit to slowly fight against the weirdness and end the plateau, but it is too passive after all.

Xu Xin is not an impatient person, but sometimes he has to be impatient.

So, he wanted to take a gamble. All in is a kind of wisdom, and what he wanted to do had never existed in history, which made it possible for him to succeed.

He descended into this broken age, the ruins of the past, only to reflect the resistance of the past, and to draw out in advance the backlash of the years that would continuously destroy the world on the strange plateau.

The ultimate failure of Weirdness is actually the inevitable result of the backlash of all living beings and even time.

As strange as the sky, it is a sacrifice to destroy all spirits.

Heaven destroys all living beings, and all living beings destroy Heaven.

When the backlash of all living beings against the weirdness accumulates to a certain level, it will eventually explode. The weirdness will destroy the world countless times and win countless times, but as long as it fails once, it will inevitably be doomed.

"The future is hard to predict, or rather, it has already been determined... but the past still has infinite possibilities, it all depends on how we describe it..."

The dilapidated years seemed like the space of an endless underworld. Xu Xin's gaze continued to look downward, to the countless ruins of the world and countless corpses.

Those are not the ruins of one or two universes, but the buried traces of countless heavens, countless civilizations, and countless histories. Perhaps some of them can be traced back to the years before the owner of the bronze coffin.

During those periods of time, civilizations, and heavens were buried, and even time and space became ruins. However, the heaven and earth were reborn and developed again, and then there were new heavens, new civilizations, and new years. It was like a larger cycle.

"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The underworld is the final resting place of all souls..."

Xu Xin whispered such a word, reincarnation... This is an ancient topic. Even though he had already experienced many reincarnations, at this moment he felt that this sentence was so terrible. Everything seemed to be a big cycle, a cycle of reincarnation.

About reincarnation, about the underworld,
There have been too many legends and speculations about the underworld in the world.

A road to the underworld was opened up by later generations. For example, Emperor Huang Tian once dug the ancient underworld with his own hands, but could not find the end. In the end, he opened up a section himself.

In addition, strange creatures once occupied part of the ancient underworld road, connecting it to the plateau.

However, no one can explain what the most ancient underworld is. Some say it was created by the natural development of heaven and earth, connected to heaven, the world of the living, the universe, the ancient heavens, and all the worlds, and it is mysterious and unpredictable.

Some people also say that reincarnation and the true origin of all things in the world, even the universe and the heavens, cannot escape reincarnation.

Xu Xin thought about it for a long time and finally thought of more.

In an instant, countless Dao marks around Xu Xin dimmed, and countless orders, rules, etc. turned into a circle and returned to his body. The Dao marks were no longer visible.

(End of this chapter)