These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1239 They in the New Era 1
In the endless dark void.

The colorful avenue is flowing, converging into a figure of energy.

His body is composed of various Tao rhymes.

Matter formed the building blocks of his body, space formed the outline of his human frame, and time made his body fluid, freeing it from a static state.

Life gave him consciousness and the ability to think.

The five elements were cast into his five internal organs through the rings, and yin and yang flowed in his body. Various past avenues cast "Him"'s body in an extremely exquisite way.

And what connects all these avenues is fate.

When Ning Zheng opened his eyes, he felt that the entire universe was like a huge cross that was embedding him in it, making him the way of the universe and the end of all things.
The vast universe and all kinds of information are pulling him, impacting him, and turning him into nothingness.

"Is this universe no longer able to accommodate me?"

Ning Zheng muttered to herself.

At this moment, he clearly felt that he had two paths.

1. Integrate into this universe, become a Taoist like those prehistoric immortals, die in the [future], and become an unconscious, cold and unified heaven.

Because he holds all authority over the entire universe.

All authority information is processed by him, and data from countless universes are impacting his brain. This is enough to make his brain lose itself and become the ruthless way of heaven.

2. Leave this universe and break free from its shackles.

Ning Zheng now has mastered almost all the secrets of the entire cosmic cage.

Once he understood the structure of this cosmic cage, he also had the key to open the universe and was able to escape from this universe.

And now.

After the end of the battle, he retreated for a minute to organize his body and gain gains. Ning Zheng has already integrated 96% of all the great ways. In another ten seconds, he will take the last step and master all the authority of the Immortal Lord.

At that time.

If he doesn't leave, he will die.

"Can I only stay here for a dozen seconds?"

Ning Zheng felt the condition of her body and could only let out a soft sigh.

The thought changed.

Ning Zheng suddenly thought: The three painters had lost their authority and become mortals. They had been away for a minute, but who knew how much time had passed outside?

He decided to meet them.

When Ning Zheng walked into the era of the entire universe, he found that the world had changed.

Today's world is not in the form of bubbles, but in the form of planets.

This was the layout that existed back then [now], and the planets were rotating in the form of a nebula, vast and boundless.

Higher dimensional timelines no longer exist.

There are no gods anymore. In this Dharma-Ending Age world, people no longer believe in gods of heaven and earth, demons, or the rules of the universe.

The whole world became unusually peaceful and stable, just like a wooden house that could pry open the rules at any time, and suddenly turned into a diamond house.

"In this era, do we practice the so-called martial arts?" A thought flashed through Ning Zheng's mind.

It seems that the avenue has disappeared and the upper limit has been lowered.

Actually not so.

Because of the imperfection of the previous avenue, a group of lives that mastered an independent avenue emerged.

Now the Dao is complete, perfectly matching the structure of a life, just like Ning Zheng's Dao body before, space, life, time, five elements, yin and yang, destiny.
Everything has been integrated into the life form of this era!
Every living being in this era is like a miniature version of Ning Zheng’s previous origin Tao body.

In an instant he realized:

"I am like Nuwa. I just took the last step and fused all the power into one body. Then the heaven and earth molded the perfect life of this era according to my appearance."

These beings are perfect and mixed, they cannot cultivate a single path, but they can cultivate the "completeness" that can be cast into a piece of iron.

They can no longer utilize the laws individually, but all power is dormant in their life blood, forming a unique martial art.

Animals can become monsters, flowers and plants can become spirits, and even ghosts can appear after death.
Ning Zheng seemed to see a new and prosperous sunrise, rising slowly and opening the curtain of a new era.

The universe is really amazing.

The times are progressing, the environment is changing, and the history of civilization is spiraling upwards in each era.

"It's a new era again. Perhaps the cycle of dragons and heroes will repeat itself, with the common people being overthrown and overthrown alternately. Even I can't solve this problem, but I choose to leave it."

"Step out of history and nothing will have anything to do with me."

Looking at the starry sky with rolling clouds, Ning Zheng just smiled, feeling inexplicably melancholy in her heart.

"It's almost time to meet up with old friends."

He sighed and disappeared without a trace.

Al Nebula, Cangwu Planet.

In a small mountain village surrounded by mountains, trees and houses of all sizes are arranged randomly.

Not far away is a river with a windmill by the river.

Occasionally, an ox cart would slowly pass through the entrance of the village with a stone tablet with the words "Black Stone Village" hanging on the door.

Woohoo! ~
At the foot of the mountain, on the distant railroad tracks, a steam ghost train with eerie red smoke coming out was coming, sailing towards the prosperous royal capital in the distance.

This civilization divides warriors into black iron, bronze, silver, gold and even some ghost warriors who absorb the power of ghosts and monsters to fight.

On the edge of the river bank, windmills are turning.

A woman was standing next to the windmill, hitting wet clothes with a wooden stick. Not far away, a little girl was playing happily.

Ning Zheng walked gently into the village, quietly watching the beautiful woman beating clothes and the little girl playing, always feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He just stood there quietly: "Are they the mother and daughter, Jiumu Xianzun and Jiumu Qing?"

Only after the clothes were washed and the sun had set did the woman call her daughter and go back to the yard together.

In front of the yard is a lush farmland full of golden sunflowers swaying in the wind, forming a beautiful scene on earth.

At the gate of the yard stood an elegant painter, mixing tubes of toothpaste and paint bought in the town, and painting a colorful landscape oil painting.

"Dad, I'm back."

The girl walked into the yard happily, jumping up and down.

When Ning Zheng saw this scene, she couldn't help but sigh that even though times have changed, the world has changed.

Even the prehistoric civilization of the immortals has disappeared, and after the next era of universe restart, the painter still has the same hobby.

But today's painters are no longer young.

The years have left deep marks on him.

Although he is only ten thousand years old, he already has the air of old age and decay, giving people the feeling of a melancholy scholar, which makes him extremely attractive to young girls.

The painter finished painting the scroll and asked Ning Zheng to sit down. "How many seconds did the battle last?"

"One minute." Ning Zheng said lightly.

"Not slow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The painter smiled, not surprised.

After the battle, only one minute passed for Ning Zheng, the Celestial Immortal, who was sorting out his harvest. But for them, the mortals who had lost their power and were sinking in the Fallen Era, it felt like an endless amount of time.

Get married, have children, and travel around the world.

As a painter, he witnessed the changes in the new era of the universe and the passage of time.

Even for the young painter who was only thirty years old, ten thousand years ago was already a distant prehistoric memory, and even Ning Zheng's appearance had become blurred.

That was a ridiculous period of his dark history as a young boy.

But now he has completely entered his old age, like an old man reminiscing about the fights and fights in the classroom in junior high school.

then.

He once used a scroll to capture the faces of the three of them at their youngest, but their cores would still age.

Even if they had the strongest immortal body left over from the immortal era, and practiced the martial arts training methods that were now booming, their family of three was about to reach the end of their lives.

In Ning Zheng's eyes, only one second had passed. He was still sorting out his thoughts, but for a painter like him, it was already the end of his life and the beginning of his death.

A painting can last forever, but humans cannot do that after all.

(End of this chapter)