A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Meteoric Realm..."

Jiang Ding was shocked.

Just reading this name, he felt a heavy and sad feeling in his heart, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were filled with tears, which he could not control at all.

He was instantly infected by these two words, these two words separated by countless tens of thousands of years, and he could not resist.

It was as if any living creature must be sad.

All must be solemn and solemn.

This was not transferred by the personal will of the cultivator.

It was a kind of creature that far surpassed the refining void and far surpassed the refining void. There was a will left in the world, and the world changed for Him and existed because of Him.

The traces left by this supreme will, after countless tens of thousands of years, still profoundly affected the operation of the world.

"What kind of existence is this..."

Jiang Ding did not dare to resist this will.

He immersed himself, made himself sad, focused, and did not dare to have any distractions or divergent thoughts. His sea of ​​consciousness was extremely ethereal.

After a few days, this forced and sudden sadness slowly disappeared.

"What kind of existence is the upper world?"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath and dared not call that name directly again.

He had a hunch that if he took the initiative to contact it again, he would still fall into this deep sorrow, just like the rules of heaven and earth.

If he contacted it too much, he would be forever in sorrow until death.

It was not that the Supreme Will had any ill will towards the ants, but His strong emotions were revealed, and the terrible impact caused by it did not weaken after countless time passed.

"This world is not an ordinary small world, it is not simple, and even... it may be more terrible than the realm of the immortal gate."

Jiang Ding was shocked and whispered: "I still have to be more careful. Facing such a powerful person, only time and space can cover it."

"Other concealment spells, tricks, and manipulation of the situation are stupid and ridiculous."

"Only time and space will not deceive me."

After sorting out his mind, Jiang Ding continued to read the new knowledge he got from the Royal Court Blessed Land, especially about this small world.

"...The boundary wall is broken, the sect is broken, the ancestor's inheritance is cut off... Those two supreme beings, they broke the boundary wall of the small world, they must have brought bad luck, and they must not die well..."

At this time, a broken stone tablet from the Nine Heavens Thunder Sect's Transformation God cultivator caught Jiang Ding's attention.

This Transformation God cultivator was named Shen Lei, and he had strong resentment because he died and was affected by the aftermath of the attack of the two supreme beings, and died with countless cultivators in the sect.

Before he died, he wrote his curse under a stone tablet with his own bones and blood.

Do the two supreme beings who fought know about this?

They should know.

But just like a human child destroying an ant nest with boiling water, they won't care about it, nor will they deliberately find the strongest ant to crush to death and destroy the ant's subtle chirping sound.

This stone tablet was therefore preserved, and after many twists and turns, it was finally collected by Shuoyang Tianjun.

"Brought bad luck?"

"What bad luck?"

Jiang Ding was puzzled and puzzled, and flipped through the information.

Regarding this unknown, Shuoyang Tianjun had spent a lot of time searching ancient books and digging out various ancient inheritances. In the end, he vaguely guessed that it was related to the status of the small world.

The status of the small world is extremely high. Even if the existence above the refining void is powerful, it is still inferior to a small world that has existed since ancient times.

Usually, the small world is indeed harmless.

Jindan cultivators can cut off rivers, Yuanying cultivators can move mountains, and Huashen cultivators can cause a major blow to the surface ecology. Anyone can make trouble.

But this does not mean that the small world is fragile.

For the small world, the so-called moving mountains and filling the sea by Jindan Yuanying Huashen cultivators is just a change in the fur on the body, not even a minor injury.

From this perspective, there is no difference between the influence of Huashen cultivators and the weakest mortal on the small world.

The existence above the refining void can really cause harm to the small world.

It may not be a serious injury. The boundary wall is just broken. It will recover in tens of thousands of years. For an ancient small world, it is just a blink of an eye, a minor injury.

However, the small world is indeed injured.

This has attracted the malice of the Pantian Dao consciousness of the small world.

This malice is extremely terrifying even for the existence above the refining void, and there is a risk of falling at any time.

This is the guess of Shuoyang Tianjun.

There is not much information, only sporadic records. He boldly assumed this result and thought it should be very close to the fact.

Because, if the supreme power can destroy the small world at will, then after such a long and endless time, there should not be many small worlds now.

In addition, no one has come to recover the fragments of the immortal art, which seems to confirm this point of view.

"It does seem to make sense..."

Jiang Ding also agreed with Shuoyang Tianjun's judgment.

But at the same time, it must be seen that this is just a possible speculation. Shuoyang Tianjun has no way out. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will rush forward and ignore the huge risks.

This is not a place that should be imitated.

These are what Jiang Ding gained after reading all the books in Wangting Fudi.

"Ancient history, especially the history before the era of the Six Paths Patriarch, is very valuable and should be collected as much as possible."

Jiang Ding said silently.

He issued an order to collect things in this regard, from the relics left over from the Nine Heavens Secret Realm of the Seven Feather Sect of the Yue Kingdom and from all over the Xiaoqian World.

Today, as the leader of Beihara Tushan Atrium, he no longer needs to do many things himself.

After doing this, Jiang Ding left.

He hid his figure and did not return to the Six Paths Sect. He disappeared without knowing when and where.

…

In the Dark Lord's Palace.

"From now on, I am alone again..."

On the throne of six paths, a young man in green opened his eyes and smiled to himself.

He looked towards the blue abyss pool not far away.

The spiritual light of Yuanci flashes inside, and the energy of Yuanci is as heavy as a mountain. In the light of Yuanci like water waves, a divine light like a swimming dragon is vaguely visible, revealing a vague shape, and the aura is on the verge of the fifth level.

This divine light meanders around like a real living creature, constantly hitting the Six Realms Liyang Formation that restrains it, causing the nearby mountain peaks to shake.

This is the divine object of heaven and earth of Yin-Yang Yuan Magnetic Jueling Mountain, the divine light of Yin-Yang Magnetic pole!

It has been more than ten years since the formation was set up, and it has begun to take shape. It already has some aura that is forbidden to the heavens and the five elements. It is an excellent sword refining material, which can completely "lighten" the flying sword.

"It will probably take another fifty-eight years to be born. If you pursue perfection, it can take one hundred and fifty-eight years."

"You can get it yourself when the time comes, I can't do it."

The young man in green on the throne of six paths murmured to himself, closed his eyes and practiced, and stopped talking.