Burial of Heaven: I am the Emperor, breaking the taboo and returning to the heavens

Seeing this, Mu Changqing snorted coldly with a hint of disdain.

Imitation is just imitation after all.

Just like pirated products, they are never as good as genuine products. (Except for movies and TV shows, the membership fee is really a rip-off.)

"Really? Then let me show you what the new world is."

As Mu Changqing finished speaking, illusion and reality connected, and endless purple mist spread out, instantly occupying the heavens.

The purple fog is similar to the fog that lingers in the gray ancestral land all year round.

They are all constructed from the infinite universe, transformed into dust particles.

However, Mu Changqing’s ancestral origin is taboo, strange and ominous.

All cosmic dust is purple.

The creatures bred therein are all forbidden creatures, practicing evil ways, killing and devouring each other, and never remaining silent.

The fog came, vast and boundless.

Wherever they passed, they all returned to their ancestral origin.

All things return to silence, and are reborn in an instant.

The rolling fog, like the end of the world, swallowed up the blazing and infinite ancestral light emanating from the spine formed by the flowers and plains.

Ling looked at this scene and his body retreated uncontrollably, dragging the heavens with him and smashing the endless dark world, as if there was no end.

The flower and grass plain spine in his hand that could easily destroy time, eternity, and all things in the creation was trembling in fear.

It was the fear of the superior, as if facing a natural nemesis.

"A new era has arrived, and the ancestor has reappeared."

Ling quickly calmed down all the fear around him, and in his eyes, rays of divine light of creation illuminated all the worlds, turning into a film of light that suppressed the world and isolated the pressure from the purple ancestor.

At this time, Mu Changqing was shrouded in thick fog. Wisps of breath that could make the soul of the ancestor god tremble surged out, tearing apart all the laws of the world, the rules of order, the destiny of the heavens, and the eternity of time...!

When the purple longitude and latitude were completely integrated with the real world, the heaven and earth shook, and the whole world felt it.

New systems have emerged and are fighting for control over all things in the world.

Boom!

Various voices emerged.

Sacrifice, prayer, the sound of the great way, the divine chain of order runs through the sound of heaven and earth, the sound of the creation of all things, the sound of the opening up of heaven and earth, the sound of the rolling of time, the sound of the eternal cycle... and even the sound of the advent of strange creatures...!

The sight and the intertwined sounds were all too horrifying and terrifying, and captivating.

In the rolling fog, a plain that was out of tune with the real world emerged.

It seems like something from outer space, but also like something exiled by the years of history.

The moment it descended, the entire gray ancestral origin was filled with fog. The faint light like chaotic fairy light crossed the sky and earth and spread throughout the gray ancestral origin, but it could not find its target.

The other six ancestral gods felt it and were all shocked. A look of fear flashed across their eternally unchanging true faces, and they felt vaguely uneasy in their hearts.

When the deduction began, all one could see was a void in the future. There was nothing but an extremely thick purple fog covering the world.

"Except for a few ancestral gods, he is the only one of the same level... I cannot deduce it."

The true body of the ancestor god descended and muttered.

He looked at the gray ancestor that had been silent for who knows how many years... or in other words, it had never revived since the existence of living things, but today it showed signs of revival, using supreme means, as if to stop something unknown.

"Such a strange phenomenon... It seems that he has taken that step. The new ancestor has come into the world. It is impossible to deduce where it is hiding. Damn, who did it? A demon? A spirit? Or someone else?"

This ancestor god spoke in a cold voice, his tone was extremely cold.

They are all planning and guarding against each other.

Now, the world where Mu Changqing and Ling are located is obscured, and they are unable to deduce or perceive it at all.

Even if the most horrific war since the creation of the Gray Ancestor happened there, it would be difficult to feel it.

…

At this time, Mu Changqing and Ling were in the world.

The fog is still spreading, as if it is eternal, and it is difficult to bury the sky or cover the earth.

When the Purple Ancestor completely came into the world, heaven and earth fell into eternal silence.

All the complex sounds stopped, as if they had life, and the violently surging fog stopped swallowing.

A brilliant figure stood in the fog, radiant with eternal and immortal ancestral glory, constantly impacting the heaven, earth and time.

Now, Mu Changqing has completely connected his ancestral origin with the present world. Wherever he is, that is his ancestral origin, which is eternal immortality.

The flowing light cut through the fog, and countless, indelible sword beams burst out and automatically killed Ling.

Boom!

That force kept shattering the flowers and plants around Ling. At the moment of contact, the spine of the flowers and plants in his hand began to vibrate violently, and dark cracks spread all over his body.

In a flash, the cracks healed and emitted the bright and brilliant ancestral light again.

"Damn it, why is he so powerful? I can't bear it even though I haven't really made a move."

Ling's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was dripping out of it, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then, he roared, held the plain spine with both arms, and slashed towards the depths of the purple fog where there was no end in sight with the endless power of eternal creation.

The dazzling bright light, carrying with it all the power of the world, illuminates the past, present and future. The overflowing power of creation gives birth to the birth and death of countless universes.

Boom!

The light slashed into the purple fog, raising a rolling fog of unknown height that gushed out against the sky.

However, such a terrifying blow was like a stone sinking into the sea, it created huge waves but did not cause any substantial impact.

The dazzling figure in the fog still stood there, without moving at all.

“Too weak.”

At this moment, a slightly contemptuous voice came from the fog. The voice was eternal, cutting through endless time and space and reaching Ling's ears.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, not reacting.

Maybe for a long time, maybe just a moment.

A look of disbelief appeared on his face, followed by a hint of bitterness and complex emotions.

Sighed softly.

“Weak, haha…hahahahaha, I am the spirit of one of the seven ancestral gods, a leader among the seven ancestral gods, one of the most powerful beings in the past and future. Yet I am given the name of weak. How ridiculous, how ridiculous.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Changqing moved his body slightly, and the fog automatically opened up a road, extending to an unknown place in the world.

"They are just some creatures that have lived longer. They think they are the Lord of Creation and can control all the variables of all living beings. How ridiculous."

The domineering words were heard again, shocking people.

Ling stared intently at the fog, and a brilliant and majestic figure slowly stepped out and appeared in the world.

Behind him was a plain covered with thick fog, making it impossible to see the exact situation.

But the light that occasionally burst out from the foggy plains frightened the world.

The endless ancestral power, like the sky falling, continuously spews out strange substances and corrodes everything in the world.

The power that erupted to crush the present world was so fierce and brilliant that it easily tore apart the eternal and immortal power that came from the flower and grass plain that Ling was proud of.