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

The origin of everything was that Wu himself was too bored and had mental problems, so he created an opponent worthy of his attention.

And those so-called destined protagonists are nothing but meaningless entertainment.

He can read ancient history by taking a nap.

Just like reading a book, if you find the story is too boring, you can change to another one.

If it's interesting, he'll continue reading it.

But after reading it, it will be discarded and turned into nothingness.

Afterwards, new ancient history evolved again, and was allowed to develop wildly, over and over again.

However, I never get tired of this kind of life.

So...Mu Changqing appeared!

He created an opponent that even he could not control. Only in this way could his heart, which had been silent for endless years, begin to ripple again.

"Thank you for your compliment. Is there anything you still don't understand?"

There is no figure shaking, accompanying the birth and death of countless great worlds.

Although he had only just recovered, he was already impatient.

He had been cultivating his opponent for endless years, and now that he had succeeded, there was no reason not to fight.

Mu Changqing raised his head, looked at this most terrifying and powerful madman, and sighed softly.

"You turned into a Taoist ancestor, why is that?"

Hearing this, Wu was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he raised his head and laughed, shaking his head.

"Mu Changqing, you still haven't fully comprehended this realm."

Mu Changqing's eyes narrowed and he stared at Wu's figure.

If any other creature dared to speak like this, he would have already taken action and killed it.

But nothing is different. It can be said that everything he has comes from nothing, yet transcends nothing.

The relationship between the two is too complicated.

"I can be anyone or no one, it all depends on my will."

"All living beings in the world, except you, I can revive from the body of any living being and return to the invisible. Do you understand?"

Wu spoke again in a domineering manner.

He can be the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao, the ancestor of mankind, the ancestor of spirits, or any one of the seven ancestral gods.

Similarly, Wu can be an ordinary mortal, the Emperor of Heaven, a primordial creature, or even Diyuan...!

At his level, the so-called body has no meaning.

As long as he wants, he can awaken from his mortal body and transform into the most powerful and terrifying being in the world.

Being in a state that transcends everything, one naturally cannot think with common sense.

Mu Changqing nodded slightly. Daozu was just a tool and was the closest to Mu Changqing.

Therefore, Wu's consciousness revived from Daozu's body.

Thinking of this, Mu Changqing always felt that the old man Daozu died unjustly.

But it is reasonable.

All living things are nothing but uncreated fun. Even the seven ancestral gods are nothing more than insignificant episodes in one's life.

"How ridiculous it is that destiny is the destiny of heaven. I am heaven, and I will never have a true destiny. What I want is a true opponent, a creature in the same realm who grows wildly, is not under my control, and transcends everything."

Speaking of this, the absence of a figure becomes even more terrifying, as if it exists and does not exist, escaping from the invisible, yet being born from the invisible.

He was longing for a fierce battle.

Also seeking a way to bury oneself.

Maybe he is crazy, or maybe he is tired of creating everything and everything for all living beings.

Reaching this level is difficult to speculate with common sense.

There are no living beings in the world originally. It is only because of the existence of non-existence that the concept of living beings comes into being.

There is no law in the world. It is only because of the existence of nothingness that the concept of law exists.

Dharma encompasses all things and created the heavens and the earth and all living beings in the universe.

Mu Changqing stood up, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his brilliant hair flying, piercing through the heavens.

The endless ancestral meridians illuminate this great world.

The two of them faced each other from a distance, and there was an invisible force giving birth to everything, and all things were being born and perishing.

The worlds evolved, turning into purple and gray.

The majestic power of heaven suppresses everything in the world.

As space flowed, the two stepped out of the depths of the gray ancestral land and returned to the invisible land again.

"I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time."

These words have a sense of excitement, but also fatigue.

I have lived for too long without seeing the prosperity of the world and its brilliant end.

It's like you repeat the same work day after day, without any change.

Even as the only supreme being, one can get tired and develop illness within.

This is not a disease of ordinary people, but a transformation from the invincible.

Before I know it, I'm tired of everything.

But what can he do if he is bored? He can only destroy what he has created and then restore it again.

It goes on and on again and again, it's boring and tiring.

The scene at this moment transcends all thinking and cognition. It does not exist in the spatial dimension, but it really exists.

Transform yourself into heaven and earth, and take all things in heaven and earth, and all living beings in the world into your body.

If described in detail, it might be like two moving heavens and earths, in the invisible world, forming a confrontation.

The expressionless look turned into indifference, or rather, it cannot be called indifference, but rather nothingness.

There is no sadness or joy, no desire or demand, and everything returns to a state of nothingness.

"Mu Changqing, don't let me down. Fight to the end. Either you die, or I die."

As he spoke, Wu slowly raised his hand, and from the invisible ground, the gray ancestral source gushed out, materializing all his thoughts and ideas.

The world is shrouded in gray, and endless gray longitudes and latitudes are flashing with terrifying dim light. It seems boundless, yet encompasses everything.

The brilliant longitude and latitude patterns flowed down and turned into an ancestral long sword.

That sword is too terrifying.

Every sharp edge is evolved from the brilliant galaxy.

The laws and rhymes of circulation are all supreme truths.

Each strand can suppress ancestral god-level beings billions of times.

The ancestral sword in Wu's hand was breathing in and out the thick gray fog in a regular and rhythmic manner.

With every breath, countless pages of ancient history are turned over. The birth and death of great ages are not enough to describe its horror.

The power that transcends all concepts is truly invincible.

Mu Changqing watched this scene calmly, stretched out his right hand, and lightly brushed the invisible ground.

Purple longitude and latitude diffused out, flashing the same infinite light, spanning the invisible.

A thick purple fog gushed out, occupying half of the sky and earth as far as the eye could see.

The purple longitude and latitude seemed to have self-awareness, cutting through the invisible world and transforming into a purple ancestral sword, which fell into Mu Changqing's hands.

Mu Changqing and Wu Nai are of the same origin, and every move they make is identical.

The purple ancestral sword, with its sharp edge, also reflects the brilliant galaxy.

As his eyes opened and closed, Mu Changqing changed into an unknown state.

Beyond all describable words or concepts.

"Burying the sky is also what I pursue. I don't care what the future holds."

"Perhaps, one day, I will be like you, tired of everything, create creatures of the same level, and bury myself."

"But that is too far away for me. Now... I just want to... bury the sky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Changqing disappeared.

The next time he appeared, it was Wu Shenqian.

Wu did not dodge, but confronted him head-on with his sword.

There was no horrible scene as imagined. They were just ordinary people, fighting with swords.

The speed seems surprisingly slow.

But it transcends the concept of speed.