I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Three Days ago, there was a mysterious and unpredictable seven-colored divine light that passed through the realm of absolute emptiness and fell at the intersection of white and black, the two great whirlpools of the heavens.

The seven-color brilliance has an unknown origin and its essential form cannot be described. This triggered a terrible war with far-reaching consequences. Many heavens were involved in it, and even the transcendent ones died.

The great whirlpool in the white sky and the red spiral arm of Luan Hong were the corners affected by that war.

It has been less than an Era since the end of the war, and the traces of the aftermath of the war have still not been eliminated. Various horrific ruins have evolved into a battlefield where black and white confront each other.

The heavens where the battlefield of the Howling Abyss is located is called "Tahao". It is a world of heavens with an infinite multiverse structure, which is where Bai Donglin descended.

I saw, in the absolute void, a round, extremely huge gray-red sphere, slowly rotating and moving rapidly along a certain trajectory.

This thing is so huge that it can no longer be measured using ordinary measurement units.

Among the supreme beings above the eleven realms, there is a special unit that belongs to them and is used to describe length (distance), called - Nian.

The "light-year" unit unified into one light-year and ten trillion kilometers can already cope with general situations, but the world is so vast that to a certain extent, the light-year is no longer applicable to everything.

Therefore, the length unit "thought" defined by the distance that can be spanned between one thought and the supreme being above the eleven realms was born.

Nian is divided into three levels.

True thoughts, using the eleven true self-only states as the standard, one "true thought" is equal to one trillion light years, which is ten thousand trillion light years.

Persistent thoughts are based on the twelve eternal realms of the other side as the standard. One constant thought is equal to ten thousand true thoughts.

Super thoughts, based on the realm of thirteen transcendent beings, one super thought is equal to ten thousand constant thoughts.

The Taihao heavens wandering in the realm of nothingness are round like a ball, with an outer radius of one hundred and one constant thoughts, and the size of the inner space is unknown.

On top of such a huge thing, there is a vague figure "visible to the naked eye", with a ferocious bird's head, six pairs of wings, and eight thick tentacles on its lower body.

This corpse is as high as three true thoughts and a terrifying 30,000 light years old. Although it has been dead for an unknown number of years, it still exudes a terrifying aura. From the angry beak, there is a faint cry of resentment.

The chest of the corpse was pierced by an invisible sharp sword, and it was nailed to the boundary wall of the "Taihao Heavens". The huge wound was deep and dark, connected with the gap that was scratched on the boundary wall, forming the so-called the howling abyss.

Bai Donglin turned into light and escaped, and after a burst of running attacks, his brows could not help but wrinkle slowly.

"How deep is this howling abyss? How come it hasn't hit the bottom yet..."

When he thought about it, this abyss should be the wall of the heavens that was torn apart by the great war. After crossing it, he could reach the realm of absolute nothingness that held countless heavens, and at the same time, he would also enter the ruins of the battlefield.

But after running away for a long time, there was still darkness in front of him, and the crying sound in his mind showed no sign of dissipating.

This shows that he is still not out of the scope of the Howling Abyss.

"And the deeper you go, the wider the abyss becomes, like an upside-down funnel."

Bai Donglin's will continues to extend in all directions, and he has complete control over the size of the inside of the abyss.

"Is it the Black Disaster army again?"

Bai Donglin's expression changed, and a group of huge warships, all pitch black and resembling cones, broke into his will perception.

This was already the seventh wave of the Black Disaster Army he had encountered.

"Haha, my experimental samples can be replenished again."

His expression turned cold, and there was no sense of communication. He stretched out his hand, and the time and space in front of him suddenly twisted and collapsed crazily. The conical battleship noticed the abnormality, trembled slightly, and sprayed out endless dark light, cutting the collapsed time and space crazily.

There were more figures stepping out, looking back and forth with serious eyes.

"Intruder! How dare you go deep into this place, you are seeking death!"

"kill--"

Ho ho ho!

More than a dozen beings comparable to those in the Tenth Realm roared in unison, with a heavy pressure. Their bodies were raised crazily, and many terrifying attacks were blasted into the surrounding space and time at the same time.

"How dare a group of ants speak out bravely?"

Bai Donglin's expression was indifferent, and his palm that covered the sky never stopped for a moment. He clenched it fiercely, and the space and time in his palm was forcibly squeezed into a hot singularity.

The warships and black calamity powerhouses wrapped in it had their real-world dimensions falling one after another, turning into illusory zero-dimensional existences and being suppressed in the singularity.

Bai Donglin lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the singularity in his palm, then turned his hand and sent it into the Infinite World within his body, handing it over to the busy clones in the laboratory.

He allocated a lot of thinking power to explore the black disaster creatures, vowing to deconstruct their existence form as soon as possible. Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one be able to fight without danger, and it will be more conducive for him to plan his own interests.

After easily disposing of this black disaster army, Bai Donglin continued to escape to the bottom of the abyss without stopping. After traveling tens of millions of light years again, he suddenly stopped and raised his brows slightly.

The smell of "same kind".

It was an Eleventh Realm existence that was similar to him and had also consolidated the timeline. An awe-inspiring aura roared from below, locking him tightly.

"Finally something interesting."

The corners of Bai Donglin's mouth raised slightly, his eyes flashed with light, and as soon as the figure moved, the fist carrying the overwhelming destructive power had already arrived in front of the figure.

"Human race..."

As if a blurry figure formed by the condensation of jet black light, he suddenly raised his head. Deep in his head, like a vortex of nebulae, there were two bright purple suns floating in the air. Those were his eyes.

"kill!!"

The same punch seemed ordinary, but the surrounding space and time were affected by it, boiling and burning, evaporating into nothingness.

The fist spans time and space, with its breath as the anchor coordinate, and the fist points directly at the figure that existed at every time node in the past.

"Huh?"

The figure of the black disaster creature froze, and the violent purple light in his eyes swayed. Apparently, he sensed something abnormal about Bai Donglin.

The method of erasing across time is extremely easy to use to kill monks under the eleventh realm. It can be called a dimensionality reduction strike. It can directly erase the cause of birth.

But if both warring parties are in the eleventh realm, this move won't be of much use.

Every time point in the past, including the newly born baby, and even the life factors that have just begun to be gestated in the mother's body, are the only true projections of their reality, and have the same power as themselves in this world.

What confused Black Calamity was that he did not see the source of Bai Donglin's time, as if it was obscured by some terrifying force. He only captured the time node after Bai Donglin achieved the Eleventh Realm.

"strangeness!"

Although he was puzzled, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, they were both on the same level, and it was impossible to obliterate each other from the source of time.

Therefore, in the same realm, the characteristics that span time and space are offset. If you want to decide the winner, you can only look at the actual strength of both parties.

In a flash of lightning, Bai Donglin's fist collided with the Black Calamity expert.

Boom! !

As far as the eye could see, all tangible and intangible objects were shattered, and the Howling Abyss trembled violently. Deep in the black mist at its edge, the cracked walls of the heavens seemed to be a little larger.

"Ahem! How, how is it possible?!"

"What a terrifying power..."

The figure of the Black Calamity expert was stagnant, his body constantly rotating between reality and reality, and the purple "big sun" in Nebula's head was directly shaken into nothingness.

"In the same realm, I, Bai Donglin, can't be rivaled by anyone!"

In Bai Donglin's eyes, golden flames surged out. He just used an ordinary punch, but did not use any magical powers or various amplitude secret techniques and forbidden techniques.

The terrifying power given to him by the One Spiritual Aperture directly crushed the existence of the same realm. Regardless of the realm characteristics that both parties possessed, who could defeat him in the face of absolute power?

"This man is terrifying! He is invincible!"

"escape--"

There is no fool among the black disaster creatures who can break through to the eleventh realm, and they have also been able to control the twisted, evil and murderous desires in their hearts. It is completely different from those irrational black disaster creatures.

Knowing that he was invincible and even in danger of falling, the vague figure staggered for a while, retreated decisively, raised his hand to mess up time and space, and then he was like a peach.

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly retracted his fist. He did not take the opportunity to kill him, but sensed the opponent's aura and followed him.

He had sensed something was wrong with the Howling Abyss.

The previous plan to reach the realm of nothingness through the abyss had to be changed.

This guy who was frightened by his punch might know something. If he follows, he should be able to get a glimpse of the details of the abyss.

Two figures, one behind the other, chasing each other, crossed the thick and thick black fog, and stopped somewhere in the void of the abyss.

"Hmph! You really dare to follow me, you don't know how to live or die!"

The blurry figure suddenly turned around and looked directly at Bai Donglin. A hint of sarcasm flashed through his re-condensed eyes, and then he opened his palm and slapped it hard into the void in front of him.

Click! !

The void is like crystal, shattered into pieces, with scarlet cracks spreading crazily in all directions. At the intersection core of the cracks, there is a scarlet vortex rotating at extremely fast speeds.

With a provocative gesture, he glared at Bai Donglin, and then stepped out into the scarlet vortex.

Bai Donglin's figure flickered and appeared in the void. The scarlet cracks had recovered instantly, and the vortex leading to nowhere had disappeared.

"Interesting, is this the secret of the Howling Abyss?"

Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced back and forth with his eyes condensed by endless Taoist texts. From the aspects of dimensions, time and space, dimensions, etc., he found no abnormalities in the void here.

With a flick of his finger, a beam of light shot out, piercing the void, revealing a deep and dark hole.

It is obviously the same void node, destroyed with the same violence, but the results are completely different.

"The Howling Abyss is extremely weird. If you keep burying your head and escaping downward, I'm afraid you will never reach the realm of nothingness. In this case..."

Bai Donglin looked solemn, raised his hand and slashed, creating a crack in time and space. With a movement of his figure, he stepped into it and returned to the moment three breaths ago when the fuzzy creature had just broken through the void.

Before the black disaster expert could react, Bai Donglin, who looked indifferent, had already stepped into the scarlet vortex.

"A strong man from the human race, although your strength is terrifying, it seems that your brain is a little hard to use."

"Do you really think you can do whatever you want!?"

Purple light gushed out from the eyes of the blurry figure, but Bai Donglin did not stop him. Instead, he allowed him to step into the scarlet vortex. A violent coldness flashed in his eyes, and he followed closely and stepped into the vortex.

…

"What the hell is this place?"

Bai Donglin passed through the whirlpool passage, and in a moment of conscious awareness, he appeared in a world where black and red lights intertwined uncertainly.

He knew in his heart that if he rashly followed the black disaster creatures into an unknown place, the chance of encountering danger would be as high as 99%. But there is an immortal protective body, and it can self-destruct and leave at any time, so naturally there is nothing to fear.

Resurrection using particles, clones, etc. as anchor points can ignore all bans and suppressions. Even the isolation of the transcendent's "war" cannot affect his self-destruction and resurrection.

He didn't believe that there was anything in the world that could surpass the isolation barrier that the transcendent people had tried their best to build.

Bai Donglin suppressed the doubts in his heart, and his will spread rapidly in all directions quietly.

The first thing to bear the brunt was the blood-red altar standing tall under his feet. It was engraved with strange and twisted lines. If an ordinary monk took one look at these lines, his consciousness would be distorted and he would be degenerated into a deformed and extremely evil creature.

On the broad platform of the altar, there are also the scarlet stairs that extend from top to bottom. At this moment, they are all kneeling with black disaster creatures with all kinds of strange appearances and auras.

The moment Bai Donglin appeared, countless black disaster creatures who kowtowed devoutly suddenly raised their heads and stared into his eyes with extremely sinister eyes.

"Human race, invader..."

"kill!!"

Ho ho ho!

There is no fear of the weak from the strong.

The strange form of the black disaster creatures and their twisted and crazy consciousness helped them get rid of the shackles of the pressure from the life level.

For ordinary creatures, this is simply unbelievable, but Black Disaster did it easily, as if instinctively, no matter how strong or weak, they all attacked Bai Donglin crazily.

"Chaos·Maelstrom!"

Bai Donglin stood in the center of the altar, facing the charge that could tear the heaven and the earth apart. His expression was calm and his eyes were deep and indifferent. With a slight flick of his hand, a small vortex of chaos flew upwards.

The vortex hovered in mid-air, spun violently, expanded rapidly, and instantly covered the sky and sun, completely covering hundreds of millions of miles of time and space around the altar, and then fell violently.

After the roaring noise, the scarlet altar and the countless frantic figures disappeared, swallowed up by the whirlpool of chaos.

After a moment, a piece of information came to mind. Bai Donglin digested it, and his expression changed slightly.

In the endless world, there are many majestic laboratories, in which the flow rate of time is changed. Facing different samples of black disaster creatures, it is either accelerated or completely stagnated. Under the control of the clone, it is unknown how many times it has been carried out. A brutal experiment.

Although it is difficult to understand the black disaster creatures, after accumulating experimental data time and time again, we have finally gained some results.

One of the results is to master the method of extracting the memory information of the Black Catastrophe creatures. Although the success rate is not high and the efficiency is extremely low, each Black Catastrophe creature can only read about one ten thousandth of the information until death. .

After devouring a large number of creatures around the altar just now, after piecing together the fragmented memory information that was read, a useful piece of information was obtained.

"I see!"

"Is this the truth about the Howling Abyss?"

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly, and in his mind, there was a picture that looked like it was pieced together from fragments.

It was an extremely huge round sphere, a huge corpse with a weird appearance, nailed to the boundary wall of the Tahao heavens.

"So, am I in the body of that corpse now? A supreme being at the pinnacle of the twelve realms, whose name is the God of Origin and Secret!"

"Tsk! It's really scary!!"

Bai Donglin's slightly closed eyes were shining with white light. If the God of Origin and Secret was still alive, he would immediately destroy himself and run away without saying a word, regardless of friends or foes. This is the basic respect for the eternal other side.

Fortunately, this is just a corpse. Yuanmi Allah is completely dead. He died in that battle and was nailed to death in the Taihao heavens by a certain boss with a sword.

All that was left was this huge corpse filled with three true thoughts, and the everlasting miserable cry.

"wrong!!"

Bai Donglin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found a trace of secrets among the many broken messages. The things left by the God of Secrets were definitely more than that.

Otherwise, how could there be so many strong men going deep into this place again and again?

They are looking for something that can attract a swarm of beings from the Eleventh Realm. This thing is definitely not simple.

From the information, we learned that in addition to the strong men from the Black Calamity side, there were also many beings from the eleven realms in the Taihao heavens who stayed here and were unwilling to leave for a long time.

Both sides were in the same room, both looking for the same thing. Over the long years, countless wars had broken out, and the corpse of Yuanmi Allah was strong enough, otherwise it would have been shattered long ago.

"This body of Yuanmi Allah is really fresh!"

The corners of Bai Donglin's mouth raised, a look of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he looked around as if looking at delicacies.

In the only true world, the corpses of the Twelve Realms he met, whether they were A Lan, Yaoyao, the old man sitting in the stone monument space, or the big man at the end of the Styx River, their bodies had been exhausted and exhausted, just like Dry bones.

Ah Lan did leave behind a severed finger that contained a trace of his origin, which brought him many benefits.

But this Yuanmi Allah is different!

The corpse was extremely well preserved, and the true body was so huge. It was obvious that the origin had not been completely wiped out. The big boss who slashed the sword used a very clever way to obliterate the origin of the secret god.

"I want this corpse!"

"And that treasure is mine too!"

After making up his mind, Bai Donglin felt happy. Suddenly, the surrounding void suddenly distorted, interrupting his reverie.

"Humans, are they the rats from Tahoe again?"

A long sword weeping blood, spitting out human words, the blade pointed directly at Bai Donglin.

"Curaçao, be careful, this guy is very strong."

Bai Donglin looked at the familiar voice. Isn't it the guy whose eyes were blown out by his punch just now?

"powerful?"

"Haha, let's take action together. No matter how strong he is, he is still in the eleventh realm. Can he still make a huge difference?"

Haha, I seem to be underestimated by these guys!

The corners of Bai Donglin's mouth raised, and a dangerous light shone in the depths of his slightly squinted eyes.