Projection of the Heavens

As Gu Shaoshang opened his eyes, a purple streamer like mercury spilling into the ground came into view.

More than seventy years were just a flick of a finger for him, but the purple meaning in the ancestral temple became more and more dazzling, filling the entire ancestral temple like substance.

The ancestral temple is outside the time and space of the avenue, and it is self-contained. It seems small, but it is almost infinite.

At this moment, they were all filled with purple energy.

"Which emperor is..."

Gu Shaoshang's eyes opened and closed, and in the overflowing purple air, you could see that one of the nine lights in the second layer was vibrating continuously on top of the table.

In the flickering lights of Rudou, a purple void seemed to form, leading to an unknown time and space.

The purple meaning that poured out continuously was transmitted from the void on that side.

That one side is as small as a bean, but it seems to be infinite, and it seems to contain an infinite void space inside.

Just by looking at it, Gu Shaoshang could feel an ancient desolation coming towards his face.

In the desolation of the ancient times, Gu Shaoshang seemed to feel the demise of Daluo, the fall of Hunyuan, the decline and demise of the universe...

All calamities seem to be in it.

"The Land of Return to the Ruins..."

Gu Shaoshang lowered his eyes.

Beneath the endless infinite multiverse sea, there is a mysterious place where one does not know when it came into being, and its name belongs to the ruins.

All time and space, countless worlds, past and future, all living beings return to silence.

That side of the place of loneliness is very secretive, ubiquitous, ubiquitous, it is said that in the endless infinite multiverse, all the universe, the great world, the acquired spirits beyond the realm of life and death, Daluo, Hunyuan, will all be Go to Huixu.

This point was also calculated by Gu Shaoshang from Xuanyuan's few words.

Before he and Feng Xiaozhong escaped from the sea of ​​​​cosmos, the area he went to was only outside the legendary return to the ruins, and he had not been to the real return to the ruins.

Of course, no one wants to go.

Returning to the Ruins is equivalent to the dark side of the endless infinite multiverse sea, like a large grinding disc, with all the essences, and it is considered as the resources of the Dao.

It is said that the living beings on the vast continent are the most quintessential souls in the return to the ruins inspired by the Dao, and they are inspired.

Those who can enter the return to the ruins are at least the outstanding people who have surpassed the limit of lifespan and jumped out of the limit of life and death in a world.

This is also the reason for the endless emergence of outstanding people in the vast vastness after the ancient times, and the explosive appearance of countless innate sacredness in the Middle Ages.

buzzing~~~

As Gu Shaoshang's thoughts turned, in the small void on that side, in the overflowing purple meaning, a stalwart and tyrannical aura suddenly emerged, which instantly shook the void of the ancestral temple.

This breath is not necessarily so vast, but its essence is extremely high. If the Great Ancestral Temple is not independent of the vast space and time, it will shake the entire vast continent at this moment!

Kaka Kaka~~~

The void vibrated, as if it could not bear such a tyrannical pressure, and let out an unbearable moan.

The cracks visible to the naked eye are densely packed like cobwebs in the void of the ancestral temple.

"Eight Emperors!"

"The Eight Emperors have returned?"

In the courtyard of the ancestral temple, the bald bird and the old turtle were shocked and stuck their heads out.

I saw that the ancestral temple seemed to have become a huge luminous body, constantly emitting endless purple meaning, flooding this great world, and the blood of the extinct ancestors was plated with a layer of purple.

Anger and scalpers were also taken aback.

The power contained in this purple meaning is extremely deep, making them daunted, and they couldn't help but feel the meaning of worship in their hearts.

"Eight emperors."

Gu Shaoshang's sleeve robe swayed slightly, and the great world of Fangzu Temple shook simultaneously, eliminating many void cracks on it.

The matter of the return of the Eight Emperors should not be exposed, otherwise it will lead to extremely terrifying things.

Fortunately, the heavenly secrets of the vast continent are chaotic, and many ways of Da Luo are entangled under the avenues. Even the existence of Hunyuan and even stronger ones cannot deduce specific heels.

Otherwise, even if the demon emperor is wounded, he is very likely to attack!

Boom! !

The ancestral temple vibrated in the void, and Gu Shaoshang's sleeve robe was constantly tilted, and under the collision with the invisible fluctuation, a series of explosions sounded.

In the courtyard of Zhen's ancestral temple, an angry head was planted from the old tree, and a look of pain appeared on the face of the ox.

Although the two of them are already tyrannical existences of the gods and demons, they can't resist these terrifying sound waves.

It was the Bald Bird and the Old Tortoise who took action to protect one cow and one peng, otherwise, the sound of the collision would be enough to shock him on the spot.

buzzing~~~

After a long time, the invisible fluctuations completely disappeared, and the boundless purple stream of love poured out of the stream back toward the ancestral temple, gathering on the second stage of the case, on the eight ever-bright lamps.

In the first ever-bright lamp on the left hand, it turned into an extremely tiny little man shrouded in purple light, unable to see his face clearly.

It's like a fire in the human world, but the size of a little finger.

Although the breath is indifferent and lofty, it is not necessarily so powerful.

"...So big?"

Seeing this scene clearly, the bird was greatly disappointed: "It's not even the size of a bug..."

"To shut up!"

The old tortoise under the tree was startled, couldn't help shouting loudly, and knocked the bald bird to the ground with a sip of saliva.

This poison-tongued bird is so daring, it dares to be rude in front of the Eight Emperors.

"What year is it today?"

In the faint purple meaning, from the ever-bright lamp, came an ancient voice full of vicissitudes of life:

"Where's Cangwu?"

"The high priest has fallen."

Gu Shaoshang's eyes were calm and he replied.

He is not very surprised by the state of the Eight Emperors.

As strong as Daoist Hongjun, when he just returned, he was weak to the limit. Although the Eight Emperors also existed in Primordial Primordial, but compared to Daoist Hongjun, it was greatly inferior.

Once you return, you will be at the peak, which is incredible.

"Cangwu has fallen?"

The ancient voice stagnated for a while, and the purple light faded away, revealing a young man with a tall crown and an ancient face.

The young man's body was no more than the size of his little finger, but in the sense of Gu Shaoshang, he was like a towering mountain, and his breath was extremely heavy.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, with a touch of touch: "His cultivation is no less than mine, and he is holy, can he fall?"

"Demon Emperor."

Gu Shaoshang lowered his eyes.

"The demon emperor? Could it be the emperor of the demon clan?"

The young man was quite surprised: "The demon clan is just the end of the myth, a small clan that was born when the vastness was cracked, and it was once sheltered under my human clan. Like cattle and horses, such an existence was actually born?"

The vast continent, in the endless years before the age of myths, was dominated by the human race and the blue race.

Even the demon clan, as well as the other big clans, were not born earlier than the human clan and the blue clan.

In ancient times, the demon clan was extremely weak and sheltered under the human clan. This one naturally knew it.

Gu Shaoshang did not hide it, and briefly explained the major events that happened after the ancient times.

He had been in ruins for many years, and although he returned at this time, he fell to the bottom of the valley and could not know everything.

"In less than a chaotic time..."

The young man shook his head slightly and sighed.

They were able to return so quickly, not only because the arrival of Cangzhi Continent touched the Dao, but also because of the guidance of the High Priest's burning incense for millions of years and tens of millions of years.

Otherwise, even if the eight of him join forces and want to return, at least a dozen Chaos, or even longer.

"In returning to the ruins, the avenues are chaotic, and the way of me does not exist. Although the essence remains unchanged, it will take at least 100,000 years to return to the peak."

Tai lowered his gaze, looked at Gu Shaoshang, and said:

"Within 100,000 years, the Continent of Cang will surely come, and before that, the calamity will come first."

Tai swept across the void of the ancestral temple and seemed to have caught something, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"One hundred thousand years?"

Gu Shao moved in sadness.

One hundred thousand years is too short. For many saints, it is just a time of retreat.

"Yes, one hundred thousand years."

Tai nodded slightly and said, "The Cang Continent and the Vast Continent are originally one, and they can still be drawn from an endless time and space. At this time, it can be said to be close at hand, a hundred thousand years, maybe not yet."

At the end of the age of mythology, Ren Zuxi and Cangzu fought a decisive battle against the vast continent.

But the origin of the two has never changed. The closer they are, the faster the fusion.

With the blessing of the Dao, this process is irreversible.

"As for calamities, countless old people will return without death, and without the power to suppress everything, calamities are almost inevitable."

Tai looked at the void, and in his eyes, the vast world outside the Fangzu Temple was full of calamity.

"Quantitative calamity."

Gu Shaoshang nodded slightly.

He can naturally perceive the calamity in the vast continent.

The so-called robbery is not a real object, and it has nothing to do with the world.

Those who descend on the Dao are disasters, such as fengshui and fire. These are the three disasters, and they are the dooms when the Dao descends on the universe itself.

And measuring the calamity is man-made.

The so-called calamity ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is like cause and effect, like grievances, it is the resentment accumulated by many sacred and endless creatures in a big enough world that is tyrannical enough.

Just like an active volcano that keeps accumulating on one side, once it detonates, it will be earth-shattering.

The existence of the catastrophe is not a secret among many innate sanctities.

After the Middle Ages, the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Clans, to a certain extent, was also a means to eliminate calamity.

At this time, Gu Shaoshang naturally knew this.

However, the mind is the most complicated thing between heaven and earth, the calamity can be delayed, but it cannot be eliminated.

What should come, always come.

Especially the return of these ancient powers, what they brought back, as well as their former grievances and calamities.

Just like cooking oil on fire, it will infinitely accelerate the outbreak of catastrophe.

After all, there were thousands of innate and sacred races that were born in the vast continent, even if many were completely wiped out in time and space.

But even if one tenth could come back, it would be an extremely scary thing.

"Procrastination doesn't help, and what should come will always come."

Tai's eyes narrowed, and he sighed slightly:

"But I don't know, when the calamity began, and from whose hands..."

He is not at the peak, but he cannot deduce who started the calamity.

Difficult to take the lead.

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