The tombs and huts are all there.
Eternal grand plans and millenniums of laughter will all come to nothing in the end.
Yin-Yang Dharma King Clenched his fists.
His Law Power gathered like hands, and a pale will-o'-the-wisp was like a lone lamp shining through the cold night, piercing the layers of darkness.
In the darkness, there were countless male and female immortals, each sitting cross-legged, or making seals in their hands, or talking to each other, and their faces were vaguely animated.
But their eyes were closed tightly, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on their clothes and skin.
The face will not be changed by the years, but time will leave its mark.
They sat in a ring, row after row, like endless concentric circles, numbering in the tens of thousands, as if countless immortals had gathered to listen to the Patriarch's sermon.
In the center of where these corpses were sitting stood a huge bronze armillary sphere. This huge and ancient instrument was slowly rotating, its trajectory was mysterious, and it seemed to have a mysterious charm that swallowed up people's hearts.
"To be honest, after what happened that year, I was already disheartened. I was originally planning to find a secluded place to commit suicide, but fortunately there were seniors and Yellow Heaven Sect who came up to this Ci Prefecture place..."
Yin-Yang Dharma King said in a sad tone, "Let me and all my fellow disciples have a place to stay..."
Yin-Yang Dharma King is in seclusion because there is no room for anyone else in this world.
"I am not from the same group as them."
Zhongyuan looks at the chessboard.
"Senior..."
"They have all resigned themselves to their fate and are just muddle along, but I am different."
Zhongyuan looked down at the chessboard.
"Senior, the chess game is over..."
"It's not over yet with me."
Zhongyuan stands tall and tall.
"The only way to lose is to surrender. I still have time to play this game slowly."
Yin-Yang Dharma King There is only silence.
Mysterious Capital Palace, Spirit Coffin Temple, Eastern Sea, Southern Wastes, Northern Lands, Central Land, Western Kingdom, this chess game has already come to an end and is over.
It means turning these ten thousand years of obsession into wildfire, but with just a few sparks now, can it really start a prairie fire?
"To be honest, I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet senior today."
"Huh?"
"Ashamed, I always thought that senior was no longer here."
Yin-Yang Dharma King sighed, "When I followed Black Emperor, I also saw the style of my senior. When I see you today, my senior is just like he was then."
"I'm really tired of staying here for so many years."
"Don't keep the past, and don't chase what has gone."
Zhongyuan looks at the armillary sphere ahead.
"When Black Emperor created this Six Heavens Yin Instrument, he once asked me whether this treasure could be used to shape the underworld again and establish order for the ages, so that the rich would not dare to indulge, the violent would not be arrogant, the poor would know how to strengthen themselves, and the poor would find hope."
"I told her that there is no single treasure in the universe. The human heart of the world cannot be oppressed by any Divine Ability."
"She told me at that time that the human heart cannot be bullied by Divine Ability, but it can be guided by the human heart."
"I didn't take it seriously at the time. I have always thought that the human heart is like water, easy to move and restless. One moment it is clear and the next moment it is filthy. This is nature."
Zhongyuan shook his head and looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King: "After seeing you today, I understand that I was wrong back then."
"Senior..."
Yin-Yang Dharma King had a bitter taste in his mouth. At that time, this person had always been on good terms with Azure Emperor Ling Weiyang among Five Directions and Five Emperors, but his relationship with Black Emperor Zhi Guangji could not be called harmonious, and there were even quite a few quarrels.
But after thousands of years, there are only a few embers left, what kind of sect is there?
"Back then, I ascended this Ci Prefecture place together with the Yellow Heaven Sect first class. I never thought that I would fight for a way for you in this world."
Zhongyuan's eyes are far away, as if he is recalling the old days.
"The sea has changed, no matter how much effort we put in, how many ingenious ideas we have, this Ci Prefecture is constantly sinking into the sea. Compared with when we just raised it, the east coast has been swept away by waves for nearly forty miles."
"The wave of the Eastern Sea is indeed getting more violent..."
"I steal the sky and change the sun, turn the sea into mulberry fields, and turn the wasteland into beauty. Back then, I considered this Ci Prefecture to be my Divine Ability's most exquisite work, but Heavenly Dao has its own permanence. Even if I have unparalleled Daoist skills, I cannot shake the long time."
Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King.
"But with all your efforts and efforts, you are still able to protect these old friends even after thousands of years."
Zhongyuan sighed quietly, "Black Emperor The Divine Ability shown in you is much better than me. She won back then."
"Senior."
Yin-Yang Dharma King looked at Zhongyuan: "Disciple, I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore."
This proud Southern Dynasty king who had been standing proudly for who knows how long was finally unable to control himself when facing his former teacher.
"Although Nine Nether Reincarnation Art can help me continue reincarnation, after all, I am not part of the Longevity Realm. It has its own limits." Yin-Yang Dharma King prostrated on the ground and looked at Zhongyuan: "In another hundred years, my disciple will run out of oil and gas. At that time, Six Heavens Yin Instrument will have no one to guard him, and Divine Presence will appear on his own. I'm afraid these old friends..."
Yin-Yang Dharma King's figure swept over each of these remains.
"Your Majesty's treasure fell into the hands of others, and I am incompetent to keep it. But these fellow disciples... Myriad Tribulations Keep Yin Spirits from Sainthood, this is our Karmic Cause and Effect, we will take it on ourselves, but after all, we are not wrong. There is always a chance to start over."
Hot tears fell from the old ghost's eyes, dripped to the ground, and condensed into black ice.
"Since I can see my senior today, Yiyangzi dares to ask my senior to take action when the time comes. Don't let these remnants of the same sect fall into the dust and fall into the hands of those rats from Beimang, and also leave them a chance to come back."
Yin-Yang Dharma King shook his head and sighed.
"This junior is incompetent and is just a withered skeleton trapped in the grave here. The senior is the best person in this world..."
"Of course I will promise you."
Zhongyuan didn't let him continue begging. Yiyangzi, it was really too long and too long.
This reminded him of the past, the past that kept him going until now.
"You and I are alike but not alike." Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King: "We are both stubborn, but I won't ask for help."
He seemed to have touched some past that Zhongyuan didn't want to look back on, he said with a sneer.
"Because apart from yourself, there will be no other person who understands you. The universe is Primordial Wilderness, spanning a hundred thousand miles and three thousand years. The only person a person can rely on is himself."
Zhongyuan reveals a mask in his hand.
"Put it on."
Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King with burning eyes.
"Wearing it, you can deceive the world and re-enter the world outside. You will also have the opportunity to reach the Longevity Realm position."
"This is..."
"Xiangliu."
Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King: "I have no interest in Zhi Guangji's rags. If you want to keep it, just keep it yourself."
"Senior..."
"I came to you this time because I want to leave something with you."
A round of blue light flashed, and a figure sat in front of Six Heavens Yin Instrument.
Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King.
"Yiyangzi, you have to guard him."
"Could it be that this..."
"Yellow Heaven Sect and his disciples and grandchildren are working hard in Beyond the Nine Heavens, but I have invited my master back."
Zhongyuan looked at Six Heavens Yin Instrument.
This treasure was created with great effort by Black Emperor Zhi Guangji. It is also the only one among the five emperors' relics that still retains the grandeur of that year.
If Yin-Yang Dharma King hadn't worked so hard to guard it for so many years, I'm afraid he would have suffered the same fate as Azure Emperor's Treasure Garden.
Unexpectedly, now he would use the methods Zhi Guangji left behind back then. Zhongyuan laughed at himself a little. If he saw himself at that time, he would probably be despised as well.
"Myriad Tribulations Keep Yin Spirits from Sainthood, I never believe this Mysterious Capital Palace bullshit."
Zhongyuan looked at Yin-Yang Dharma King and sneered.