despair.
Dead silence.
Grief.
This is the main theme of Primordial World at this moment.
Yang Jian knelt on the edge of Ruins. His eyes were empty. All the tears were shed. Only blood was left on his face.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the charred land, but his hand stopped halfway.
He is afraid.
He was afraid of disturbing the only dream that was sleeping here.
Nezha was huddled not far away. His little body was motionless. His whole body had lost its color.
Kong Xuan and others were also in a daze. Dao Heart was covered in dust. Cultivation, who was dressed in an earth-shattering outfit, actually started to retreat at this moment.
They lost.
Completely defeated.
Not even a spark of hope was left.
Among the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun, the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper.
He enjoyed this moment.
Enjoy these once arrogant monsters showing this despair and helplessness in front of him.
He is not even in a hurry to continue destroying the world.
He wants these people to slowly die along with this old world in endless pain and regret. Decay.
This is the result of being an enemy of him.
However.
Just when everyone thought everything was a done deal.
Changes occur suddenly.
The charred Ruins center that had been bombarded by Purple Firmament Divine Thunder. That area of absolute nothingness where all Law and matter had been erased.
A soft white light that was so weak that it was almost invisible suddenly lit up.
This ray of white light is extremely small.
It fell into the dark and dead Primordial World like a speck of dust.
But it does exist.
Existing in that void where nothing should exist.
"Huh?"
The smile on the Purple Heaven Palace. Hongjun's face stopped.
His brows immediately furrowed.
He stared closely at the white light in Mysterious Light Mirror. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
How is that possible.
Under his full blow that combined the power of Heavenly Dao Origin and World-Destroying Millstone. How could anything still survive?
Not to mention a ray of light, even a particle of Chaos Stubborn Stone should be completely decomposed into nothingness.
It's not just him.
Yang Jian. Nezha. And those Ruined Temple Disciple who had fallen into despair seemed to have sensed something.
Their empty eyes turned hard and slowly looked towards the center of Ruins.
Immediately afterwards.
In Hongjun's pupils that suddenly contracted.
Under the unbelievable gazes of Yang Jian and others, as well as Primordial World and all the great powers.
The white light began to spread outward.
Wherever it passed, the charred black Ruins filled with Law of Destruction dissipated as quickly as the filth was Purification.
The violently twisted space that was constantly growing and dying seemed to be smoothed by an invisible hand and became smooth again.
A small piece of pure land, no more than three feet in diameter, appeared out of thin air in the center of that piece of Destruction.
And above the pure land.
A dilapidated and ancient temple, like a small temple that has been forgotten by time for hundreds of millions of years. It hangs quietly in the void.
In perfect condition.
Even the cobwebs in the corner were not messy at all.
The Purple Firmament Thunder Pillar that penetrated the world just now seemed to have just fallen into another dimension.
"This... this is impossible!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun. The being who fits Heavenly Dao and is immortal. The moment he saw the small temple, he suddenly stood up from the futon.
His face showed horror and fear for the first time.
His strongest blow.
A blow that was enough to erase Sage and Dao Fruit.
This small temple was actually unscathed.
What kind of temple is this?
What exactly is it made of?
Its existence has overturned Hongjun, and even the entire Primordial World's understanding of matter and Law.
The ones who are more excited than Hongjun are Yang Jian and others.
"The temple is still there!"
"Master's temple is still there!"
Yang Jian's dead eyes instantly burst into the ecstasy of surviving the disaster.
He stood up and crawled to the ground, and rushed towards the small temple suspended in the void like crazy.
Nezha. Kong Xuan. Three Xiao.
Everyone is returning from hell to earth at this moment.
As long as the temple remains.
As long as Master and Daoist Sanctuary are still there.
That means there is still hope for everything.
However.
The next moment.
They all stopped.
Because they heard a voice.
A voice that was so clear and heart-wrenching.
Click.
The sound came from the small dilapidated temple.
From the clay sculpture Divine Statue enshrined on the shrine.
Under everyone's gaze.
The layer of cracked soil on the surface of the clay statue that had never changed began to peel off piece by piece.
Click. Click.
The rate of peeling is getting faster and faster.
Pieces of dirt kept falling off Divine Statue's forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest.
And under those layers of peeling soil.
What was revealed was no longer the deep purple-gold light before.
It is a kind of light that cannot be described in words, cannot be looked at directly, and cannot be perceived with Divine Sense.
That is the source of Tao.
That is the end of the law.
That is the true existence beyond this world. Beyond this Chaos.
As the last piece of soil fell from Divine Statue's eyebrows.
One is sitting cross-legged.
Eyes closed.
The treasure is solemn.
But it also seems to contain the True Form of Universe's birth and death and eternity Reincarnation.
Finally revealed to the world.
Boom.
True Form The moment when it appears.
An indescribable supreme will awakened from the temple.
Instantly enveloped the entire Primordial World.
Purple Heaven Palace Medium.
Hongjun is like being hit hard.
A mouthful of purple gold Sage Blood was suddenly squirted out.
There was only shock on his face.
"You... what are you..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
In that Ruined Temple.
That statue reveals the existence of True Form.
Those eyes that have been closed for eternity.
Finally slowly opened it.