despair.
It is a chill deeper than death.
It climbed up Yang Jian's spine, freezing his flesh and blood, and also freezing his Divine Soul.
He knelt on the edge of the charred Ruins.
The pair of Heavenly Eye that once penetrated Nine Nether and saw through the illusion are now empty and withered, unable to shine any more light.
The tears have dried up.
Only blood and mud marks were left, carving two ravines of grief on his resolute face.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling, wanting to touch the land that had been plowed repeatedly by Purple Firmament Divine Thunder.
There was once his home.
But his hand stopped three inches above the ground.
He is afraid.
I'm afraid that if I touch it, I will shatter the last bit of dreams I have sleeping here.
Not far away, Nezha was curled up in the void, its small body motionless.
The unruly Demon Flame has been extinguished, and Fire-Tipped Spear and Universe Ring are scattered aside, dim.
He hugged his knees and buried his face in them. An uncontrollable sob came from his throat, and his thin shoulders twitched.
His sky has fallen.
The man who gave him a candy and told him to do whatever he wanted to do, and if the sky fell, he would be there to hold him up, he was gone.
Kong Xuan This Ancient Times Phoenix Clan prince, a strong man who has been aloof all his life, also lost his mind at this moment.
His whole body Five-Colored Divine Light was flickering in and out, so dilapidated that it would go out at any moment.
His Dao Heart was already covered with cracks the moment the lightning pillar fell.
Zhao Gongming.
Three Xiao.
Xiaotian Dog.
All Ruined Temple Disciple fell into the same silence.
They are all Tongtian thoroughly Cultivation, and they are all transcendent Primordial World and supreme Divine Ability. At this moment, they all became the sharpest irony.
He can't even defend his own home and Master.
What's the use of having this Cultivation?
Despair spread from them, covering Nine Provinces and the entire Primordial World.
Purple Heaven Palace in.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at Yang Jian and others in Mysterious Light Mirror who were grief-stricken and completely collapsed, and the corners of his lips finally raised.
A cold yet cheerful smile appeared on his eternally unchanged face.
He enjoys this moment.
Enjoy these once arrogant monsters who have repeatedly challenged his majesty, showing their despair in front of him.
He was not even in a hurry to continue urging World-Destroying Millstone.
What he wants to see is not just death.
And Dao Heart shattered.
He wants these people to slowly decay and die together with this old world in endless pain and regret.
This is the fate of being an enemy of Heavenly Dao.
However.
Just when everyone thought everything was a done deal.
Just when Hongjun's smile reached its peak.
Click.
A slight but clear cracking sound sounded in the dead Primordial World world.
The sound was as small as dust falling to the ground.
But it is heavy enough to smash into the heart of every living being, every great power, and every Sage.
Among the Purple Heaven Palace, the smile on Hongjun's face stopped on the spot.
His brows furrowed, and his eyes stared at the center of the charred black Ruins in Mysterious Light Mirror.
The void area where he erased all Law and matter with one powerful blow.
Why is there a sound?
Yang Jian was kneeling on the edge of Ruins, and his body was shaken.
His empty eyes turned with difficulty, looking in the direction from which the sound came.
Click.
Another sound.
Clearer than before.
This time, everyone saw it clearly.
In the center of that void, the small dilapidated temple suspended in the air, which should have been erased together with Ruins, still stood there quietly.
In perfect condition.
Even the cobwebs in the corner were not messy at all.
The sound came from inside the temple.
It came from the ordinary clay sculpture Divine Statue enshrined on the shrine.
Hongjun eyes tightened.
The lifeless eyes of Yang Jian, Nezha and others also ignited light again.
On the surface of the clay sculpture Divine Statue, the layer of dry and cracked soil began to peel off piece by piece.
First, the eyebrows.
A small piece of mud the size of a fingernail fell off silently, and scattered into the finest fly ash in mid-air.
Then came the cheeks, the neck, and the chest.
Click!
Click!
Click!
The peeling speed is getting faster and faster, and the sound is getting denser and denser.
Hundreds of mud chunks detached from Divine Statue.
That thick shell is being broken by the unimaginable being inside.
What shines through the layers of soil is no longer the deep purple-gold light before.
That is a kind of light.
A kind of white light that cannot be described in words, cannot be carried by eyes, and cannot be touched by Divine Sense.
The light is not dazzling, but gentle.
But it also exudes the aura of the source of Tao and the end of law.
It is the only reality that transcends this world and this Chaos.
"The temple is still there!"
"Master's temple is still there!"
Yang Jian's lifeless eyes instantly burst into ecstasy and hot tears for the rest of his life.
He rolled to his feet and stood up, frantically trying to rush towards the small suspended temple.
Nezha, Kong Xuan, Three Xiao, everyone is returning from hell to the world at this moment.
As long as the temple remains.
There is still hope for everything.
But just as they were about to set off, they were stopped in place by an invisible force.
That's not confinement.
That's Supreme awe from Life Origin.
They dare not move, speak, or even breathe.
One can only look up.
Boom!
Finally, with the last piece of soil, it slowly fell from the center of Divine Statue's eyebrows.
The entire clay sculpture shell completely shattered at this moment and turned into flying ash!
Among the ashes.
A figure appeared in the world.
He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and his appearance was solemn.
Dressed in simple white clothes, spotless, without any gorgeous patterns, but containing all the colors and brilliance in the world.
That face can no longer be described as handsome or perfect.
He is the Word itself.
With one more glance, Divine Soul will be assimilated by the supreme Dao Resonance.
Unrivaled in splendor!
These four words were given real meaning the moment I saw him True Form.
At the moment when True Form became holy, an indescribable supreme will awakened from the temple and instantly enveloped the entire Primordial World.
In the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun suffered a backlash from the Daoist calamity and spit out a mouthful of purple gold Sage Blood on the spot, leaving only shock and fear on his face.
"You... what are you..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
On top of the shrine.
The statue revealed the existence of True Form and stood up from its sitting position.
Then, before those eyes that had been closed for eternity were opened.
He faced the void and the pure land smoothed by his own hands.
From Divine Altar, we took the first step.
This step falls.
Throughout Primordial World, thousands of people screamed and bowed their heads in unison!