As early as when White Eyebrows began to condense the two energies in the Haotian Mirror, he had a bad feeling. The old cunning fellow was very clever. Having experienced countless battles and life-and-death situations, he had already judged that the Haotian Mirror might show signs of collapse in the Jade Emperor's remains.
As White Eyebrows condensed the magic seal, he saw the remains of the Jade Emperor about to step out of the Arc de Triomphe. Xu Long had personally tested the power of the energy in the Haotian Mirror and knew it all too well.
Therefore, in this critical moment, he still prepared to make a strategic detour. As for the White Eyebrows ' magic seal, that was reserved for the Jade Emperor's remains, and had nothing to do with him.
However, Xu Long fled in the opposite direction to White Eyebrows. After the Dharma Seal appeared and the Jade Emperor's remains stepped out of the Arc de Triomphe, the oppressive feeling on his body suddenly eased. At this moment, Xu Long transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the interior of the Arc de Triomphe!
White Eyebrows and Haotian Mirror fought desperately in the small world, battling the remnants of the Jade Emperor and resisting the will of the Great Emperor to the very end, but they never truly entered the Arc de Triomphe.
Xu Long watched the battle from within the spatial barrier, from inside the small world, and from beneath the Arc de Triomphe, before finally seizing the opportunity to enter the ancient doorway.
Xu Long didn't dare to stop after entering the Arc de Triomphe. He knew the power of White Eyebrows's last magic seal. He entered the gate because his intuition told him that he could only survive in the dark depths, since he didn't have the Haotian Mirror to protect him.
Behind this triumphal arch, there was something else that seemed to be attracting him. In this small world in the void, Xu Long had already witnessed all sorts of strange things, but he had never explored what lay beyond this archway.
The tremor in his heart did not all come from the remains of the Jade Emperor. Behind the ancient doorway was a dark place, a place that even the Haotian Mirror could not illuminate. Xu Long fearlessly rushed into the depths of the darkness, where there seemed to be a voice calling to him.
A "click-click" sound rang out in the quiet void, and the darkness in Xu Long was illuminated in an instant. He saw the scene in front of him, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
Below the Arc de Triomphe, a deafening roar erupted after the light, and chaotic energy, twisted to its extreme, shot skyward.
A massive magic seal bloomed into a huge tree canopy in the Jade Emperor's remains, with needles emerging from the canopy and runes spreading out in his palm. A burst of intense light, carrying extremely violent energy, exploded in the air.
The darkness overhead was instantly dispelled, and the remains of the Jade Emperor, which had been dormant in the darkness for countless years, were now fully exposed to the light of the Haotian Mirror. The violent energy that surged forth made the light impossible to erase in an instant.
As the light spread, surging energy enveloped the entire small world. The figure in the ruins beneath the Arc de Triomphe paused slightly, and then the original appearance of this world appeared in his eyes.
A violent surge of energy erupted from the confined space, spreading outwards with immense light. Centered on the Arc de Triomphe, the light instantly dispelled the darkness that had lingered in the void for countless years.
The collapsed walls and ruins on the ground trembled, and a powerful energy covered the entire small world. The light of the Haotian Mirror Seal was like a wave, carrying energy and covering everything in front of it.
The cracking sounds echoed endlessly in the small world. The originally dark gray ground peeled away its outer layer, and the stone pillars and statues trembled from the impact of energy.
Then, with a series of tremors, pieces of dark gray outer shell peeled off, revealing the original appearance of the ruins that had been weathered for hundreds of millions of years.
A surge of energy erupted within the small world, causing everything on the earth to tremble. As the light and energy of the Haotian Mirror swept across, everything in the small world shed its dark gray outer shell, revealing its true nature, which had been concealed for countless years.
As countless rays of light refracted, a magnificent golden miniature world appeared before the remains of the Jade Emperor.
The ground beneath my feet is made of neat, uniform square bricks, the broken walls in front of me are made of ancient jade, the rows of stone pillars shimmer with golden light under the illumination, and the faces of the stone statues, once stripped of their outer garments, were once vivid and lifelike.
However, the golden jade pillars no longer had the layers of golden gauze curtains, the eyes of the standing stone statues had lost their former brilliance, the broken walls on the ground could no longer hang high in the clouds, and the golden bricks that paved the road no longer had the celestial aura that once crisscrossed them.
The light in the void was like the sun, its dazzling sharpness piercing through the darkness above the Arc de Triomphe. With a muffled thud, a massive body crashed to the ground. The Jade Emperor's remains, which were shrouded in darkness, were overturned by the violent energy within the seal.
However, even such a close-range burst of energy could not dispel the darkness surrounding it. In the instant it fell to the ground, a golden triumphal arch was reflected in its enormous eyes, and on the arch's colonnade, several ancient and profound seal script characters could be seen.
The Jade Emperor's remains, shrouded in darkness, stared at the ancient seal script, seemingly pondering something from the past. After its massive body collapsed, it seemed unable to rise again, remaining motionless in the shadows, appearing somewhat eerie.
However, the darkness that enveloped his entire body quickly spread out, and the golden light above the Arc de Triomphe was instantly submerged by the heavy darkness. As the violent energy of the magic seal spread out, it overturned the remains of the Jade Emperor.
After unleashing all its energy, the darkness in the void quickly took over the small world, as if this were the Eternity theme of the small world, not to be altered in the slightest.
The magnificent little world was once again submerged in darkness, as if a treasure trove had sunk to the bottom of the sea in an instant, burying countless stories deep within. The desolation of the little world once again permeated the air.
The broken jade pillar, the towering statues, the neat rows of bricks, the majestic triumphal arch—countless beings once lived in this small world, and perhaps they too were deeply awestruck by its magnificent splendor.
But under the erosion of time, the once boundless golden land was forgotten, the once exquisite architectural complex was buried, the place where the gods once lived was no longer radiant, and the ancient inscriptions were all obscured by the ebb and flow of time. Countless years of time have pushed this small world into the void.
Throughout history, it has drifted and wandered, its glory buried in darkness and its past submerged in the ebb and flow of time.
And yet, by some twist of fate, during one of a traveler's journeys, he finally reunited with his nemesis from a past life.
Two faint lights flickered in the darkness of the small world. These were the eyes of the Jade Emperor's remains, which were staring at his palm, where a tiny needle was emitting a faint light.
The Emperor's will swept out from within, and the small world floating in the void suddenly stopped. A rumbling sound resounded in the void, and countless world fragments on the periphery were stopped by a huge energy, thus halting their movement.
Then, as the fragments of the world gradually gathered, the entire small world became a whole. As a surge of immense energy erupted in the void, the vast small world began to surge in one direction.
A massive spatial flow quietly appeared in the void, enveloping the small world and causing it to gradually become blurred.
In the dim light, two faint eyes focused on a certain direction. The needle in its hand was put away, and the tiny movement of an ant behind the Arc de Triomphe seemed to have no impact on its current plan.
A tremendous light burst forth above Xu Long, and then, with that brief burst of light, he stared intently at a hill before him.
What is called a hill is actually just a tombstone, but its size is so enormous that it always evokes a sense of insignificance when one stands in front of it.
Before White Eyebrows retreated, Xu Long began a strategic detour, fleeing in the opposite direction from White Eyebrows, passing the Arc de Triomphe and heading into the darkness.
After searching for a long time in the darkness, following the light emanating from the magic seal, Xu Long finally arrived at the place that had stirred his heart: beneath this enormous tombstone.
The massive tombstone stands behind the Arc de Triomphe, shrouded in deep darkness. For countless years, it has been accompanied only by the ebb and flow of time, and like the surrounding buildings, it is covered with a thick layer of dust, giving it a dark gray appearance.
The tombstone stands in the air, supported at its base by the back of a ferocious beast that resembles a giant tortoise with short limbs, a dragon's head, and a snake's tail.
The ferocious beast's hideous face was directly facing the Arc de Triomphe. Xu Long realized that the tombstone was directly facing the Arc de Triomphe, and the entire route they had taken was along a central axis. Looking at the ferocious beast supporting the tombstone, a glint flashed in Xu Long's eyes.
"Perhaps this tombstone was originally born on the back of this ferocious beast!" Xu Long couldn't help but think to himself.
He then focused his gaze on the inscription. The enormous tombstone stood on the back of the ferocious beast, and the inscription was covered with many ancient and obscure characters.
When Xu Long saw this inscription, he suddenly remembered the ancient seal script characters on the Arc de Triomphe's bridge. These two scripts were exactly the same, yet he didn't recognize the characters on this tombstone. Why did he feel such a strong unease?
Following the lingering light of the Haotian Mirror seal, Xu Long slowly searched the tombstone with his eyes. He found that the closer he got to the tombstone, the stronger the tremor in his heart became.
What kind of text is recorded on this stele? Who wrote it? Buried in darkness for tens of thousands of years, it has reappeared in the light. And why am I the first to see this stele...?
The countless doubts in Xu Long's heart settled down when his palm touched the tombstone. The tombstone, which had been silent for countless years, transmitted some information through his palm. The will of the Haotian Mirror remaining in Xu Long's soul suddenly trembled, and then invisible rays of light burst forth from his soul.
The will within the Haotian Mirror was sensed; different information was entering Xu Long's soul. The intense threat caused it to erupt within its soul, while Xu Long's heart gradually calmed down as he sensed the information emanating from the tombstone.
It contains Hundun world, a vast and desolate land, a murky heaven and earth, dark days and nights, a world where stars cannot be seen, and a yesterday where the light is nowhere to be found.
The spiritual energy of the entire world was abnormally chaotic, and the rules of the entire world were abnormally broken. On the earth, demons led beasts to devour people, and in the mortal world, the spiritual altar was never exposed to the light of day.
In that time of eternal night, endless darkness was the Eternity theme; in that desolate age, chaotic order was the harbinger of rise; in that collapsing world, it was the stage for gods and ambitious men.
The various contradictions of ancient times accumulated to a certain point and then suddenly erupted.
The war between gods, the struggle between forces, involves both enticement and deception, bewitchment and scheming.
The once stable order was destroyed, the once immortal glory was erased, the once high and mighty beings were brought down from their pedestals, and the once invincible races were wiped out one by one.
The once authentic written language has been altered, the once all-seeing Heavenly Dao has been obscured, and the Creator gave birth to all things has been abandoned. As the entire world falls into depravity, the operation of the world's rules gradually ceases.
Then, amidst the chaos, blood and fire arose; amidst the violence, swords and knives emerged. Perhaps even the Creator themselves never imagined that what they had created would one day be used to annihilate them.
A new order was born from iron and blood. The once high and mighty beings fell, and the arrogant gods also had their heads fall to the ground. The original Creator of this world would pale in comparison to the new challengers.
All living beings will be thoroughly examined. Under the threat of those gleaming swords, countless subjects prostrate themselves. The sudden burst of sword light cleaves the sky, and raised hands grasp the sun and moon.
Rivers flowed again across the land, and countless demons were driven to the wilderness to fend for themselves. For the first time, a campfire appeared in the darkness, and from then on, the firelight dispelled the gloom and the fear in people's hearts.
A new order is born from chaos, a new Creator is born from ambition, the darkness that once shrouded the world is permanently dispelled, and light no longer hesitates to bestow itself upon humanity.
The world's rules, which had been suspended, began to operate again. The new will of the Creator became the Heavenly Dao. After countless conflicts and wars, the light born in blood and sword regained the upper hand, and a stable order continued. Darkness could only remain in a very few places.
The Power of Laws of heaven and earth begins to gather, burying everything from the past. A new Creator is born, and a new era for humanity is about to begin!
Having experienced life and death, chaos and stability, the collapse and reconstruction of order, Xu Long's emotions fluctuated like a roller coaster ride, before gradually calming down amidst a sea of fire.
Although he didn't know the ancient seal script engraved on the tombstone, he understood from the information conveyed by the tombstone that it should be the tombstone of the Creator, and the various events inside should be the Creator's past.
Xu Long had killed the Jade Emperor's projection, so he knew that the master of this small world should be the Jade Emperor. If the inscription on this tombstone recorded what it had seen and heard, then the enormous remains beneath the Arc de Triomphe were also its...