Chapter 1,229 Who Can Measure the Calamity? (Thanks to the Alliance Leader, the Stupid Old Man, for the 100,000 Reward)

As Gu Shaoshang opened his eyes, a purple stream of light like mercury leaking out came into view.

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

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

At this moment, everything was filled with purple energy.

"Which emperor is it...?"

Gu Shaoshang's eyes opened and closed, and amid the overflowing purple energy, he could see that one of the nine everlasting lamps on the second level was trembling continuously on the table.

Among the swaying lights like Dou, a purple hole seemed to be formed, leading to unknown time and space.

The purple meaning that keeps pouring out is transmitted from that hole.

That empty space is as small as a bean, but it seems to be infinite, and it seems to contain infinite void space.

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

In the eternal desolation, Gu Shaoshang seemed to feel the demise of Da Luo, the fall of Hunyuan, the decline and annihilation of the universe...

All disasters seem to be contained within it.

"The place of return to ruins..."

Gu Shaoshang lowered his eyes.

Under the endless sea of ​​infinite multiverses, there is a mysterious place that was created at an unknown time, and its name has been ruined.

All time and space, countless worlds, the past and the future, the place where all living things return to peace.

That place of Nirvana is very secret, everywhere, everywhere. It is said that in the endless and infinite multiverse, all universes, great realms, and acquired beings that transcend the realm of life and death, such as Daluo and Hunyuan, will all be there. Go to Guixu.

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

He and Feng Xiaozhong escaped from the cosmic sea before, and the areas they went to were only the legendary Guixu. He had never been to the real Guixu.

Of course, no one wanted to go.

Guixu is equivalent to the dark side of the endless ocean of multiverses. It is like a big millstone, which extracts the essence of ten thousand ways and serves as the foundation for the great path.

It is said that the creatures on the vast continent are the most refined souls among the ruins led by the Great Dao, inspired by them.

Those who can enter the ruins must at least be outstanding people who have surpassed the limit of longevity and jumped out of the limit of life and death.

This is also the reason why outstanding people have emerged in endlessly after ancient times, and why countless innate gods appeared explosively in the Middle Ages.

Buzz buzz~~~

As Gu Shaoshang's thoughts were turning, a majestic and powerful aura suddenly emerged from the purple spirit flowing out of the small hole in that side, instantly shaking the void of the ancestral temple.

This breath may not be so vast, but its essence is extremely lofty. If the ancestral temple world were not independent of the vast space and time, it would shake the entire vast continent at this moment!

Kakaka~~~

The void shook, as if it could not bear such overwhelming pressure, and it let out an unbearable groaning sound.

Cracks visible to the naked eye are densely packed like spider webs in the void of the ancestral temple.

"Eight Emperors!"

"The Eight Emperors are back?"

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

I saw that the ancestral temple seemed to have turned into a huge luminous body, constantly emitting endless purple energy, filling the whole world, and the blood of the extinguished human ancestors was coated with a layer of purple.

Wrath and Yellow Ox were also surprised.

The power contained in this purple meaning was so profound that it frightened them, and they couldn't help but feel the desire to worship in their hearts.

"Eight Emperors."

Gu Shaoshang's sleeves and robes swayed slightly, and the whole area of ​​the ancestral temple shook together, eliminating many void cracks on it.

The return of the Eight Emperors should not be exposed, otherwise extremely terrifying things will happen.

Fortunately, the heavenly secrets of the vast continent are chaotic, and many Daluo ways are entangled under the avenue. Even Hunyuan or even stronger existences cannot deduce the specific details.

Otherwise, even if the Demon Emperor is injured, he will most likely take action!

Boom! !

The ancestral temple was shaking in the void, and Gu Shaoshang's sleeves and robes were constantly moving, colliding with the invisible fluctuations and making a series of explosion sounds.

In the courtyard of the shocked ancestral temple, Angry fell down from an old tree, with a look of pain on its face.

Although the two of them were already tyrannical beings from the Nine Heavens of Gods and Demons, they could not withstand these terrifying sound waves.

It was up to the bald bird and the old turtle to protect Niu and Peng. Otherwise, the sound of the collision would have killed them on the spot.

Buzz buzz~~~

After a long time, the invisible fluctuations completely disappeared, and the boundless purple spirit pouring out of love flowed back toward the ancestral temple, converging on the eight ever-burning lamps on the second level of the case.

In the first ever-bright lamp on the left hand, it transformed into an extremely tiny little man shrouded in purple light, whose face could not be seen clearly.

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

Although the aura is indifferent and distant, it is not necessarily very powerful.

"...Is it that big?"

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

"Shut up!"

The old turtle under the tree was startled, couldn't help but shouted, and knocked the bald bird to the ground with a mouthful of saliva.

This poisonous-tongued bird was so bold that it dared to be rude in front of the Eight Emperors.

"What year is it today?"

In the faint purple meaning, from the ever-burning lamp, an ancient voice full of meaning of time came out:

"Where's Cang Wu?"

"The high priest has fallen."

Gu Shaoshang's eyes were calm and he answered.

He was not very surprised by the Eight Emperors' state.

As strong as Taoist Hongjun, he was extremely weak when he just returned. Although the Eight Emperors are also Hunyuan beings, they are far inferior to Taoist Hongjun.

It's incredible to be at your peak as soon as you come back.

"Cangwu fell?"

The ancient voice paused slightly, and the purple light faintly faded, revealing a young man with a high crown, broad belt, and an ancient face.

The young man's body was only as small as a little finger, but in Gu Shaoshang's perception, he was like a majestic sacred mountain, with an extremely heavy aura.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, with a touch of touch: "His cultivation level is no less than mine, how can Fang Shengsheng make him fall?"

"Demon Emperor."

Gu Shaoshang lowered his eyes.

"Demon Emperor? Could it be the emperor of the demon clan?"

The young man was quite surprised: "The demon clan is just a small clan that was born at the end of mythology, when the vastness cracked. It was once sheltered by my human race, and it was like a beast and a horse. How could such a existence be born?"

In the vast continent, in the endless years before the mythical era, the world was dominated by the human race and the Cang race.

Be it the Monster Clan or other major clans, they were all born far earlier than the Human Clan and the Cang Clan.

In ancient times, the demon race was extremely weak and was protected by the human race. This man naturally knew it.

Gu Shaoshang did not hide anything and briefly told the major events that happened in ancient times.

He had been living in ruins for many years. Although he returned at this time, he had hit rock bottom and could not fully understand everything.

"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 the Cang Continent touched the Great Dao, but also because of the high priest's guidance of burning incense for millions and tens of millions of years.

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

"In the Ruins of Gui, the great roads are in conflict, and our way no longer exists. Although the essence remains unchanged, it will take at least a hundred thousand years to return to the top."

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

"Within a hundred thousand years, the Cang Continent will inevitably come, but before that, disasters will come first."

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

"One hundred thousand years?"

Young Master Gu moved in sadness.

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

"Yes, one hundred thousand years."

Tai nodded slightly and said: "The Cangzhi Continent and the Cangwu Continent are originally one, and they can still be brought together despite the endless time and space. At this time, they can be said to be very close at hand. It may not even be a hundred thousand years ago."

At the end of the Age of Mythology, Human Ancestor Xi and Cang Ancestor fought a decisive battle to separate the vast continent.

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

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

"As for disasters, countless old immortals have returned. Without the power to suppress everything, disasters are almost inevitable."

Tai looked into the void. In his eyes, the vast world outside the great boundary of Fang Ancestral Temple was full of calamity.

"Measure the calamity."

Gu Shaoshang nodded slightly.

He can naturally sense the calamity in the vast continent.

The so-called calamity energy is not a physical object, and it has nothing to do with the Dao, heaven and earth.

Those who fall upon the Great Dao are disasters, such as wind, water, and fire. These are the three disasters, which are the calamities that the Great Dao brings upon the universe and the world itself.

And measuring calamities is man-made.

The so-called calamity energy, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, is like cause and effect, like grudges, but it is the evil energy of resentment accumulated by many sacred and endless creatures in a powerful enough world.

It is like an active volcano that is constantly accumulating. Once it detonates, it will be earth-shattering.

The existence of great tribulation is not a secret among many innate gods.

After the Middle Ages, great competitions among all races were held to some extent as a means to eliminate calamity.

At this time, Gu Shaoshang naturally knew this.

However, the heart is the most complex thing in the world. The calamity can be delayed, but it cannot be eliminated.

What is supposed to come will always come.

Especially the return of these ancient powers, what they brought back was their past grudges and tribulations.

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

After all, thousands of innate sacred races have been born in the vast continent, even though many of them were completely wiped out in time and space.

But even if one tenth can come back, it is already an extremely terrible thing.

"Procrastinating and measuring calamity will not help. What is supposed to come will eventually come."

Tai's eyes narrowed and he sighed slightly:

"But I don't know when the calamity started and whose hands it was..."

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

It is difficult to take the lead.

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