C1461 You've Worked Hard over the Years
C1461 You've Worked Hard over the Years
"In the past, I didn't have any memories when I was in a state of confusion, but now that a genius like me has already condensed into a form, I can still remember something based on my memory. " It's like the Demonic Beasts from the Demonic Beast, the grades of prison practitioners, and so on. I heard them from the prison practitioners in the gray cave. Now, I can slowly recall them. "
As if a glimmer of hope had appeared, Zhao Quan eagerly asked, "Then do you have an impression of it from tens of thousands of years ago? For example, what was the world of cultivators at that time? Did anything happen in the world?"
"I know what you want to ask, but that ancient town might be another place. It has nothing to do with us. " These few days, we just happened to bump into each other. As for what happened tens of thousands of years ago... Although I'm a genius, I really can't remember what happened back then. I only remember... In my memory, the first world was the Fire Cloud State. There were also Prison Cultivators. "
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Zhao Quan was silent. The light of hope was extinguished in an instant.
"What is that? It seems like there is a person on that platform!"
The small rock suddenly cried out. Zhao Quan followed its small hand and looked over. In front of him, there was a stone platform that was surrounded by dense fog. And on that stone platform, it seemed like there really was a person standing there with his arms wide open. Shaking his feet, Zhao Quan quickly ran towards the stone platform.
Looking at the stone platform from afar, only when he came closer did he realize that it was actually a square limestone altar that was eighty feet long and nine feet wide from the ground.
Above the altar, the lingering mist emitted seven colored rays of light under the refraction of the sunlight. It created a dreamlike dreamlike scene in this place, as if one had ascended into a fairyland. Around the altar... Eight stone statues of flood dragons were connected to the altar and the earth, and their heads were on the altar. The dragon's tail was buried deep into the ground. Every Flood Dragon was lifelike. It was as if blood had spilled onto its body, and it would rise into the air. A howl that could shake the Heavens.
On the altar stood a withered white skeleton. The skeleton opened its arms, and its pitch-black eye sockets looked up at the sky.
Although it was only a skeleton, it made people feel that it really had a life of its own.
In the instant Zhao Quan looked at the skeleton, he seemed to have seen many scenes.
The majestic man spread out his hands and looked up at the sky. Two golden arrows shot out from his eyes. It pierced through the sky, causing the surrounding space to become chaotic. Cracks appeared everywhere. He let out a furious roar, his voice shaking the heavens and earth. It even surpassed time and resounded throughout the ancient times and the future. The eight tribes of Heavenly Dragons... The heads of the dragons knelt on the ground, their lantern-like eyes closed. Fist-sized tears of blood rolled down.
The majestic man's roar echoed throughout the past, present, and future as if it was an order. The eight groups of heavenly dragons opened their bloody mouths and madly devoured the majestic man's life source energy. After passing through the tunnel formed by the dragon's body, they poured it into the blood-soaked ground...
Time rotated, and time changed.
The majestic man's flesh slowly split open, just like a broken glass mirror.
The autumn wind carried his body piece by piece. He landed on the black ground that was soaked in blood and turned into a tree. He turned into a flower, into a bird. He turned into a river, into a mountain. They turned into forests, turned into all things in the world. Only that golden skeleton that was like an immortal treasure or divine artifact remained. An eternal existence. As the flesh and blood of the eight groups of spiritual beings faded away, they withered away. They turned into limestone sculptures that would forever accompany the majestic man in every direction.
Eventually, one day, an old man whose body was rotting like a zombie appeared.
The old man's body was covered in dirt, and on his forehead, pieces of rotten flesh hung out, revealing his pale and miserable frontal bone. The elder's face was expressionless as he stepped onto the altar with great effort. Then, he quietly watched that golden skeleton.
After a long time, the rotting elder touched his withered hand onto the skeleton's arm bone. It was as if he was shaking hands, and the rotten hand was tightly connected to the arm bone.
The rotting old man muttered in a low voice, "You've worked hard."