Sometimes, when a top-level Emperor Realm powerhouse passes, there will be an earth-shattering change in the life star where he is located.

The sky cracked, the earth sank, the ocean evaporated, and even extraterrestrial stars fell...... All this is the mourning of the stars of life for the death of their strongest heir.

And the price that needs to be paid for the manifestation of this "feeling" from the will of the planet itself is the death of the lower life on the planet.

The existence of Emperor Realms of different life levels is not the same as the degree of mourning by the will of the planet, and the consequences caused by it are completely different.

However, for all this, the will of the planet will make up for it, that is, to completely claim all the power in the corpses of the deceased top emperor realm powerhouses to create a life with a higher level and greater potential.

However, people at different heights also have different opinions about this phenomenon.

For example, in the long course of history, there are several beings who have transcended the Emperor Realm and speculated that the reason why the Will of the Living Planet would feel "sad" at the death of the Emperor Realm powerhouses at the top of each life level was because they sought an opportunity to evolve here in this kind of destruction and rebirth.

It is also said that in this case, all the living planetary wills are working together to deduce the essence of life for a certain ineffable being, and want it to achieve "rebirth" to some extent.

All kinds of conjectures are only circulating among the top powerhouses, but, after so many years, no one has found evidence of those conjectures until now, so the theory that this behavior is a spontaneous "mourning" of the will of the planet has become the mainstream, and other conjectures are slowly forgotten by most people.

It is a hidden mortal world, hidden in the deepest depths of the stars of life. There are nine points in the world, countless temples, the change of life and dynasties, the inheritance of legends and myths, everything is undergoing subtle changes.

It seems that there is a pair of invisible hands behind the back to control the right hand of the time pen, outlining a wonderful trajectory.

Thus, what could have been a legend became an ethereal myth, and what really should have been a myth became a legend that could have existed.

Yuzhou, for Hebei, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Liang eight ancient states like the stars holding the moon around, here, set the luck of the other eight states, the birth of countless literati and warriors, is the most prosperous and important continent in the mortal world.

Kyushu is boundless, and the nine continents are divided by a wide strait, and large ships come and go with each other, exchanging their own cultures and information.

However, in the depths of the ocean that are extremely far away from these nine continents, there are still three super continents, and their size is no less than Yuzhou, the largest in Kyushu.

On these three continents, there are also developed civilizations, these civilizations with different beliefs are fighting each other, mortals have been killed and injured countless times, and blood is flowing, it can be said that the peace and tranquility and strength of the Kyushu world are paradise compared to these three continents.

However, their civilization is developing, and they have not thought of going to the sea to explore like the ancestors of Kyushu, but on these three super roads, by constantly praying to the heavens and praying for the gods in their hearts to come down, take them to a broader space!

This has been going on for an unknown number of years, with countless sacrifices and shamans dying in prayer or being beheaded in failed prayers, and mortal lives have multiplied for more than a hundred generations.

Finally, one day, on a relatively small stretch of road, a wizard from a small tribe near the sea in a remote area brought the first god of the mortal world.

The starry sky shone brightly in the middle of the night, and the wizard felt something in his heart—a feeling he hadn't had in years.

He asked the chief to pray to heaven at midnight for the gods to come, and the chief answered.

The altar is tall, and it took more than 30 years to build the tall altar, which is stacked with neatly bundled yarrow and crystal animal bones.

On a table propped up with a central pile of stones, there was what they thought was the best tribute, a mysterious gem dug out of the depths of the earth, with magical powers that could be channeled—what they believed was left behind by the gods, and when they prayed, they naturally returned them to the gods.

At midnight, prayers begin as the shamans dance the colorful bands in their hands and recite songs that have been passed down from generation to generation on the continent.

At the same time, someone untied the bundle of yarrow, threw it into the air, and landed on the dancing wizard, and after he disturbed it, the yarrow fell to the ground and formed a pattern on the ground.

- Such a long prelude is just a divination.

By this time, the sorcerer had stopped dancing and the song had ceased to sing, and he helped the old chief to the altar and read the patterns on the ground.

It was a creature with wings, but it did take the form of a human, and since it was a simple yarrow divination, it was impossible to see the exact appearance at all.

However, the old chief who saw this pattern was extremely excited, and made a strange sound in his mouth, and then a mouthful of blood sprayed on the pattern on the altar.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and lightning suddenly lit up the dark night sky, and the blood-stained yarrow looked unusually hideous and terrifying, not at all like what a god should be.

But even so, they did not mean to stop, and with a wave of the wizard's hand, two young men stepped forward to help the old chief back under the altar, and he himself was arranging the most important things.

It is a legendary pattern that induces the gods to descend into the mortal world, and it needs to be sketched with the blood of the praying person himself in order to build a safe path for the gods.

So, when the wizard finished the last stroke, he was about to fall unconscious after losing too much blood, and the cloudy sky suddenly began to rain heavily, but it could not wash away the mysterious pattern outlined by blood.

The heavy rain sobered the wizard a lot, and he looked up at the sky and seemed to see a little light in the sky, where there was no longer any starlight.

It wasn't lightning, it couldn't be starlight, what was it?

The wizard's eyes widened, and the point of light grew larger, and finally, he could see that it was a man with blood-colored wings, or rather a god.

He was rapidly descending from the sky, and fifty could see more. The god had a human face, but two sharp corners on his temples and an amethyst eye in the center of his eyebrows.

"This is not a god! This is not a god who guards us! This is the devil who is imprisoned by the gods, he ...... He...... Escaped!"

The wizard wanted to scream, to warn the tribesmen, but he found that the rapidly descending devil was staring at him fiercely, making his already weak body even more unbearable, ready to shatter at any moment.

After a few attempts, the wizard despaired, and just as he was about to give everything for his faults, a light lit up in his eyes again.

- In the dark sky, another bright light flashed, and the shadow of another "god" appeared in the eyes of the wizard, unlike the first "god", this "god" did not have blood-colored wings and sharp horns, he was completely human.

The image of the deity finally manifested itself in the eyes of the wizard - amethyst-colored pupils, a strange rune between his eyebrows, and that indifferent look, and then ...... It was a scene that terrified the wizard:

The second "god" suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the "devil", clutched it directly into ashes, and then landed on the altar.

Looking at the prostrate wizards on the ground and the thousands of people under the altar, the "gods" finally spoke: "In the mortal world, how to master such a summoning array?"

The voice was so majestic that it turned into mental fluctuations and entered everyone's minds.

"Great true god, this pattern has been circulated in our Underworld Continent, and time is no longer verifiable......" The wizard respectfully, although his voice was a little weak, he finally expressed it clearly.

As for everyone on the ground, they didn't dare to move.

Hearing this, the "god" frowned slightly, he raised his hand and pointed at the void, and an inexplicable connection appeared between him and this heaven and earth, and almost instantly, most of the secrets of this world were understood by him.

"I see. The "gods" sighed and said, "Since you respect us as gods, then I will do something worthy of being gods." It's also my star soul...... This lost world makes up for ......"

The "Divine Spirit" Star Soul put away his majesty, and suddenly said: "Wu Gu, I give you the name of Yinsheng, and take charge of the way of the Ancient Continent on my behalf, and give you ...... Three thousand years of life, the divine power of the king realm. ”

The Star Soul raised its hand again, and the grand voice echoed throughout the Underworld Continent, and at the same time, its fingertips glowed, and a strange imprint was outlined in the air, imprinted on the forehead of the black Gu.

"Thank you, the gods...... The hidden life must be used to spread the Tao for the gods, and the eternal life will be honored...... "Wu Gu, no, since then the black Gu named Yin Sheng has been prostrate on the ground, extremely respectful.

The Star Soul rose into the sky, looked down at this huge Underworld Continent, and sighed softly, "Alas...... If we could have given a little more time, the people who are now remembered and worshiped by the world should have given everything to you......"

This gentle sigh has been echoing in the heavens and the earth, and it has not faded for a long time.

"Congratulations to the gods...... In the call of thousands of people, the figure of the star soul gradually disappeared,

He left here after all, only the sigh he had before leaving still echoed here, and finally imprinted in everyone's hearts.

“…… The one who should be remembered and worshiped by the world should be the one who gave everything......"

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