In the depths of the starry sky, above a desolate and dead star, Yang Xuan placed the black coffin that was still blooming white on the ground and observed quietly.

After another moment, the black coffin suddenly moved, and the white halo around it began to gather into the air, and it didn't take long for a white light gate to form in the air.

The next moment, the black coffin began to move towards the light gate.

Is this leaving?

Yang Xuan said secretly in his heart.

Although he wanted to kick the black coffin open more than once, he didn't leave like this, and he couldn't leave until he figured out the cause and effect.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, strode forward, grabbed the black coffin and dragged it back.

But then he was shocked, because the power coming from the black coffin was as vast as a sea of stars, and it was impossible to measure it at all, even if he used all his strength, he couldn't stop the black coffin from moving.

Seeing that the black coffin was about to disappear into the light door, Yang Xuan, who was helpless, could only choose to give up.

But the next moment, he was shocked in his heart.

Because he found that his hands were glued to the black coffin, and he couldn't leave them at all.

"Open it for me!" Yang Xuan roared angrily, and the power around him surged out.

But all efforts were in vain, and the power coming from the black coffin was simply amazing, dragging Yang Xuan towards the light gate.

"I want to see, what the hell are you doing?" Yang Xuan simply gave up resistance and followed the black coffin into the light gate.

Behind the light gate is a colorful passage, with various bizarre patterns and lines constantly changing, forming a bizarre world.

As soon as he entered, Yang Xuan actually had an illusion that seemed to be traveling through time.

The black coffin dragged Yang Xuan through the passage and moved at high speed in an unknown direction.

Yang Xuan simply gave up completely giving up resistance and let the black coffin drag him forward.

I don't know how long later, a white light suddenly appeared in front of me, occupying the entire passage.

Under Yang Xuan's gaze, the black coffin did not have any intention of pausing, pulling Yang Xuan directly into the white light.

The next moment, Yang Xuan found himself in a strange world.

This is a dream-like world, surrounded by a void, far and near, but in this void, it is full of all kinds of transparent patterns, similar to the lines on the inside of the black coffin, but more rich and concrete, and constantly changing shapes, very strange.

Transparent lines crisscross and form a large net in this strange space, encompassing all the figures.

The black coffin stopped in the middle of the void and gradually fell silent.

Yang Xuan tried to control his body, but found that there was nothing unusual, and his hand could also be taken off the black coffin.

But the problem is that the passage behind him has been completely closed, and even if he fills the space around him, he still can't find a way to get out.

Is this how you are locked up here?, he thought to himself.

Just as he was looking around, a slight sound suddenly sounded from above the black coffin.

Yang Xuan's attention shifted instantly.

He noticed that as a small sound came out, the lid of the black coffin began to move, sliding to one side.

Yang Xuan looked strange, this is ...... Deceived corpses?

The lid of the coffin was still moving, and it didn't take long for it to open completely, revealing the body inside.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

After the black coffin was opened, the body of Emperor Qingyao, who was originally lying quietly inside, slowly floated out, and his head and feet stood on top of the black coffin.

Looking at the corpse with his eyes still closed, although Yang Xuan was not afraid, he still felt some scalp tingling.

Anyone who sees such a strange scene will also have a terrifying feeling of not being in the world.

A strange voice sounded, seemingly coming from a corpse, and it seemed to come from the void, and there was no target to be found.

The voice seemed to be really murmuring, speaking a language that Yang Xuan couldn't understand at all, full of regularity and affection.

For some reason, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, as if this murmuring voice seemed to touch something hidden in his body, and it was like a traveler who had traveled for a long time and heard a message from his hometown.

This strange feeling made Yang Xuan a little inexplicable, he wanted to explore carefully, but he was attracted by the changes in front of him.

I saw that with that strange murmur, the strange patterns that were originally all over the void gradually disappeared, and the figure disappeared.

In the end, the black coffin also disappeared inexplicably, and only Yang Xuan and the corpse standing opposite him were left in the void.

The murmuring voice continued, and Yang Xuan seemed to see the corpse as if he had opened his eyes and glanced at him, but when he looked closely, the corpse's eyes were still closed, as if the feeling just now was just an illusion.

But Yang Xuan didn't have time to take care of Emperor Qingyao's corpse, because at this moment, he found that the power in his body actually began to flow outward.

Yang Xuan was shocked, trying his best to control his strength, but for some reason, no matter how he controlled it, he couldn't stop a single cent.

It's like flowers blooming and falling, spring and autumn coming, slowly, silently, but unstoppable.

In the end, when most of the power in his body was dissipated, Yang Xuan simply gave up and just watched coldly.

Finally, the power in his body was gone, and he became a mortal.

Just when Yang Xuan thought it was about to end, he was surprised to find that the four beads of heaven and earth and human hearts that had been silent in his body also floated away from his body and disappeared into the unknown darkness.

By now, he had finally lost all his strength, and even his body had begun to decay.

Even, at a certain point in time, he found that even the corpse of Emperor Qingyao, who had been standing opposite, had strangely disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

In the darkness like an endless starry sky, only Yang Xuan himself was left, and he began to be swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit.

But for some reason, Yang Xuan's heart was only calm.

It was a feeling that was hard to explain, and it seemed that after losing all his strength, his state of mind suddenly changed, becoming calm and calm.

I don't know how long it took, in front of Yang Xuan, a small point of light suddenly appeared, and it began to flicker with a faint light.

Yang Xuan set his gaze on the point of light.

I don't know how long it took, the light began to expand, and this time, Yang Xuan finally saw it clearly.

Among the points of light, there are countless bizarre shapes - triangles, circles, straight lines, curves, etc., etc., and so on.

Yang Xuan continued to watch, his heart moved.

The point of light was still expanding, beginning to devour the darkness around it, and gradually emitting a colorful light.

Yang Xuan was thoughtful.

Finally, the light completely engulfed the darkness, and everything in the void showed its original traces.

Black coffin, corpse, irregular graphics......

Everything was back to the way it was, as if it hadn't changed at all.

But Yang Xuan didn't move, he just stood there blankly, and even his eyes were a little dull.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of what Xiang Donglai had said: make something out of nothing.

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