After three months of daylight, the Northern Underworld once again ushered in the polar night.

The long night, which lasted for nine months, was a terrifying hell of cold darkness for mankind.

But for Mo Mingming, he has long been accustomed to this picture.

Even in the three months when he needed the Star Bead to wake up the stars, he preferred the long night that seemed to never end.

The starlight fell quietly on his body, and in this bitter cold, he was wrapped in the starlight, but he didn't feel the slightest cold.

As long as he is under the starry sky, no matter what kind of harsh environment, he is not afraid.

But now, he felt like he was wandering.

Because now, a year after coming to this icy and snowy land, he is truly lonely.

In the previous days, no matter how dark and cold it was, no matter how dangerous it was, he knew that he was not alone, and Master had been watching him all the time.

But now, Master is gone.

Why Master disappeared, he didn't know, and he couldn't know. He only knew that after the master disappeared, he was left alone.

True loneliness is very difficult.

After the arrival of the polar night, he stayed in the Northern Wasteland for another month.

Originally, he was already at the peak of the King Realm a month ago, and this month was enough time for him to break through the Emperor Realm, but he didn't break through for a long time, he knew that it was because of something wrong with his state of mind.

If he continues to stay here, he will not be able to break through at all.

Therefore, he finally made a decision to leave the Northern Underworld.

He was going to the south to look for the traces of the master.

Although he didn't know much about the master, and he didn't know why the master disappeared, he felt something in his darkness, and he felt that the master was still somewhere.

So he was going to find the Master.

Before the master left, he left a coordinate in his mind, which should be the clue that the master left for himself.

That coordinate is a place that Mo Mingming doesn't know, but it's in the far south.

It took him a full ten days to reach the edge of the Northern Underworld, a huge mountain range that towered into the clouds, covered in snow, and continued endlessly. You can clearly see at the top of the mountain, which is the place where day and night meet, and the other side of the mountain is not night.

After crossing this mountain range, you can return to the place where humans live.

Mo Mingzhi turned his head, glanced at the starry sky behind him, and then resolutely walked into the mountains.

......

The picture returns to the Western Spirit Domain, the center of the Xuansui Miasma again.

In the middle of the snow-capped mountains and valleys, behind the huge stone gate.

In the small world of Guangmiao, there was calm, as if nothing had happened.

But in the center of the small world, in the huge palace surrounded by giant trees, something seemed to be moving.

A pair of eyes that seemed to have been silent for a long time slowly opened.

"This ...... Where is it?"

All he could feel was darkness.

As his consciousness gradually cleared up, the darkness gradually faded, and a picture appeared before his eyes.

It was a stunning picture.

A sacred tree that stands tall in the sky and is difficult to measure, as if it is a pillar between heaven and earth, stands in the center of the picture.

A leaf of the sacred tree is the size of a field, and the branches are like mountains, and the whole tree seems to be a small world.

On the body of the sacred tree, there are many creatures that look exactly like humans, but have green hair and green eyes, and they all have magical abilities, they can manipulate trees, give birth to vines, and everything looks vibrant.

As soon as the screen turns, this small world built by the sacred tree is plunged into the flames of war, and the entire tree is fighting, and the branches and leaves are turned into angry weapons, fighting countless enemies of different shapes.

Among those enemies, there are even many who are also standing up to the sky and the earth, like gods.

This battle seemed to destroy the entire heaven and earth.

In the end, the war came to an end, and a huge divine dragon, its body coiled around the branches of the sacred tree, roared and fell with the sacred tree.

Then, the torso and branches of the sacred tree were destroyed in the raging sea of fire and turned into ashes.

The whole world was shattered by war, filled with the smell of death and ruin.

I don't know how long it has been, but this piece of heaven and earth has regained its vitality a little.

Between the ruins and ashes left behind by the war, a figure appeared.

His eyes widened, trying to see the appearance of the figure clearly, but the figure was very blurry, no matter how hard he tried to see, he couldn't see it clearly, he could only recognize this figure, it seemed to be one of those figures who fought with the gods in the war, like a god.

The figure was in the ashes, as if searching for something, and eventually, he bent down and looked at one of the ashes.

The picture changed with his vision, but in the black ashes, a touch of green appeared.

It was a small shoot, with only two tiny green leaves, as if it were a seedling of some kind of tree, just breaking through the ground.

The figure looked at the seedlings, and the space around his body fluctuated violently, as if he was emotionally unstable.

Eventually, he bent down and dug up the seedling, along with the dirt below, and held it in the palm of his hand.

In the picture, a long sigh was heard.

"Even you want to survive, that's why you leave this glimmer of life, but we, why not. ”

"This world can no longer afford a second disaster. ”

"So, I'm sorry anymore. ”

As his voice fell, the picture changed again.

In the darkness of the void horizon, a little light lit up, and then gradually expanded.

The light gradually became larger, and finally it was divided into five colors: white, blue, black, red, and yellow.

He recognized the five colors.

They represent the foundation of this world.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth.

Everything in the world is derived from this.

The five elements are intertwined and gradually growing, deriving more different colors, more different lights, countless colors intertwined, slowly turning into substance.

It's a world in the making.

His eyes widened as he watched the world grow from small to large, and eventually, to a complete world.

The figure from before reappeared between heaven and earth, still holding the seedling in his hand.

The figure leaned down and buried the seedling in the soil.

Then, he straightened up, and nine shadows appeared around him.

The figure looked at the nine shadows and spoke slowly.

"It's going to be long, unimaginably long, and if you don't want to, I won't force it. ”

Nine voices rang out at the same time.

"Obey your master's orders. ”

The figure sighed slightly.

"Then I will leave it to you, I am about to leave, but nevertheless, someday in the future, someone will come to your rescue, and then you will follow him. ”

Nine voices sounded again, still the same words.

"Obey your master's orders. ”

The figure nodded, his hands raised at the same time, and the light lingered around the nine shadows, and the whole world began to change constantly.

He looked at all this and involuntarily muttered, "This is ......"

The change in the world seemed to make him think of something.

Eventually, the whole world changed dramatically, and a huge circular palace rose around the nine shadows.

The appearance of this palace made him feel a little familiar.

The picture changed, and the figure stood in the center of the palace, surrounded by nine small statues, fluttering around him.

"I have sealed a wisp of your spirit in the stone sculpture, and after countless years, when your mission is completed, someone will come here with the stone sculpture and use it to awaken you. ”

"Everything is for the balance of heaven and earth, and everything you have done, I will remember in my heart. ”

"I'm leaving, but there will be a day of reunion in the endless time and space of the future. ”

"Until then, wait quietly. ”

As the words fell, the nine statues turned into nine streamers and disappeared into the sky, and the figures gradually disappeared.

Once again, the picture is plunged into darkness.

The next moment, Long Chen woke up from his deep sleep.

(End of chapter)

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