The sword was brilliant, beautiful, like the light of countless lives burning.

The contact point between the Nine Heavens World and the Strange World was cut off, and the powerhouses also used this power to move the Nine Heavens World's Dao Marker between the Ten Thousand Worlds.

It has drawn an end to this great war between ancient and modern times.

The stars of the Nine Heavens World lit up again, the light of the great sun shone on the earth, and the remaining creatures shouted and wept with joy.

But those great powers in the air, no one accepted the admiration of all spirits, but urged the last power to restore and reconnect the mountains and rivers of the Nine Heavens World.

In Zhang Xuansheng's eyes, seeing pieces of continental fragments floating in the sea or sinking to the bottom of the sea return to their places like going back in time, this is a huge jigsaw puzzle project.

But it was completed in just a quarter of an hour, and the reassembled Nine Heavens World was no different from the original from the geomorphological point of view.

But the dead creatures above will never come back.

Many powerful and powerful people landed on the Nine Heavens Continent, looking at their hometown with a sad expression, and one by one they walked into the distance under the leadership of the Immortal Emperors.

Stop and go, as if to finally take a good look at the continent that gave birth to them.

Until he arrived at a place, the nine peaks plunged straight into the top of the clouds like swords, although the appearance was different, but Zhang Xuansheng still recognized it, that was the former Tianjian Mountain.

With his remaining strength, an Immortal Emperor opened up a small world in the main peak, sending the swords of those juniors who died in this battle into it.

Then everyone looked at each other, and they all sighed, took out their swords, and injected their own kendo true solutions into it, including their own will, and they were all buried in the sword mound.

The last group of people, sitting on the top of the main peak of Tianjian Mountain, smiling and smiling, the juniors asked the seniors for advice on swordsmanship, and there were also local monks from Jiuxiao, listening to the predecessors of the Immortal Emperor who went out to tell the wonderful stories of the thousands of worlds.

At the beginning of the rising sun, the warm light shone on the Jiuxiao Continent, and everyone stopped talking and looked at the mountains and rivers of the Jiuxiao Continent with the rising sun.

In the hopeful smiles of everyone, a gust of wind blew, and this group of sword cultivators disappeared like a bubble.

The picture ends.

Zhang Xuansheng was silent for a long time after reading it, and he finally knew what had happened in those longest years.

The mood is inexplicably heavy, as if I was infected by the courage of those predecessors to protect their hometown and regard death as home.

He knew the origin of these swords, and he also knew where the power contained in the swords came from.

This is the back hand left by those predecessors for the Nine Heavens World, in case one day, the strange world invades again, and these divine swords can also combine the strength of everyone to complete the earth-shattering blow again.

This is the last grace left by the predecessors for the Nine Heavens World.

Zhang Xuansheng's eyes fell into darkness, and just when he thought that all his memories had ended here, and he was about to withdraw from his divine consciousness, suddenly the picture gradually brightened again.

Presumably a long time after that, he saw a person suddenly appear in the silent sword shrine.

He hadn't seen this person before, but he seemed to feel familiar, and according to his previous clues, he basically affirmed the identity of the other party.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a gray robe, and his face was not real, it was not covered by anything, it was purely surrounded by the avenue, his realm was not enough, even if he saw the other party's face clearly, he couldn't remember it.

Zhang Xuansheng felt a little sudden in his heart, this may be the first sword cultivator who let the human race of the Nine Heavens World rise and the first to leave.

It is also the existence with which he once had contact in the current Nine Heavens Continent, the mysterious existence that left behind the Tianyuan Secret Realm, the Dead Daoist in Qiuqiu's mouth.

I saw that the Taoist priest strolling inside the sword mound, and finally sat in the center, just like Zhang Xuansheng now.

He sat for a long time, speechless for a long time.

Finally, he left a sigh and slowly got up.

Raise your hand and make a symbol, leaving the sword mound on the main peak.

Zhang Xuansheng inexplicably gave birth to a trace of resentment in his heart, this dead Taoist priest had obviously reached the point of detachment, far stronger than those predecessors who fought before.

Maybe it's really the kind of supreme forbidden existence in the mouth of the Five Elements Dao, if it was him, he should have the ability to avoid this catastrophe in the Nine Heavens World, right?

But at that time, so many Immortal Emperors who came out of Jiuxiao had returned, why didn't this dead Taoist show up?

After so long after the catastrophe has passed, what is the use of running to the sword shrine to mourn?

He stared at the dead Taoist priest tightly, as if he wanted to try to see the other party's face clearly, and if he saw the other party in the future, he must ask clearly.

Including many things he experienced, it seems to be related to the other party, what does this dead Taoist want to do?

Just when Zhang Xuansheng was thinking in his heart, the dead Taoist priest suddenly turned around, and his dark eyes looked at the void where Zhang Xuansheng was.

Zhang Xuansheng was shocked, no matter how he looked at it, the other party's gaze seemed to be looking at him.

"Are you wondering why I didn't come back then?"

The Taoist priest sighed.

"Can you see me?"

Zhang Xuansheng was a little surprised, and he couldn't understand whether the other party had just calculated that at some point in the future, someone would watch this memory from his location.

Or is this Taoist priest really able to transcend the long river of time, reverse cause and effect, and talk to people in the future?

The Taoist priest smiled after Zhang Xuansheng finished speaking, "Zhang Xuansheng, don't be surprised. ”

Zhang Xuansheng set off a monstrous wave in his heart, and the other party even counted his name? Or are you really talking to yourself in real time?

"It's just a trail, and it's nothing to me to talk across the river of time or something."

The Taoist priest opened his mouth and said, as if he had thought of something, and sighed slightly.

Zhang Xuansheng looked around again in shock, but suddenly felt that his vision was a little blurred, and after a while, he found that he had turned into an entity, not just a perspective.

And now he was no longer in the sword mound, but sitting face to face with the Taoist priest, in a small cabin.

In front of the two of them was a table made of what seemed to be ordinary wood, with a set of stone tea sets on it, and at this time there was a pot of fairy tea, and a fire was burning underneath.

A mist rose from the spout, and a fragrant smell permeated the hut.

At this moment, Zhang Xuansheng finally affirmed that the other party was really using great mana to talk to him across the long river of time.

"You should have a lot to ask, I don't have much time, you can ask briefly."

The Taoist priest made a cup of tea, handed it to Zhang Xuansheng and said.

Zhang Xuansheng settled down, took the teacup, and asked, "Who is the senior?" ”