That picture scroll, vast with a long-term atmosphere, made people unable to see clearly, but soon, there was a change on the picture.

Several unclothed teenagers lived in dilapidated wooden houses, even shivering from the cold wind, but even so, each of them held a statue tightly in their hands.

To the surprise of all the creatures, the statue was in the boy's hand, but they couldn't see the appearance of any of the statues.

As soon as the picture turned, there were countless similar dilapidated wooden houses, and the women looked frightened, as if they had encountered countless terrifying existences.

Then there was a blood-colored rain in the sky, and a sadness filled the air.

Even if it's just through the picture scroll, as long as it's a human race, they can't help but have a trace of sadness in their hearts, which is an inexplicable emotion, but it is real.

It was also not only the Terrans on the continent, but also the Terrans who had returned from beyond the starry sky, all with solemn expressions.

"The whole family mourns!"

This is a vision that can only be found by the fall of the Terran Emperor, but the one in front of him is even more terrifying, just a picture scroll, or a vision, which has the effect of making the clan feel sad.

The picture changed again, turning into a white expanse, and countless human races seemed to have returned to the time when they were first born and became one of them.

That was the origin of the era of ignorance, and it was the beginning of human civilization, and everyone seemed to have experienced ignorance at the beginning to slowly find a way to survive.

In the dark, a force was protecting the survival of the Terrans, and in this situation, a chaotic figure emerged, becoming a god in the eyes of countless Terrans.

Because this figure opened the cultivation path of the human race, countless human races tirelessly wanted to see this figure clearly through the picture scroll, but in the end they found nothing.

As soon as the picture turned, countless Terrans were prostrate on the ground, and the aura emanating from some of them shocked the living spirit.

However, it is these people whose faces carry a kind of reverence and faith, like devout believers, and their admiration is this chaotic figure.

After several ups and downs, the human race has gone through countless spring and autumn seasons, and has faintly become the strongest race in the entire universe, and at the same time has become the common enemy of countless living beings.

In the end, a fierce battle broke out, and the picture ended here, with a trace of surprise in the eyes of countless people, how could it be gone here.

They also want to know what to do next, and many people already have a hunch that this is the unknown ancient history of the human race.

When the end of the picture is fixed on this chaotic figure, like a fairy king descending to the mortal dust, no one can tell its demeanor.

Gradually, when the chaos dissipated and the figure fell out, countless people were stunned, because this figure was seven or eight points similar to this mysterious existence.

It's just that compared to this one, this figure is like a supreme immortal, and it shouldn't have appeared in this world.

"Born as a human being, you can't let go after all!"

This is a sentence that spans countless years, but countless living beings feel a kind of sadness.

At the same time, this figure seems to be about to come out of the picture scroll, across countless years, and behind it is the faith of countless human races.

"King!"

"King!" "King!"

........

This is the king of the primordial human race, the first king of the human race, and the origin of all the current human race, and his every move affects the entire human race.

Beyond the starry sky, the will of terror is reviving, but without exception, these terrifying beings have the breath of the human race on their bodies.

Then what appeared in front of the eyes of many living beings was a withered old man, each with a terrifying aura far beyond the Supreme.

It's just that these people are like the ancient human race on the picture scroll, half-kneeling on the ground, offering their pious faith.

The ancient rites from the primordial era were reproduced in this era, even at that time, only one person could enjoy such a ceremony.

Many of the Terrans in the present world looked at this old Terran antique, and these people were at least an alternative preaching-level existence.

However, at this time, the faces of these old antiques were excited, unable to extricate themselves, like children, unable to control their seven emotions and six desires.

The figure in the scroll seemed to be walking with the long river of time, and slowly walked into Ning Dao's body, and the last vast ancient aura swept the entire universe.

"Follow the will of the ancients, follow in your footsteps, we are your unchanging believers."

"In the darkness, you are the light we always yearn for, the eternal hope in the abyss."

........

At this moment, whispered words resounded in the ears of all living beings, only to see that they came out of the mouths of these ancient human taboos.

"After countless years, I didn't expect to be able to hear this primordial sound again."

There was no change in Ning Dao's complexion, but there was some nostalgia and whispered, it was an era of common respect for the human race.

Each of these old immortals, who is comparable to the existence of the invincible, is the existence that has witnessed that era, and they have forged their invincible heart in the era of the human race.

Since then, it has ushered in its own peak era, but there are some things that still haven't changed with the change in strength.

Compared with the inheritance of strength, the inheritance of faith made Ning Ye even more happy, this can be regarded as an unexpected surprise, after all, he can be regarded as the reincarnation of the emperor.

Seeing the people who had sheltered him again, there was an inexplicable sense of relief, even if the current Terrans no longer needed his existence.

"As long as there is a place for you, the First Voice will not be broken!"

One of the most senior beings among the antiques stood up in respect of the ancient, and the voice rang out, even though it seemed like he was running out of time.

But he still chose to come out in order to meet this former believer, and if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know if he could see each other.

"Something familiar?"

Ning Dao looked at the excited old man in front of him, and a trace of strange color flashed in the depths of his eyes, and this figure gave him a sense of familiarity.

This is obviously not the memory of his life, then the result is obvious, from the memory of the emperor.

From the depths of his memory, Ning Dao finally found out the figure of the old man in front of him, but the old man at that time was just a child.

"You are the son of Wushan!"

Ning Dao's voice sounded, and a picture seemed to appear in his eyes, it was a middle-aged burly man, holding a smart child, and the identity of the child was the old man in front of him.

After countless years, seeing the old man again, Ning Dao has a different understanding of reincarnation.