Tang Xuan learned about cutting off the path of the new god's promotion when he was talking to Wallis Guo, he originally wanted to get a way to become an ancient god from Wallis Guo's mouth, but Wallis Guo told him to block the birth of the new god.

There will never be a new god ever again.

Tang Xuan didn't understand why he wanted to cut off the promotion path of the new god at that time. As an ancient god, even if you get close to humans, there is no need for the old gods to cut off the possibility of continuation.

But now it seems that if cutting off the path of the New Gods' ascension would help fight against the End, then there was a reasonable motive for that action.

In the face of an almost impossible to overcome catastrophe, any extra odds of victory are precious, and if it were him, he would do the same.

But he still didn't understand, how would preventing the birth of a new god help in the fight against the end?

The most direct effect of preventing the birth of new gods is to reduce the number of ancient gods, and on the surface it seems that there is no benefit, unless ...... Reducing the number of Old Gods itself helps fight the End, and is more effective than increasing the number of Old Gods.

But why?

Why is it not conducive to fighting the end of the ancient gods, is it related to faith?

The clue is broken again here, and if he wants to continue exploring in this direction, he needs more information.

Tang Xuan's brows furrowed more and more.

"Little friend, what do you think of?"

The white-robed Hongjun interrupted Tang Xuan's thinking with a loud voice.

Tang Xuan buried the question in his heart for the time being, his mind returned to his conversation with the white-robed Hongjun, and he asked, "Since you have already guessed that the resurrection of the ancient gods may be related to the end, then why do you still want to bring the immortals back to the main world at this time?" ”

The Immortal Era was once destroyed at the end, and it should be respectful of the end, why would he stand up at the critical juncture when the end may come, it will not be pity for the life of this era.

The white-robed Hongjun let out a long sigh, he looked into the distance again, and said in a low voice: "Because this world is about to collapse, you must obtain strength from the outside world to replenish it." ”

This reason is valid, after the destruction of the Immortal Era, the surviving immortals have escaped the end several times in this world, and the aura that has been plundered from the flood should also be exhausted.

However, Tang Xuan still didn't agree, he calmly looked at the white-robed Hongjun, waiting for the white-robed Hongjun to give him evidence.

"Alas......"

With a heavy sigh, the surrounding illusion began to collapse, and an invisible black hole seemed to appear under the feet of the two, engulfing everything around them.

It was pitch black again.

A few seconds later, the light swept in all directions with the white-robed Hongjun as the center, showing the real scene here in front of Tang Xuan for the first time.

The two of them sat upright on a round platform.

With this round platform as the center, countless people who describe the withered tree sit cross-legged on the futon, and they stretch in a circle into the distance, neatly arranged, and there is no edge in sight.

These people were as dead as ashes, motionless.

Even though he was covered in dust, the futon beneath him had long since decayed into a foul-smelling rotten grass.

There was silence in all directions, and the air was filled with dead silence.

Tang Xuan was shocked to find that there were six people seated close to the round platform, five men and one woman, which seemed to match the number and gender of the Flood Saints.

At this moment, he felt extremely shocked.

He muttered, "They ......"

The white-robed Hongjun replied calmly: "It's all dead." ”

Tang Xuan asked, "What about Sanxiao?" ”

The white-robed Hongjun shook his head: "It's dead." ”

"What about Zhao Gongming?"

"Dead too."

"Sanqing, Nuwa, Introduction, Zhun Ti?"

"They're all dead."

"How is this possible?!" Tang Xuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "Didn't you successfully avoid the end, Sanxiao also interacted with us through the Fengshen List and lent us the Golden Jiao Scissors." If they all died, who lent the golden scissors? ”

Tang Xuan's gaze was firmly locked on the white-robed Hongjun.

He was sure that Jin Jiao Scissors was real, so the story told by Jin Jiao Scissors should also be true, and the immortals should all be alive.

Why lie to him?

The white-robed Hongjun saw the distrust in Tang Xuan's eyes, and he said in a calm tone: "Xiaoyou, don't panic, although our bodies are dead, our souls are all pinned on the illusion, as long as this small world does not collapse, we will not really die." ”

As the words landed, the surrounding light dimmed, and the corpses of the immortals gradually disappeared into darkness.

Tang Xuan remembered what Fang Cai Bai-robed Hongjun said in the illusion - this is where we live......

It turned out that he was being vaccinated at that time.

His mood calmed down a little.

"So you abandoned your real bodies and entered the illusion to survive?" Tang Xuan was a little puzzled, "Why are you doing this?" ”

In his impression, the immortal was reckless and chic, and he should not do such a self-deceptive thing.

"We don't have a choice, the end is far more terrifying than we think, and if we don't, we won't survive." The white-robed Hongjun sighed, "We spent most of our aura to get through the end, and the rest of the aura has to maintain the existence of this world, and there is no surplus to support us to do what we want to do." In order to continue, we can only enter the illusion. ”

If so, who would?

The white-robed Hongjun had too much emotion in his heart.

As a creature born at the beginning of the flood famine, he has completely experienced the birth, development and decline of the flood famine, and has been the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao for a long time in the middle, and has a higher understanding of the flood than the perspective of ordinary immortals, and can be said to be the immortal who has the deepest feeling for the decline of the flood famine.

Many years ago, the life of the immortals was extremely chic.

Holding the white luan tail, sweeping the clouds of the South Mountain at night.

The deer drink under the cold stream, and the fish return to the seashore.

When resting, it turns into a bean on the vine and enjoys the moisture of the breeze and drizzle; After waking up, it turned into a meteor and soared into the sky, startling a bunch of birds and escaping into the clouds.

Everything is so beautiful, but now it has become a long cage life that I don't know if there is an end.

They once cherished their bodies immensely, and tried their best to collect many heavenly and earthly treasures to forge and temper them in a thousand ways, but in the end they had to give up their bodies, turn into spirits, and live in the illusory realm to survive.

The immortals want to return to the Overworld.

It's not just that the depletion of the aura will cause the world to collapse, they need a new replenishment of power. All the more because they've had enough of this life.

They are the wandering immortals of the twilight of the North Sea, and they would rather die in the original catastrophe than be trapped here without any freedom.

Tang Xuan nodded slowly: "I understand, it seems that your situation is much worse than I thought before." ”

He originally thought that the immortals were living a self-sufficient life in a small world, but he didn't expect this miserable situation. The body is completely abandoned in reality, and the consciousness escapes into a fantasy. Paralyze yourself and linger.

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