My feet were on the empty black earth, as if I was about to fall into another abyss at any moment.

The black mist carries the penetrating power of bone-eroding ecstasy, directly corroding people's souls, flesh and blood. I had to hold my breath and squint.

The heart of the sword beats like a drum, and the eardrums are noisy. I couldn't hear anything, but it was deafening.

Through the endless darkness, I saw a gigantic demon body with long, sharp metal horns on its head and an armor that burned with black flames.

This armor shines with a metallic sheen. and with the power of burning fire.

His hair was like a hot stream of fire, and his beard was like a blade with a handle that had not yet burst into flames. I couldn't see his true face, for it was shrouded in infinite divine might.

It's like an ant. It is impossible to see a person's face clearly.

This demon is terrifying and perfect.

Seeing him, I finally understood that we don't belong to the same world.

In front of him, it was not only me who was insignificant, but also the world in which I lived became thin and fragile.

The space around him was distorted, not only by light and shadow, but also by dimension.

Now, I understand why he couldn't come to our world and send down a projection.

Because he came from a higher dimensional space, a higher being, his arrival across the dimension caused great damage to him himself, and I saw his chest crack, revealing scarlet burning internal organs.

He frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.

Come into this thin and fragile world. It hurt his perfect body, and at the same time completely desecrated his dignity.

It is a blasphemy to raise his hand to destroy hundreds of millions of stars, the Lord of Destruction who has destroyed many universes in his life, the Lord of the Void, who has to come down with his own deity to destroy our world.

This blasphemy made him furious, and he glared at me with a merciless mockery and bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

His weapon was a sword, a broken sword just like the one in my hand.

The evil aura was awe-inspiring, the first half of the sword blade had been broken, and the remaining half still had the power to tear the sky.

I wondered who had cut his sword, as I couldn't imagine anyone else who could be the match for the demon in front of me.

The perfect demon that no one can match.

I've seen the Maharaja of Time and Space, and the Lord of Time and Space is as weak as a baby in front of him.

I've seen Nanhua, and it's even harder to imagine how Nanhua was hunted down by him. Escaping death again and again, this is simply an impossible thing.

At this moment, I felt a strong sense of frustration, could it be that only chaos and emptiness are truly eternal?

If Wuji is the final form, why is there Taiji in this world?

I remember, it's the power of dreams.

Nanhua used the power of dreams to escape again and again.

However, dreams are also a kind of nothingness.

My aunt once said that the existence will eventually be disillusioned, the eternal will eventually perish, and everything in the world will be colorful. It's just confusing.

It can be seen that she also agrees with nothingness, but the nothingness she thinks is definitely not as terrifying as it is in front of her.

The nightmare finally woke up, and I saw my vulnerability. I also saw the fragility of this world.

The Void Lord didn't need to make a move, just showing his perfect body gave me a clear and profound understanding of the Void.

Some people exist because they are alive, for preservation, for seeking common ground while reserving differences, for the unity of heaven and man.

And some exist for the sake of destruction. Only endless destruction and killing can make them feel their presence.

In the same way, only by creating one void after another can they fill their already empty hearts.

Because, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

The saddest thing is. The void is likely to be the destination of all existence, and this is the greatest sorrow.

"It's a pity that such a superb sword is used to defend a broken world that is insignificant and worthless......"

The demon opened his mouth, and the words thundered on my heart, and blood gushed out of my seven orifices.

"Join me, and you will taste the sweetest pleasure in the world, the pleasure of destruction. And I can guarantee that you will be more aware of yourself and will never be seduced by absurd dreams. “

"I've always been alive...... real life," I replied weakly.

"In your world, only death is the only reality, and death is not the end. It's just the beginning of another game. “

"Death may be worthy of praise in your eyes, but I will still defend the dignity of the living with the sword in my hand."

"Countless people have said this in front of me, do you know their end?"

I was silent.

Secretly self-accumulating. Prepare to attack.

In the face of his divine might, both my vitality and my will are rapidly decaying and depleting.

Even though I am dominated by fear. The sword heart still retains the last bit of warmth that belongs to life.

Just because I still have a sword in my hand, and there are 10,000 proverbs belonging to the living carved on the sword.

I perceive it. The scar on the demon's chest grew worse and worse, and blood splattered like a waterfall on the abyssal ground.

"A thief once stole a precious seed of the world from me, and someone used it to weave a perfect dream in an attempt to make it eternal. It's a pity that as long as it's a dream, there will be a day to wake up. “

"The thief you're talking about is Demon Dao Patriarch Xie Moling? Now that you know that he stole your World Seed, why don't you kill him? I asked.

I wanted to stall as much as I could.

The Void Lord can't stay in our world for long, and I'm going to strike a fatal blow on him while he's at his weakest.

"I didn't kill him because he wasn't worth it for me to travel through the universe to come to your world, and I only needed a projection to wipe him out."

"If you don't kill him, but you want the deity to kill me, you can't help but look up to me too much." I said.

"It seems that you still don't know what you are."

"What am I?"

"You ......"

The demon was only halfway through his words, and his brow furrowed deeply.

Clearly, what he was about to say caused him confusion, or he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

However, the confusion did not last long, and soon he furrowed his brow again, and a mocking smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"When I think about it, you're ......"

At the moment when the nightmare was about to tell the truth, I chose to attack.

All I'm waiting for is this moment, the perfect moment to attack.

What Nightmare was going to say was important to me, even more important than my life, and he thought I would listen patiently.

He even thought that whoever had ears should listen to the truth he was about to tell.

Unfortunately, I'm going to do the opposite.

The sword of thousands of prophecies is no longer enough to release the sword qi, and my attack is almost ridiculously weak.

And because my body has been corroded by the darkness, I can't even move a lot, it's close at hand, it's far away.

In the end, I chose to throw the broken sword in my hand.

The sword of thousands of prophecies, like a feather, fluttered lightly without any attack power, but at a perfectly tricky angle, it was plunged straight into the demon's chest......

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