Three thousand worlds, three thousand small worlds. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hundreds of millions of countless planes exist in the spiral world, and in many planes, different races and different civilizations are intertwined with each other to form this magnificent cosmic world.

In these three thousand worlds, which are so vast that one feels so small, there is no eternity, everything alternates between destruction and new birth, but before the time of destruction really comes, the intellectual beings thought that they could live forever, and in the long time before the destruction came, they developed, they evolved, they explored, they could do anything.

Look, the magnificent technological civilization has come step by step, every planet worthy of stopping has left a great miracle made of steel, every intelligent race has been imprinted with the memory of iron and blood in the genetic factors, the creators have explored the origin code of life, insight into the mysteries of space and time, and exhausted everything to pursue a higher dimensional dimension.

Look, the macrocosmic world of cultivation is still in an uproar, and the self-cultivating rebels are tirelessly tempering their minds, hoping to turn themselves into eternity in tens of thousands of years of cultivation, they yearn for the selfless way of heaven, they spurn the mortals of all living beings, they are transcendent beings who are bent on seeking immortals, they are self-only true immortals.

Look, the mysterious magic continent is thriving, the scholars who explore the elements of magic are tirelessly exploring the essence of the magic way, and the basic magic system of earth, wind, water and fire has also been questioned again and again, and the new magic system has been determined, the magic armor has come out, changed the war, changed the world, and the mages who are crowned the kings of war have come step by step, and they will never stop.

Look, the Dou Qi Continent where there has been no emperor for 10,000 years, a Yan Emperor has once again flown up; Look, in the martial soul world full of soul beasts, the miracle of the dual god positions of the sea and Shura has been achieved; Look, the Harmony universe on that side has exploded again; Look, the Emperor over there has died again; Look, in the world that has been called fantasy magic, countless stories are being written.

At the very least, they will continue to write until the final destruction comes.

In these endless planes, in a fleeting world, the rules of the world are writing the prelude to destruction.

This is undoubtedly a beautiful world, the planet as the carrier of life, several continents compose the hymn of life and the miracle of civilization, three moons around this planet quietly orbiting, whenever the moon night falls, the red, black and white three bright moons will radiate beautiful brilliance, they release a special wavelength, since ancient times have silently pulled the mysterious power, has been praised and sung by people for many eras.

But now, no one would have thought that these three bright moons, which were regarded as the source of power, would become the clarion call for destruction.

On the continent, mountains, rivers, lakes and forests, the scenery of all things has not changed, the stars are densely packed with cities, the lights are bright, the most magnificent city is located on the highest peak on the continent, the commanding height above 40,000 meters above sea level, the city is full of round tower-like buildings, they straighten their backs and stab into the sky, like a sharp sword, blue-purple light radiates from it, and the stars illuminate the whole city.

In the center of the huge city, there is a macroscopic hall, which does not touch the ground, floating in the sky, and in the hall, the blue-purple light writes runes, turning into bright spheres and spiraling into the sky, condensing and imprinting the magnificent star map that constitutes the universe in this hall.

In the main hall, there is a figure standing under the star map, his face has been carved by the years, but his body is still strong, and there are completely different parts from the extremely outward appearance of human beings, behind him, under the wide robe, extending ten gorgeous wings made of golden light, beautiful and dazzling, he is an old man.

The old man stood under the star chart, and through the transparent stars in front of him, he saw the whole world.

"It's beautiful......" he whispered.

At the commanding heights of the city at an altitude of 40,000 meters, the horizontal line at the end of the line of sight is curved, and when you look up a little bit, you can see the vast starry sky, and when you look down, you can see half a continent.

This is the place in this plane, where all intellectual beings want to set foot, it is the holy place of mages, it is the temple in the eyes of mortals, and the temple where the old man is located is the holy place in the holy land, it is called the Star Spirit Temple, standing here, you can analyze the mystery of the planet's movement and observe the origin of the universe.

Bang!

In the Star Spirit Temple, there was a sudden cracking sound, a bright door opened, and a young man with eight wings came out of it, and when he staggered out, a dark black shadow suddenly stretched out from the door, it was like an octopus magnified hundreds of times the tentacles, and chased the young man through the space door.

The old man turned his head, and with a light tap of his fingers, a wave of surging energy spread around him, and the dazzling light instantly purified all the filth, and the monster behind the door lost its arm and let out a howl of pain, and the terrible sound shook the entire building.

The young man hurriedly closed his palms, closed the space door, and gasped, he was wearing a bright and gorgeous battle armor, his body was taller than the old man, and his body of nearly three meters was filled with suffocating energy fluctuations, which seemed to contain a nuclear bomb, but at this moment he didn't have time to wipe the filthy blood stains on his body, and rushed to the old man in two steps in three steps, kneeling on one knee.

"Elder...... They're already out of the gates, we can't resist it, and we're going to break through in ten minutes at most, so please get out of here! ”

The old man didn't answer, he turned around, continued to look at the seemingly calm continent, and said in a low voice, "Escape? And where can they flee to, you see, they are coming out of the blockade in an endless stream. ”

The young man followed the old man's fingers to look over, and after this glance, his whole body immediately shivered, and a wordless tremor rose from the bottom of his heart, he thought that he had long forgotten this emotion, but now, when fear was awakened again, it was such a cruel moment.

The edge of the sky, has entered the moment of night, it should have been the most peaceful, beautiful, and charming moment of the entire continent, but now, as far as the eye can see, in the vast clouds, there are flickering fires from time to time, the south is the black mist that spreads, the north is dense and terrible gray insect swarms, the west is the dark purple shattering thunder, the east is the city wall guarded by young people, but now it has been invaded by groups of terrible monsters from the epic mythology.

However, this is not the most terrifying ......

Raise your head and look at the three moons that have been revered since ancient times, revered by countless mages as sources of magic and admired for thousands of centuries, but now turned into a door that leads the seat to destruction.

In the moon gate that completely turned into darkness, one by one the ancient beasts walked out, they stepped on the continent, they walked on the ground, skimmed the sky, descended below, and looked far away, they were just small points, but the actual size was so huge that it was suffocating!

A giant beast approached, it was the same as in the mythological epic, with a brass face, black iron skin, three heads, with traces of birds, men, and beasts, and its body was as large as a mountain, and its arms were innumerable, like an endless mountain...... In each arm is the wind, the thunder, the frost, the fire, the storm, the disease, the sword, the bones......

It does not resemble a human form, but it has perfect lines, and even as an enemy, many people want to praise it, it is really a perfect creation.

Perfection is natural, because it itself was created by intellectual beings, and the ancestors shaped its form, and with the times, it was passed on by word of mouth, and finally engraved in the history books, remembered and praised.

It's a living myth, no, a living myth!

It is a descendant of the gods and the mother of the earth, Gaia, the spirit of mythology who is full of anger and destruction, the hundred-armed giant!

This is just one, look, behind the hundred-armed giant, there are many more, the old ruler of the Cthulhu mythology, the sea monster in Greek mythology, the nine sons of the dragon and the ancient beast in the Eastern Mountains and Seas, the world-devouring snake in Norse mythology, and the Velmore king of the magic eye of the Fermore clan in Celtic mythology...... The list is endless.

What a desperate spectacle......

But even so, the brave warriors still have a desperate heart, with blades, spears, fists and teeth to meet the mythical all-powerful gods, they are all warriors, at the cost of their lives, to defend their homeland...... It's just that this sacrifice didn't have the effect of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, and most of the people were torn to pieces by the attached mythical power the moment the hundred-armed giant waved his arm.

Of course, there are also some people who are closer, but what if they get closer? The Frost Flame Storm Fighting Qi, the power of the Dao Dao that was enough to open the mountain and crack the stones, was projected and exploded on the bodies of the gods, but only a small cluster of sparks was splashed and extinguished in an instant...... No, maybe there wasn't even a chance to stir up a small spark, and it was easily annihilated by the irritable gods.

The melee fighters have declared the regiment annihilated, what is next? Magic? Magic? Vindictive? Immortals? Nuclear bomb?

The thousands of brilliance broke through the sky, and after the seemingly small light exploded, it had a more powerful name than the other, Frost Roar, Earth Funeral, Death and Extinction, Wrath of the Underworld, Thor's Hammer, Nine Palaces Momentary Sword Array, High-explosive Hydrogen Bomb and other names that made people feel unclear when they heard it, however, the greatest achievement of these falling Stirring Magic Immortals was to cut off one of Fenrir's hairs, and the others only left some painless dust, which did not even have the effect of obstructing the vision.

Bang! The young man fell to his knees, and even the strength to support his knees was gone...... The terrible apocalyptic scene, the reverberating roar of the gods told him what despair was, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his death would be worthless, and what could stop them from the march of this group of mythical creatures?

"Elder, why...... Will it be? The young man lowered his head and asked unwillingly, "Why, must we perish?" It took hundreds of millions of years to forge today's glory, and all this has come to naught! ”

Hearing this, the old man retracted his gaze and said slowly: "This is reincarnation...... Before us, there were many civilizations that developed here, cultivation, magic, fighting spirit, technology, one after another civilization disappeared, it is precisely because of these myths. ”

"Mythology? Aren't they all made up! False identity, false form, false creation, why can it be revealed! Why destroy us! The young man couldn't understand and screamed in pain.

"No, you're wrong, we're all wrong......" The old man shook his head and let out a long breath with understanding and sorrow in his eyes: "It was we who imprisoned the gods!" We have imprisoned the gods with fabricated identities and false lies, sealed them up, and drained their power for our own use...... Think about it, doesn't the beginning of the development of any civilization come from the worship of gods? We burn incense and worship the Buddha and pray sincerely, in order to draw a trace of nutrients from their bodies and obtain the power to transcend nature and transcend ourselves. And one day, when civilization has reached its limits, they will come back to life, because we are like parasites, unsatisfied, and growing larger...... If they continue to grow, one day they will threaten them, and they will threaten the world. ”

"That's the truth." The old man said softly: "Counting up, we are already in the seventh era, and in this trumpet of destruction and rebirth, there have been six reincarnations before us, and now, the seventh time has also come. ”

"Have the gods forsaken us?" The young man muttered to himself.

"No, we have rejected the gods, child!" The old man shook his head lightly and laughed in a low voice: "Now, we can finally be free, we don't have to live in a false fairy tale world, we don't have to be bound by those few fake fictional books, we can live for ourselves...... We are not clowns and do not live and die because of a single thought. ”

"But, what the hell are we living for?" The young man couldn't help himself with grief: "Have all the efforts of hundreds of millions of years been in vain, and it has come to this point with all the difficulty, but it is all for destruction?" ”

"For the sake of inheritance......" The old man's calm and wise eyes gave insight into the world thousands of years later.

"The first six annihilations were not without value, they left behind many precious clues and technologies, at least they could save us tens of thousands of years of evolution, the Seventh Age is no longer able to save, but the next time it may not be...... Every destruction will be followed by a new life, and every civilization will be inherited and evolved. The old man shook his palm, and a book fell into his palm.

"The Book of Astrology!"

The young man's eyes widened, this was an artifact whose existence time was equal to the length of civilization, but soon he sighed leisurely, what about even an artifact? The Book of Astrology is a tool for analyzing the movements of celestial bodies and the patterns of the stars, a book for exploring deeper mysteries, and it is a coveted artifact for researchers, but it is of no help to the current situation of war.

"It's not just this one." The old man raised his hand, and in the young man's incredulous gaze, several rays of light lit up behind the Book of Stars, and six books with different appearances and brilliance floated in the main hall, exuding a wave of eternal aura.

"Elder, what are these?" The young man was the most brilliant genius in a hundred years, and he was convinced of his own perception, and the books in front of him were undoubtedly artifacts of the same level as the Book of Astrology, but ...... Why are there seven copies? After a pause, a crazy thought came to his mind, and he excitedly said, "Are these books from the first six epochs?" ”

"Yes, these are books from a civilization that has been destroyed." The old man raised his hand and pointed to the books and whispered.

The silver-white cover of the book records the flames, the edge of steam, the explosion of gunpowder, the collision of electrons, the proclamation of psionic energy and the roar of war.

The book with a colorful cover records the howling of storms, the heaviness of the earth, the burning of fire, the stretch of water, the roar of thunder, and the resonance of the elements.

In the book with a colorless cover, it records the long time, the immortal rhyme of the aura, the combination of formations, the mystery of the elixir, the cultivation of spirit beasts and the immortality of the true immortals.

The book with a pure black cover records the difficulties of martial arts, the explosion of fighting spirit, the mystery of martial arts, the inscriptions of instruments, the importance of pretending to be forced and the blood that is not cold.

There are two different books after that.

"These are the histories that intellectual beings have experienced, and the precious treasures they have left behind." The old man whispered, and then he raised his hand, and the book of stars on the palm of his hand was spread out, and among the open pages, the picture scroll was the picture of the gods setting foot on the holy land, and in the metallic pages, the simple lines outlined a moving picture, which made people's hearts tremble at a glance, that is, despair.

"This is the last page, it's time for our civilization to end...... It's time for the Seventh Age to come to an end. ”

After the old man turned the last page, there was no more page to follow, this book of stars represented their civilization, it no longer drew a picture, and it also represented the final end of the era of civilization.

The young man looked at the book, stunned, and his heart went blank.

But the old man laughed, and he laughed loudly: "It's over...... When we become extinct, this book of stars will also lose its bearer and become the book of stars and spirits, seven books, seven civilizations, enough...... That's enough! ”

The young man looked up with a gloomy face and looked at the old man who was laughing with relief, he couldn't understand why the old man was laughing wildly.

"Seven civilizations, seven books, and the present with all of this in the past, we don't need to be a parasite anymore...... The history that has survived in the past, all this knowledge and epic, will become our help! The Eighth Age will be based on the history of our own creation, and there will be no need to blindly worship those gods, and we will need the people of the next era to remember that the reason why the flame burns is not a divine power, but a chemical reaction; We want them to remember why it rains, it's not the dragon king who rains, it's the water vapor cycle! The center of magic comes from the strength of the ego's soul, not blind worship! The power of fighting qi comes from the self, not from the heaven and the earth! It's the same with seeking immortals, true immortals are eternal...... Bah! It's just God's lackey! We want to be our own immortals! ”

The old man laughed maniacally.

Outside the main hall, the gods are already close at hand, they are coming, they are moving, they have descended on the divine punishment, and a terrible power is vented from here to the entire plane, like a fire, igniting the entire dimensional universe! At this point, the Seventh Age is officially over!