Chapter Ninety-Three: No Monument to the Destruction of the World, Reincarnation of the Past (Final Chapter)

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A ray of light as dazzling as the sun suddenly appeared in the sky.

Li Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window, his brows jumping slightly.

"I'm really looking for death!" Li Xuan sighed as he felt the surging murderous aura that instantly erupted behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

More than a dozen golden rainbow lights approached rapidly, and Li Xuan, who was overwhelmed by the cold coercion, was out of breath.

At this moment, a terrifying feeling appeared in Li Xuan's heart.

He clearly felt that his body was undergoing indescribable changes.

A terrifying aura appeared in the sea of knowledge, and a peerless figure appeared in it.

Li Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were full of fear and panic, and he didn't even care about the more than ten golden rainbow lights that came in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of outsiders, Li Xuan seemed to be stupid, staring blankly at the golden rainbow light in the sky and not reacting.

Only Li Xuan himself knew how terrifying the message he had just received was.

It turned out that he was just a character written by one person.

A gust of wind blew and everything in the world was stopped, the rainbow light in the sky that was flying quickly came to an abrupt halt, and a flying bird suddenly stopped motionless in the air.

Li Xuan blinked, subconsciously stretched out his hand and moved.

Suddenly, a young man in black casual sportswear appeared in front of Li Xuan with a bitter smile.

"Hello, Li Xuan. The young man said to Li Xuan.

"Should I call you the Creator, or the Master, or a garbage writer?" Li Xuan looked at the young man with a cold look in his eyes, and his body was full of murderous energy.

But Li Xuan knew that even if he became the legendary Xuanjun, there was nothing he could do about this person.

"You can call me Wangxuan, you don't have to be so angry. The young man looked at everything around him curiously and said, paced to a flying insect that stopped at a height of half a meter, stretched out his hand to grasp it in the palm of his hand, an inexplicable fluctuation brushed by, and the flying insect seemed to have been erased, as if it no longer existed.

Li Xuan was a little frightened to find that the flying insect in his memory was disappearing little by little; Li Xuan tried his best to recall, but he couldn't remember the part that had been erased by the young man.

With a strange and terrifying power, Li Xuan fixed his mind and looked at the young man cautiously.

"You are all characters in my book, but I am not cultivated enough, I am not prepared enough, I can't perfect this world, eh" The young man sighed, turned his head to look at Li Xuan, his eyes were full of loneliness and unwillingness.

"I'm not a creator, I'm not a creator, I'm not a master, I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who aspires to create a world of his own. As the young man spoke, the scene around Li Xuan and him changed instantly.

The two of them came to a huge galaxy.

The young man raised his right hand lightly, thought for a few seconds, and lightly nodded into the distance.

A long river of rainbow light suddenly appeared in front of Li Xuan, causing Li Xuan to be shocked.

In the long river of rainbow light, Li Xuan saw the person he thought he would never have a chance to see again.

The Eight Peaks Peak Master of the Xuan Academy, Yi Shaoguang, Kong Wen and others are all among them.

Jiuyao Xuanshu, Yu Taixu, Li Yunyuan.

The nine sons of Xuanshu, who are dead and who do not know whether they are alive or dead, are all counted, and there are countless disciples of Xuanshu Yuan after them.

"Is this the Underworld?" Li Xuan muttered to himself, his eyes looking at the starry sky around him, and quickly replaced the word Underworld with a dream.

"Maybe I'm really dreaming. ”

"You're not dreaming, you're all born because of my creation, but I'm not ready. Ahem, I'm not going to write any more. The young man said embarrassedly.

When Li Xuan heard this, his brows jumped suddenly, and a bad premonition appeared in Li Xuan's heart.

"Since you are the so-called creator, that means that everything in my situation was arranged by you?" Li Xuan's eyes were full of sadness and joy, and he looked indifferent.

"You don't have to complain about me, you are my character, everything you know and think, all arranged for me. The young man said with a sigh, his eyes looking at the Xuanshu Yuan and the others who were looking at him in disbelief.

Li Yunyuan looked at the young man, a flash of sword light flashed in his eyes, and a huge sword of the galaxy suddenly appeared above the young man's head, stabbing at the young man fiercely.

In an instant, the surrounding stars surged, and countless stars in the galaxy exploded, turning into cosmic dust, and swept towards the young man at an extremely fast speed.

"Yes, it is worthy of being the head of the Ten Heavenly Monarchs in my pen, Zhu Tianjun!" the young man said with an appreciative face, and he didn't see any movement from the young man, and in the blink of an eye, the stars that had just burst and the galaxy that were running returned to their original appearance, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Absolutely. Li Yunyuan showed a trace of weakness in the depths of his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and asked the young man from the corner of his eyes: "Then why did Your Excellency come to this world?"

"Annihilation. A very affirmative voice came, and it came out from afar, like a real Dao Lun sound, which instantly spread throughout the heavens and all worlds.

Li Xuan and the others were shocked.

Life is short for decades, I haven't started my life yet, I haven't found my father yet, is this about to end? Li Xuan's eyes showed a trace of confusion, since he just learned that the world he was in, everything was just a world created by a "great power", Li Xuan entered the legendary sage mode.

Who am I?

Where am I from?

Where do I go?

This kind of question instantly filled Li Xuan's mind.

The young man who learned what Li Xuan was thinking about smiled slightly, and said loudly: "You are the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven, you come from my heart, and you should go back to reincarnation." ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, Li Xuan's body trembled suddenly, and a ray of light burst out from Li Xuan's body, enveloping Li Xuan.

A moment later, the light dissipated, and Li Xuan was gone, replaced by a huge stone tablet.

"Come, come, come, it's time to enter samsara. The young man turned his head and beckoned to the Xuanshu Yuan and the others on the rainbow river.

When the people on the rainbow river heard this, their bodies were shaken, and then their eyes lost their brightness, and they walked towards the stone tablet like a walking corpse.

The young man was recruited again, and hundreds of rainbow rays of light came through the heavens and all the worlds and threw them into the stone tablet.

"The next book, maybe the next book, well, this gentleman will throw you into reincarnation in turn. The young man touched his chin and thought.

The young man stretched out his hand, and the colorful light shone again, only to see that the huge stone tablet instantly turned into a book and fell into the hands of the young man.

"What should be collected has been collected, so it will ruin this world. The young man's eyes seemed to penetrate all the worlds, taking in the scenery of the heavenly worlds, and the young man's eyes flashed with reluctance, and then he resolutely turned and stepped out.

A strange wave swept up, and the world was no longer forbidden, and many creatures did not notice anything, and continued what they had done before.

At this moment, in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, all the powerhouses above the Xuanjun Realm all frowned, and their eyes looked at the outer heavens of the world they were in with great horror.

A never-before-seen wind appeared, instantly blowing through the heavens and all worlds.

Earth, a young man in a black casual suit, is tapping on the keyboard in front of a computer desk, crackling and making bursts of sound.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a simple wardrobe that is easy to carry, a double bed, a folding computer desk, a notebook, and a set of military uniforms with the rank of private, and the police uniform with the logo of the auxiliary police hanging on the wall.

The young man seemed a little tired, stretched his waist, and sighed softly: "You can't stay yesterday, don't worry about this moment; ”

(End of book)