There are many legends in Skynet that have endured.

The butcher who was born out of thin air, the Marquis of Junqing who climbed to the sky and picked up the stars, and the snow that sat on the rivers and seas for thousands of years......

Among them, the most mysterious is the undisputed number one powerhouse traverser who dominates the Bright List.

Wang Qiong was extremely curious about this traverser.

Because the other party is even more mysterious than him, almost no one has seen him, and there is no information about him in Skynet.

He is like the mist in the years, coming and going in a hurry, leaving only the traces of the peak, towering like a mountain, unshakable.

What kind of demeanor will such a character have?

Wang Qiong had thought about it a thousand times, but he had never thought that the legendary traverser would appear in front of him in such a grand manner, without any warning at all.

"Let's talk!" the traverser smiled slightly.

Before Wang Qiong could react, the latter's palm fell on his shoulder, and the light and shadow changed, and the two of them landed in front of a big river.

This is the longest river in the sky net, Xuanhuang is like a mix, nine curves and eighteen bays, the river is mighty, like ten thousand horses galloping, flowing into the distance.

It is rumored that this river was created based on the dream of His Majesty the Emperor Qin.

Does it have a name?

No one knows, maybe only Emperor Qin knows.

It's just that this river is extremely famous in the sky net, and there have been masters here who have realized the Tao and practiced terrifying powers.

"This river is like the ancient Burial River, mighty and mighty, I don't know where it stretches, there is the end of the Skynet. The traverser whispered.

Wang Qiong's heart moved.

The Buryan River is the oldest river in the world and is known as the Ancestral River.

It starts at the end of heaven and earth, passes through the forbidden area, and reaches the end of the world.

Throughout the ages, only Lin Luotian, the strongest man in 3,000 years, had ever reached the end of the Burial Yan River, and no one knew what was hidden there.

Lin Luotian took everything away.

"The ancient sages were all lonely...... Even if the world is strong, one day it will be like this wave, burying the years and being swallowed up by time. The traverser sighed faintly.

Wang Qiong raised his eyes and couldn't help but say: "But we are living now, just talking about today, who cares about fame after death?"

"Just today, who cares about fame after death!?" the traverser chewed on Wang Qiong's words, a smile appeared on his face.

"Butcher, you're interesting, you're the one I'm looking for. ”

"Who are you looking for?" Wang Qiong raised his eyebrows slightly, a little unclear.

"Forty years ago, the old Qin Emperor was in his prime, and he had many sons under his knees, and the current Qin Emperor was just a nine emperor who had no sense of existence back then. ”

At that time, there were still thirteen years before the establishment of the Qin Huangting Research Institute. The traverser said slowly.

Wang Qiong was stunned, not knowing why the other party told him this.

It was also in that year that a small organization quietly took shape, and at first it consisted of only three people, and the Nine Emperor Princes were one of them. ”

"No one knows the purpose of this organization, they are also extremely tricky, everything is from the heart, they travel the world, looking for companions, and as they continue to grow, the world finally notices the existence of this organization. ”

"In the battle of the Demon Valley, this organization defeated the Eight Great Kings, killed thousands of disciples of the Lords, and became famous in one battle, shocking the world. ”

"On that day, the Valley of the Fallen Demon seemed to have become the holy place for their coronation, they bathed in the blood of the king, ascended to the top, and took the throne as the number, there were twelve of them!" said the traverser, without the slightest fluctuation of emotions.

"The Twelve Thrones!?"

Wang Qiong's heart was turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down.

The Twelve Thrones, the most mysterious and terrifying organization in a hundred years.

There are only twelve people in this organization, but each of them has earth-shattering strength.

They hide in the mists and hide in the world, but their power makes the world fearful.

The throne is a memory, which means to stand above the imperial power and stand on the top of all beings.

They are the true kings of this world.

Unbeknownst to the Crown, the Twelve Thrones had such a terrible past.

With the bloodline of the Eight Great King Cities, they have established a fierce reputation that shakes the world.

How domineering and powerful this is.

Wang Qiong seemed to see that in the dark mist, twelve figures stood majestically, showing invincibility.

"It was also that year that the Nine Emperor Princes single-handedly entered the palace to kill their brothers, and killed the prince's lineage, and there were 361 people in the whole palace, none of whom survived, and this bloody case shook the imperial capital, but the old Qin Emperor remained surprisingly silent. "The traverser is secluded.

Wang Qiong's eyes trembled slightly, he didn't expect that His Majesty the Emperor Qin still had such a dark past, killing his own brother and exterminating his fellow clan, such a bloody case made the world move.

In fact, to this day, no one dares to mention this old case again, and history has long been covered up.

However, the traverser has no taboos and talks eloquently.

"That year, the old Qin Emperor drove the Nine Emperors to the northern snow desert, and in that bitter cold land, he met a person. Speaking of this, the traverser paused slightly and looked at Wang Qiong.

"That person is very similar to the boy next to you. ”

"Ye Mo!?" Wang Qiong's heart chuckled.

The traverser turned his head, looked at the mighty river, and continued, "That person later became the director of the Qin Huangting Research Institute. ”

Wang Qiong's eyes trembled, and a treacherous grand picture seemed to unfold slowly in front of him, which was a legend hidden in the years, shining in the years, and now it is slowly speaking, still thrilling.

It was in that year that the Twelve Thrones officially began their short but legendary journey. The traverser sighed.

"They walked into the ancient temple of the snow desert in the north, stepped into the altar of the 100,000 mountains, went deep into the dragon palace of the four seas, and even swept the demon caves of the world......"

"Pile by pile, shake the world, the twelve thrones have become invincible and immortal symbols, and it only took them ten years to get to this point. ”

"That year, the old Qin Emperor died, and the Nine Emperors returned to the imperial capital, killing more than 6,800 people of the same clan, and more than 100,000 exiles. He bathed in the blood of the emperor, ascended the throne as the emperor, and in the same year, founded the Qin Imperial Court Research Institute. ”

That was the year that the Twelve Thrones disappeared and never appeared in the eyes of the world again. ”

Wang Qiong's heart fluctuated, and it was difficult to calm down.

These secrets are infected with blood and fire, indulge in glory, and are clothed in slaughter, and have long since turned into legends and drowned in time.

But even so, it still sounds heart-wrenching now.

Wang Qiong didn't know how the traverser knew this, and he didn't know why the other party wanted to tell him this.

The traverser seemed to see through Wang Qiong's thoughts, he didn't look back, looked at the rushing river, and said lightly.

"There are talents from all generations, and the former throne has decayed and completely lost its brilliance. ”

"I want to create an organization, just like the Twelve Thrones back then, to dominate all enemies in the world and rise above the world!"

The calm voice echoed in Wang Qiong's ears, like thunder and waves.