Nameless Wasteland.

All things are silent and desolate.

Moreover, this desolate appearance is not fixed, but spreads in all directions at a constant and incomparable speed. It's as if there is an invisible ripple sweeping away.

The invisible ripples, where they passed, the plants and trees were scorched, the mountains and rivers were broken, the birds and beasts were extinct, everything was reduced to rubble, and with time, it was completely turned into a wasteland.

Suddenly, another ripple of substance rippled from afar, and rushed into this wasteland.

This ripple did not have any violent impact with the invisible ripple, and just like this, silently, rushed into the wasteland.

In just an instant, the spread of the wasteland came to an abrupt end. Then, on the wasteland, the earth shook, and a thick crack burst out, endless earth and stones, submerged into the ravine, the rumbling sound, the sound was non-stop, and the weather was terrifying.

A moment later, a huge creature that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, like a dragon but not a dragon, rushed out of the crack of the thickest ravine.

It is thick, a hundred miles long, and it is tens of millions of miles, so huge and boundless, there is no editor in sight.

This creature is quite strange, like a dragon-like head, it looks quite crystalline, like a jade cast, and even, you can see the veins and textures inside, which is very different from its body.

This creature is none other than one of the remaining Chaos Gods and Demons, the Chaos Mirage.

The Chaos Mirage, also known as the Yasheng, was defeated by the Thousand-Tailed Divine Fox at the beginning, beheaded and fell into a deep sleep. Life and death are unpredictable. So. But he is not among the twenty-four saints. Therefore, the reputation is not very loud, and there are not many monks who know about it.

After the consciousness of the Chaos Mirage awakened, that is, time, he shifted his location, hidden in this secret realm, and concentrated on cultivation. Restore the magic power of the past.

This place is not actually a wasteland itself, but it has become like this because it has swallowed up all the life. Relying on such devastating plunder, the cultivation of the Chaos Mirage has recovered to its original thirty percent, although it is no longer the top sub-saint, but it is comparable to the powerhouse in the middle stage of the sub-saint.

If, no one bother. The Chaos Mirage was ready to stay like this until then. The cultivation of one's own family is completely restored, or, this secret realm, completely swallowed up by it. As for time, for the Chaos Mirage of the Chaos God and Demon Body, it didn't mean anything at all.

This time, he woke up, naturally because of the ripple that penetrated into the secret realm.

The Chaos Mirage, which was once a top-level sub-saint, really knew too well what it meant. That means there is a new Asian Christmas in the world.

Yasheng is the last level before the enlightenment, and the difficulty of this level is extraordinary. It has been hundreds of years since he woke up, and this is the first time that someone has been promoted to a sub-saint, and this is still in the first perfect world, so it can be seen that it is general.

Although the Chaos Mirage was already a sub-saint when it woke up from the chaos, it also knew that it was because of its own creation in the chaos. Without creation, it would not be possible. And this time, Yasheng's promotion, in his opinion, is obvious, it is also edified.

And the creation that allows the monk to achieve the sub-holy realm is undoubtedly a great creation. The possibility of such a great creation being wiped out by a person's promotion is very small, that is to say, the place where that sub-saint was promoted is likely to have many remnants of the great creation.

The remnants of this great creation were nothing to him in his heyday, and he might not care about them. Now, however, it is very different. Now, he has not recovered from his serious injuries, and if he gets this great creation, he will definitely be able to recover from his injuries countless times faster.

And this means that he can take revenge on the thousand-tailed divine fox earlier.

Because of this, the Chaos Mirage immediately stopped devouring the origin of the secret realm, manifested its true body, and prepared to go to the place where the sub-saint was promoted to seize the Great Creation.

"Hopefully, where the Great Creation is enough, I can restore my success in one fell swoop, then I won't have to search for other Creations in a desperate way!"

The Chaos Mirage muttered to itself, and its body shrank rapidly, and in a short moment, it shrank to a few feet in length, and the thickness of its fingers, like a small snake.

The length of the body, between a curve and a stretch, in an instant, tore the void, and the trace was invisible

In the chaotic void, in an unfathomable place, there is a palace called the Heavenly Cicada Palace.

Here, it is one of the 24 famous sub-saints, the retreat of the cicada.

In the Heavenly Cicada Palace, there are not too many monks, only a few of them, but each of these people, each of them, has their own extraordinary cultivation. The worst is also the Semi-Saint Late Stage.

And among them, in addition to the palace master of the time cicada, there are also three sub-saints. is a small palace, but its strength is terrifying.

Above the main hall, the cicada manifested its original body, squeaking and singing.

Between the sounds, light and rain fell from the sky, and the golden lotus swelled on the ground, and endless wonderful phases were born from each other.

This is exactly the time cicada is preaching.

Time passes, but it is different from others. Most of the others are talking about the Great Dao after their own understanding, but he is the Great Dao that he perceives, directly manifesting it with the sound of cicadas, without any understanding of himself, and letting the disciples directly comprehend the essence of the most primitive Dao.

There is no doubt that the essence of this avenue is very difficult, obscure, and difficult to understand. For the vast majority of monks, what they hear is just the ordinary chirping of cicadas, nothing special. However, for monks who are truly able to comprehend, they can obtain incomparable benefits.

Because, what you perceive from the primitiveness is the most suitable for yourself. And what suits you best is also the best.

And this is also the reason why the cicada did not open the mountain gate and recruit disciples on a large scale like other sub-saints. The reason for this is that the qualifications of the monks who can understand his sermons are too high.

A group of disciples were hearing the wonderful, and suddenly, a ripple rippled. That is, time, the sermon of the cicada came to an abrupt end, and he turned into a human body, kneeling cross-legged on the throne.

"Hey," there were a lot of doubts on the face of the cicada, which was indistinguishable from the old and the young, "That Enlightenment Valley, isn't it a method made up by a monk, how can someone really be promoted to Yasheng where? Could it be that there is really a secret there, which is not clear to the person who stirred up the trouble? Or is it that the person has already planned successfully?"

All the disciples also understood what was happening, and one by one, they were all quite shocked, and their hearing was interrupted, but they were not dissatisfied.

After muttering to himself, the cicada was silent for a moment, and then pointed to a disciple under the door and said, "Li You, you go to the Enlightenment Valley to have a look and see the situation!"

"Yes!" (to be continued......)