The river of time and space flows forever.

From the past to the future, the infinite possibilities are unified.

The inner world gave birth to the cosmos, from which billions of living beings were born.

At every moment, the universe is extinguished.

There is also a new universe born out of the waves.

Again and again, the cycle of life and death, the scene of living in the void is deduced.

In the beginning, the existence of the Epistle was unknown to living beings.

Perhaps it wasn't until the first outer demon broke through the universal barrier and saw the seemingly endless sparkling waves, like a fish jumping out of a small pond where it lived, that it was the first time that he discovered the vast and boundless deep ocean.

But all this has long been lost in the depths of time.

Even the ancient taboo that circulated among the Outer Demons made no mention of the earliest Outer Demons.

On top of that, the origin of the Overseer is an eternal mystery.

They don't know when they appeared.

I don't know where I came from or where I'm going.

It is only known that whenever the Overseer comes, it will bring horrific destruction and killing.

Whether it is the Lord of the Universe or the wandering demons, there is hardly anyone who can escape their purge.

That is, there are many deaths, and all kinds of taboos are gradually summed up for those who come after to carefully compare and avoid disasters.

During this period, there were not no great practitioners who tried to resist.

But to this day, the long river of time and space is still flowing slowly.

The Overseer is still on top of the sky, constantly patrolling the sparkling waves.

But the original supernatural ones are gone.

It was as if they were just a flash in the pan, and then they disappeared.

What is left behind may just be an ever-increasing abundance of taboos for other practitioners to follow as if they were iron laws.

And at the beginning, many overseers came at the same time to cut off the battle of extracting the long river of time and space, even among these iron laws and taboos, it can be called an extremely strong stroke.

It was precisely because of the birth of that group of great cultivators that many beings who stood at a certain height knew that the original high-minded, god-like overseers would also be injured, and even killed.

At that time, the earth-shattering battles and the reverse hunting against the Overseers surprised and shocked many Cosmos Lords and Wandering Demons, and suddenly there was a glimmer of hope in the depression.

It's like hesitating in the endless night, and suddenly seeing a ray of rising light.

Dispel the fear in your heart and light the path of confusion.

It shows them the direction they can work towards.

And at the end of this direction, perhaps, is the eternal shore with true freedom.

However, no sooner had the flame of hope risen than it was suddenly extinguished by an even colder wind, and it once again fell into an endless despair like a dark abyss.

It was precisely because of the outbreak of that great war that many great cultivators knew that the number of Overseers was far beyond their imagination.

What's even more terrifying is that with the opening of that golden gate, there are enemies more powerful than the Overseer, appearing in that seemingly boundless golden ocean.

The long river of time and space was cut off and extracted, and I don't know how many universes were extinguished because of it.

And the purpose of all this is to seal the town and isolate it, so that those cultivators who dare to rebel will have no escape, no way to avoid it, until it is completely wiped out.

With the appearance of that invisible barrier, as well as the fluctuations transmitted through the "barrier", it attracted the attention of many cultivators for a while, and also made them all fall into thoughts and memories.

Without exception, they were at least the cultivation level of the Lord of the Universe.

Only in this way can we be like a fish jumping out of the water for a short time, observing and perceiving the changes and waves of other creatures without realizing it.

Their hearts were so agitated that they even fell into irrepressible panic.

I don't know how many years have passed, and the long river of time and space has been truncated and extracted again.

It also means that after that great battle, there were people who rose to the sky and reached the high level of those great cultivators who really stood on the pinnacle at the beginning.

However, all the ancient demons who knew about this legend subconsciously thought that this was simply something that could not happen.

Because the war was so tragic that it almost swept away the monks who really had great magical powers.

After that, despite the long years that have passed, I have never heard of anyone who has been able to break the barrier and stand on the peak that once existed again.

It will even lead to the trial of the gate on the other side, and it will reproduce the terrifying scene of extracting and cutting off the long river.

The fluctuations came silently, and the waves of the long river became more and more rippling wherever they passed.

It's like an invisible hand, tugging at their heartstrings faster and faster.

The oppression was so overwhelming that they felt an incomparably frightening despair even if they were not in the long river of isolation.

At this moment, the volatility erupted without warning.

It seemed to have turned into a monstrous wave, instantly impacting the mind of an unknown number of external demons.

And in this blankness, there seems to be a low roar that may or may not exist, as if it exploded in the deepest part of their consciousness.

"The red line is turning the sky, take my punch!"

Click!

Click, click!

A low roar passed away as if it had never been there.

But almost at the same time, a majestic impact came.

A large river of time and space surged and vibrated for it, like a bomb detonated in the water, instantly disturbing the sparkling waves that seemed to be eternal and unchanging.

In addition, there seems to be a series of crisp cracking sounds quietly appearing.

Accompanied by an incomparably chilling killing machine, it suddenly rose from the place where the long river of time and space was cut off.

Even though they were separated by countless sparkling waves, I don't know how far away, it also made all the cultivators who sensed it feel cold all over their bodies, as if even the fire of the True Spirit Divine Soul was about to be blown out in an instant.

Following the throbbing in the deepest part of their hearts, they looked up in unison from their hiding places, and at this moment they saw a golden door that was extremely mysterious.

Inside the door is a sea of gold with no edge in sight.

It brings a sense of terror and oppression that has never been felt before.

There was also a vague figure bathed in golden light, leaning forward with one hand and holding the other behind him, standing quietly behind the door motionless.

The golden ocean is like its background, and all the golden light is born for it.

Even the door on the other side seems to be opened because of his arrival.

He towered high above all beings, like a truly otherworldly god.

The moment they saw this figure, I don't know how many great cultivators' minds were snatched away in an instant.

They involuntarily became pious and fanatical, and slowly knelt down towards the gate of the other side, like the purest believers bowing to the true God, and gradually losing their original selves under the light of the Holy Light.

But they didn't kneel down after all.

Because just below the "True God", outside the mysterious golden gate, two rays of light, one black and one red, suddenly appeared, shattering and slashing the golden light, and resolutely heading towards the golden ocean.

In the depths of the black torrent was a hideous and terrifying demon wearing broken armor and covered in blood.

Wrapped in a frenzied force that seemed to destroy everything, the waves of the river shattered everywhere it passed, and even the golden light could not stop it.

And in the blood-colored light, there was a slender and soft figure holding the sword trick in his hand.

The awe-inspiring killing power and the cold of the sword seem to freeze everything in an instant, silently falling into emptiness.

The two are one on the left and one on the right, reflecting each other, and they will converge with the figure high above and bathed in golden light, and collide head-on.

Rumble!!!

Before the black and red light arrived, the terrifying impact came.

The gate on the other side flickered and began to tremble slightly.

Even the golden sea located inside the door seemed to be turbulent because of this, stirring up a golden wave.

Only the vague figure bathed in golden light still stood silently behind the door, maintaining the same posture and looking down.

It wasn't until the killing intent and furious impact of Senhan approached that it slowly stretched out its other arm behind its back.

It's still exactly the same sword finger, one left and one right pressed down.

At the same time, there was also a cold mechanical sound, which instantly stirred up sparkling waves, and suddenly swept away in a large period of time and space.

"Everything that shouldn't exist will eventually disappear."

With the sound of the voice, everything fell silent.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment.

Whether it is the golden ocean or the sparkling waves of the long river, it is as if it has been frozen in ice.

Even at great distances, they are affected almost identically.

I don't know how many Masters of the Universe and wandering demons have become lifeless sculptures.

Even the True Spirit Divine Soul was sealed, and even a thought could not be raised.

But at the end of their frozen gaze, there were two more black and red rays of light moving.

Whether it is the hideous and terrifying demon or the slender and delicate figure, although the movement is as slow as a frozen frame, it is still moving forward against the current.

Little by little, time passed.

I don't know how long it will be.

Perhaps it has gone through the vicissitudes of a long time.

Of course, it can only be a very brief moment.

They finally reached the end of the trip.

One smashed his fists almost shattering at this point.

The other drew a bloodied sword from his body.

The fist is surging and destroying the world.

The sword light is bright, and it is extremely cold.

The two sides were almost synchronized, landing on two sword fingers at the same time.

It seems that this punch and a sword are just to let the figure behind the door catch it.

As if the cycle of cause and effect should be like this, he has been waiting behind the door for countless years, just for the arrival of the fist sword light through time and space.

This scene is like an extremely fantastic and magnificent picture, deeply engraved in the depths of the true soul of countless cultivators, and perhaps it will never be forgotten in this life and this life.

Until a little golden light blooms from the center of the scroll.

In an instant, everything was covered up.

Whether it was far or near, all the outer demons suddenly lost their senses.

It is as if the place where you are no longer in the long river of time and space, but to the void chaos of nothingness.

The five colors are blind, the five tones are mourning, and the five flavors are gone.

They can't even perceive their own existence.

Another long time of fear and torment passed.

Perhaps in the long river of time and space, there was a sparkling wave forward.

Without warning, they woke up from the emptiness and nothingness, and examined their souls and bodies in horror.

There are also some who don't care about anything, and immediately look up in a certain direction.

His gaze penetrated the long river of time and space, passing the slightly rippling waves, looking for the source of such a change.

But in the next moment, everyone was stunned.

It's gone.

Everything is gone.

As far as the eye can see, only the long river of time and space flows slowly.

Apart from the eternal faint light, there were no other visions.

Whether it's that high gate.

Or a vague figure bathed in golden light.

Along with the boundless sea of gold behind the door, it disappeared without a trace.

And what disappeared with it was the hideous demon with both fists in the sky, and the delicate figure with the body and sword in one, and there was not a trace left.

The terrifying images that happened before, and even the long river of time and space were cut off and cut off, as if they were just dreams they had just experienced, and once they woke up, they could never go back and find them.

And as time passed, some of the weaker cultivators were even more surprised to find that they didn't know what they were looking for, and even though they had been meditating for a long time, no clues came to their minds.

Even after a moment, even this doubt disappeared.

Only the outer demons who have lived longer and have a higher realm vaguely seem to understand something.

They sensed that the true spirit and soul were being eroded by the influence, but they kept it secret, only adding a new taboo in their hearts.

Other than that, all they could do was hide themselves more and wait for the aftermath of the upheaval to dissipate.

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The long river of time and space flows slowly.

The light is like a wave.

Constantly lapping on the side of the boat, the ripples in circles quietly waved.

It was only after the boat sailed that all fluctuations disappeared, leaving no trace.

One paddling, one half-lying.

I don't know where to go with a flat boat.

In the space under the ship, a thousand hands forcibly suppressed their thoughts and did not allow themselves to look up.

But this damn curiosity drives it to glance up involuntarily every once in a while.

Then he lowered his eyes in fear, for fear that the two men on the ship would notice it.

It held back its doubts, but it didn't know who to talk to.

In addition to the stupid dragon beasts that only know how to eat, drink, and breed, there is only the taciturn Demon Abyss left.

Before, when the two hadn't returned, no matter how much it tried to find a topic, she was like a lifeless statue, and she didn't respond from beginning to end.

The boat moved forward silently.

Senju sighed secretly, closing his eyes and trying to gather his thoughts.

I felt really depressed and sad, like a flame burning, and like countless tentacles scratching in my heart, no matter how I concentrated and calmed down, I couldn't calm down.

Soon after Wei Daozi and the captain left, the entire space under the ship began to fluctuate violently, and I don't know what kind of major event happened to cause such a terrifying shock.

This was the first thing that Thousand Hands was extremely curious about.

It's a pity that it is imprisoned by the space under the ship opened up by the captain, and it is impossible to observe and perceive the outside world, otherwise it will definitely make a good note, and perhaps it can also use the changes that caused the impact as a taboo, and it can be regarded as an additional basis for eliminating disasters and avoiding disasters in the future.

But compared to the impact that caused violent turmoil in the space under the ship, Senju was the second thing that was more curious.

That is, Wei Daozi came back, but he didn't come back completely.

Perhaps it could be called Rulai.

Because he did not enter the space under the ship as usual, and continued to exist as a manager.

Thousand hands never thought that Wei Daozi would actually get on the ship.

It's no longer that she's on top and he's on top, but that both of them are on top.

However, what it didn't expect was that when the two of them came back from a trip, Wei Daozi's belly turned out to be big.

It's like seven or eight months pregnant, and it's completely undisguised and bulging.

If it was the captain's age, Senju didn't think he would be so curious, although this kind of thing was incredible, but after thinking about it a few more times, he would be able to convince himself.

But it turned out to be Wei Daozi.

It's a strange thing that makes it puzzled.

On a flat boat, blood flowed slowly.

It was quickly absorbed by the hull and did not spill a bit.

"I feel like I'm dying."

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a turbid breath and stared at his seemingly unscathed body, but inside it was on the verge of collapse and disintegration.

He struggled to raise his hand and hold down his bulging belly.

The movement was a little bigger, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the body.

"I'm probably going to die."

"So you should satisfy my curiosity and tell me how I managed to make this little boat sail through time, sometimes carving the mark of time, and now leaving no trace of it."

After a moment, he repeated the sentence again, and then slowly raised his head to stare at the figure of the stiff machine, paddling the oars at once.

"At this point, you still pretend that the Overseer has no intelligence, do you think that I am so weak that even my brain has turned into a mess?"