High-dimensional space-time, unbounded, Ancestral Council.

There are more than 100 divine seats, and there are majestic figures with a thick aura sitting on them, all of them are true immortal giants, their figures are a little illusory and distorted, not real bodies.

Presumably, they are still fighting all over the world, looking for the remains of the remnants, or sitting in a confidential place to dominate the battlefield.

Whenever there is a major event that determines the direction of civilization, the Ancestor Council will remain open, and the True Immortals will gather here to exchange information at any time.

"Mastermind, haven't you found out the whereabouts of Yan Xing?"

The Lord of Reincarnation slowly opened his eyes and looked at the large ball of light that was constantly flickering above the central platform. As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the true immortals, and they all opened their eyes to look at it.

Thanks to the shattering of the ruins of creation, the rifts in time and space spread all over the heavens and the earth, and they directly crossed the rifts and returned to the territory of the Alliance, saving them a long return time.

"Not yet."

The ball of light rippled, piling up the neutral face of the main brain, with a solemn and dignified expression, as the central brain in charge of high-dimensional time and space, it was very busy during this time.

Not only do you have to control the battle situation, deploy troops, support logistics materials, etc., but also rely on it to collect intelligence, and you also need to maintain the normal operation of high-dimensional time and space, and confront the "Heart of the Multiverse" game.

Fortunately, it doesn't feel tired like a living being, but it just feels that the computing power is a little insufficient.

"Humph! Yan Xing is missing, and we still need an explanation from him why, the ball of light that gives magical abilities does not exist! ”

Tonan True Immortal's eyebrows sank slightly, and he did not hide the unhappiness in his eyes, as the so-called greater expectations, the greater the disappointment, and even in the end, even the remains of the supreme existence were taken away, and Yan Xing became the only breakthrough.

"Ahem, you can't say that, this situation is not Director Yan's intention, he was captured by the mechanical guards and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, is it a little too early to make a judgment in advance?"

"What?! Galaxy, do you think that freak will die in the ruins? Who knows if he's playing some kind of trick? ”

The Lord of Reincarnation's eyes widened, he had long been aware that the old thing Xinghe and Yan Xing were not clear, and the relationship between the two was ambiguous, and they were defended to him everywhere, and it seemed that this was the case.

"Well, the old man didn't say that."

The Star River Emperor blinked, and hurriedly stopped talking, and understood that the current situation was indeed very unfavorable to Yan Xing, and most of the true immortals were dissatisfied, but they didn't show it like the Lord of Reincarnation.

They are lazy to score right and wrong, as long as the purpose of the trip to the ruins is not achieved, they can be judged guilty and suspicious, and it is not something that the true immortal giants need to consider.

"Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

Sima Wenchen spoke softly, his tone quiet.

"Not long after Director Yan was captured in the ruins, that mysterious man appeared, crushed everything, and shattered the ruins of creation."

As soon as these words came out, the already delicate range of the council was immediately suppressed for a few points, and all the true immortals showed thoughtful expressions.

"Old man Wenchen, do you mean that Yan Xing has something to do with the mysterious man who came on horseback?"

"Huh."

Sima Wenchen smiled and did not answer, its underlying meaning was already self-evident.

There are no fools among the true immortals, and their minds are sharp, and they immediately understand what the so-called "coincidence" means.

Since the civilization of this world has been recorded, there are not many "freaks", which refers to the fact that it is contrary to common sense, and the [First Yama] of the Dark Ages is barely one, of course, everyone present knows that it is the consciousness clone of Yan Xing returning to the past.

Secondly, it is the various strange abilities possessed by Yan Xing itself, and the mysterious person who appeared in the ruins not long ago is also powerful against common sense, far beyond the level of true immortals.

Both are contrary to common sense, they can be called "abnormal", and there is no such coincidence in the world that people have to associate them.

"Yes, I don't rule it out."

The Lord of Reincarnation clasped his hands quietly, his heart moved, and the picture of the mysterious man coming from the horse lingered. He was hostile to Yan Xingneng, but for the terrifying mysterious man, there was only fear left.

"In short, if you want to know what secrets are hidden in this, you must first find out Yan Xing, mastermind, can you do it?"

"I don't know."

The Mastermind shook his head, pondered for a moment, and continued: "If Director Yan is within the shroud range of the high-dimensional space-time, he can temporarily close the high-dimensional space-time and activate the [Extra-Dimensional Time-Space Trace], there is a high chance that he can be found. ”

"However, with the current war situation, once the high-dimensional space-time is suspended, the alliance will fall into an extremely passive situation. Moreover, if Director Yan was in a misty wasteland that could not be covered by high-dimensional space-time, then it would be a pointless and futile move. ”

At the beginning, in order to find the relics of creation, the high-dimensional time and space had been suspended for a period of time, but unfortunately nothing was found, because the ruins were hidden in the depths of the incomparably distant misty wasteland.

It cannot be ruled out that this will also be the case with Yan Xing.

"That's it, the current battle situation is complicated, and it's really inappropriate."

"This matter will be put aside for the time being, and it will be discussed after the war, I don't believe it, he can hide for a lifetime, as long as he is not dead, it will always appear."

As soon as the words were pressed, all the true immortals' thoughts happened to be there, and they led the topic to the other side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been three years since the ruins collapsed, and how many saint remains and ruins have been recovered so far?"

"I have three corpses in my hands, five relics soldiers."

"Two, one."

"Six, three."

"Two, four."

“……”

After some statistics, the true immortals were all mentally shocked, and it was in vain that they tossed and turned, shattered the sky, annihilated the scorched earth, paid an unimaginable price, and gained a lot.

"Good!"

"In the old man's opinion, it's time for us to go to the place of sleep, wake up the sages and friends of the past generations, and the tribes of all races are probably also taking action."

"Good!"

If the true immortal wants to walk in the world, he needs to have the soldiers of the ruins to cover his breath, otherwise he will only be reduced to the body of an ominous will.

No one knows that throughout the ages, in the endless years, how many true immortals have chosen to self-ban and sleep for eternity, waiting to wake up.

"Hehe, with so many saint remains, the plan of this seat can also be launched, right!? It just so happened that while everyone was there, I applied to open the [Terran Wheel Tomb] and take out those things. ”

The Lord of Samsara had a hint of hoarseness in his deep voice, his eyes were frenzied, and the instinctive fear of facing the mysterious man tormented him to a point of madness, shame and anger, and the thirst for power in his heart was at an all-time high.

The Terran Wheel Tomb, the full name of which is the "Pure-Blood Wheel Tomb of the Terran", is an ancient special time and space established after the night will be destroyed and the pureblood will be lifted off the altar in the Starfire Age, when there were no alliances and tribes.

There are a large number of pure-blood corpses stored inside, and some of them are analysis tools that have been squeezed out of value by various forces, and when they reach the end of their lives, they will be handed over to the alliance to dispose of and placed in the wheel tomb. The other part is the waste from various pure-blood experiments.

"Lord of Reincarnation, are you sure?"

All the true immortals showed their expressions of interest, and the [Saint Remains Project] has been shelved, just because the remains are too rare, first, they are reluctant to lose, and second, the number is too small, even if the plan is successful, it is simply not enough for so many true immortals to distribute.

Under the checks and balances of the true immortals, intentionally or unintentionally, the progress was slow.

Now it's different, the remains of the saint are enough, and each true immortal can get more than one.

"It's not ten out of ten, eight or nine percent sure, this seat still has it."

The head of the Lord of Reincarnation was raised slightly, revealing a reserved and complacent look, because he did not have the strong support of the Alliance, he had been experimenting with catching purebloods on his own. His supreme wisdom and ability to achieve results in the face of extremely poor resources is naturally remarkable.

"Very good, after waking up all the Taoist friends, let's start to open the Terran Wheel Tomb!"

"Seconded!"

Seeing that all the true immortals raised their hands to express their attitudes, the Galaxy Emperor's eyes flickered, and his heart had made up his mind that the overall situation had been decided, so he silently seconded the proposal.

The war between the alliance and the tribe in the Dark Ages has achieved a lot of advantages, and the ownership of the [Terran Wheel Tomb] has been completely controlled by the Alliance, and the Ten Thousand Tribes have been kicked out, and now they can no longer touch the Wheel Tomb.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

At this moment, the main brain suddenly spoke, vibrating the light, and drew a coordinate map in the void.

"According to the front-line battle report, another inheritance stone tablet was found, which is suspected to bind the members of the Night Curtain Society, please take a look."

The light curtain changed, reflecting a distorted picture of the lake, and in the scarlet mist, a stone monument with a whole body of black and blue stood majestically, and between the dense chains, one of the figures in a white dress could be faintly seen.

"It's her!"

Seeing this, all the true immortals' expressions changed, the battle in the stele forest three years ago was vivid, and they naturally would not forget this woman with terrifying strength.

Three years ago, the first place where the traces of suspected members of the Night Curtain Club were found was in the Shadow Society. The Realm is a swamp of disgust. At that time, because the battle for the remains was extremely fierce, and because the members of the Night Curtain Society were bound by the stone tablet and could not escape, the true immortals did not pay attention to it for the time being.

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Until, when I took a look with my free hands, I found that the petite member of the Nightfall Club had disappeared.

Could it be that the Inheritance Stone Tablet has changed after it was separated from the ruins?

Only then did the true immortals realize that something was wrong!

Thinking back to the Spark Age, the fear of being dominated by the Night Curtain Society, even if you are not a witness, you are also uneasy. Therefore, in order to prevent the resurgence of the night, the true immortals consciously looked for the inheritance steles that bound the members of the night.

It's a pity that nothing has been achieved for three years.

"Humph! No wonder it has not been found, and even high-dimensional time and space have not been able to catch its traces, it turns out that it has fallen into the misty wasteland. ”

The coordinates displayed by the main brain are located outside the territory of the alliance, trillions of light-years deep into the mist, not far away, not near, just out of the coverage of high-dimensional space-time.

"Which of you can spare your hands?"

"Me!"

"I'm free."

"Hehe, leave for a while, and those tribal dogs don't dare to mess around?"

"Very well, I'm sorry for you to go."

More than a dozen True Immortal Phantoms nodded slightly and slowly closed their eyes.

The Galaxy Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and the consciousness connected to the deity had received this important information.