Darkness is the only color of the universe, they are eternal, endless, through heaven and earth, time and space, as if there is never an end in sight, no one knows how darkness came about, and no one knows what it represents.

But he seems to awaken the deepest fear in the hearts of all living beings, between the infinite heaven and earth, there is no light, and all places represent nothingness.

In the ocean of darkness, the tides of energy turned into billions of waves, only those ancient temples radiated light, and they had a bright red light between them, connecting with each other, turning into one road after another, where the legendary avenues were constructed, flashing thunder and storms, as if they would spread in the infinite darkness at any time.

Except for these things, nothing else can be seen at all, even if the weasel has now entered the realm of the immortal level, and his vision has long been able to perceive, endless and far away, and he can even vaguely see the long river of time, but he still can't do it.

Looking ahead, nothing existed, and when I looked back, the road I had arrived on had long been left behind, and it was as dark as ink.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't see through all this.

The ancient temple connects the darkness and the divine light, but what is the end? No one knows, drowning in darkness.

At this moment, the weasel had a realization in his mind, but he did not stop his steps, and now all kinds of mysteries on the earth were emerging, and he had to know what was going on.

As the first disciple of the First Emperor, it was impossible for him to stop here.

The avenue emerged, roaring, the ripples emitted by thousands of lotus flowers, he stepped forward, each step fell seemed to have passed thousands of years, his actions did not seem to be fast, but the speed was terrifying, and the space of thousands of miles would disappear behind him in an instant.

It was only half a step, and he had passed the years that ordinary cultivators could not reach in their lifetimes, and around him, time was constantly reversing, and the years were constantly stretching, as if everything was changing with his mind.

It seems to be moving towards an ancient era, and it is also like spreading towards the road after the years, rumbling and growing, to suppressing the heavens and the earth, and the endless laws cover the whole world.

Ahead is the end of darkness, is the confusion of the years, the weasel is on this road, I don't know how long he has walked, finally he has a hunch that he is about to reach the road ahead, he is about to reach the last years.

In the distant sky, time and space are constantly disordered, and the years are constantly changing, as if everything does not belong to the world, as if everything belongs to the heavens and all worlds.

Vaguely he saw Pangu, where the world was opened, and he saw endless characters who only appeared in legends, standing in the long river of years and thundering.

Black lightning shuttled through the darkness, and no one knew his true path, but at this last hour, a dazzling road, with darkness, appeared in the distance.

The earthquake trembled, and all the shattered palaces that had been around came to light, and they appeared one after another, shining on both sides of the road, until they reached the end.

And at this last critical moment, a gray river actually appeared in front of it, which seemed to change from eternal times to a continuous flow, and there were all kinds of pictures in between, and every drop of water represented thousands of years of time.

Standing at the end of this river, it was as if he had truly come to the center of the world, to the other end of the world that he had never been to before.

The weasel stood again in the dark sea, the chaotic tide of energy tearing through everything around it, and the picture scroll of Nuwa Niangniang rattled with it, exuding the luster of a saint to resist the erosion of the surrounding forces.

He didn't pay any attention to all this, and stepped forward again, staring ahead, a huge river of time and space became a block, and it was not an ordinary river, lying quietly in front of it, but standing vertically between heaven and earth, like a wall, against all the roads behind him.

The weasel used all his strength to cut through the river, looking into the distance and finding that there seemed to be an endless territory behind it, vast and vast.

But it was pitch black, and there was no light to shine into, and even if it was him, he could only see a hazy and vague person.

The laws here are abnormal, the fluctuations here are unpredictable, extraordinary, quiet and terrifying.

It was too quiet for the weasel to stand here, and at last he reached the end of the dark ocean, but found that there was no breath of life here, and he had not heard of the various disasters of the lightning storm, and there was nothing in it.

"How so?"

The weasel felt that it was unusual, and finally he turned his head, vaguely felt something, and found some islands in the distant land behind him, his expression gradually became solemn, and found that the original islands were dotted around, and vaguely seemed to be laid out into what kind of formation.

There were some ancient stones that were all above the sea, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that there were real beings, and some of them still had some soul fragments.

These are different from those encountered before, they are not simple projections, but vaguely leave a trace of their own soul.

Before the infinite primeval years, they must have been the most powerful.

When the weasel walked here before, he restrained his breath too much, so it didn't alarm them, but now as the weasel's gaze swept over, the whole world was constantly roaring, constantly rumbling.

After a few moments, all the creatures there felt it.

"What? Possible? ”

"What's going on? What era is this man? ”

"Why does staring at him make people feel a tingling feeling of oppression?"

On the island, the soul of an ancient era opened his eyes, and he was also a projection, but the immortal who projected him back then left a wisp of life in his soul, and he stared at the weasel in the distance, his face was full of shock.

"A strong man, but he doesn't seem to be a man."

"But the breath of life on his body and the exercises that run on him belong to the First Emperor."

"He's standing here without fear of the energy storm, he's here to walk on the path built by those old palaces!"

Those islands and broken rocks in the distance have some of the most ancient powerhouses, their origin is terrible, they have been sitting here for I don't know how many tens of millions of years, after feeling the weasel gaze, they all suddenly opened their eyes and were awakened, and the light emitted by them seemed to be stars, illuminating the darkness.

They stared into the distance in shock, but after a moment, they turned their heads, for they sensed a thrilling sensation that the animal was too powerful, although it was not very strong, but it gave them a sense of fatal oppression, which was shocking and incomparable.

"Wait and take a closer look, is the picture scroll of the legendary Nuwa Niangniang above his head!"

Finally, a human powerhouse recognized this scene and shouted in surprise.

"It seems to be really, how could it be in his hands, it is the emperor's treasure."

One primeval projection after another asked in surprise, but the weasel didn't pay much attention to them.

This area is extremely mysterious, which makes weasels always feel uneasy.

God knew what would happen to them here, and he turned his head and continued his steps forward, not communicating with the islands and the life on the rocks, he turned and was about to step into the river of time.

"Wait a minute, don't move forward, don't be so reckless!"

From behind, one after another screamed, they were extremely frightened, extremely anxious, obviously did not expect the weasel to be so reckless.

All of them were terrified, and without hesitation, they quickly retreated to the rear, and some even fell on the island and behind the rocks where they were sitting, shivering, as if they were hiding from something in the shadows.

There was a loud bang, the weasel didn't listen to their words, he stepped in, and in the next moment, the sky jumped open, the ghost cried and howled, and the surging energy storm swept in all directions with the breath of the long river of time and space, as if the world had fallen into the end of the world, and the black temple seemed to have turned into a storm, frantically tearing and shattering the surrounding heaven and earth.

It is not so much a hurricane as order is the rule, the embodiment of the avenue.

For endless years, the Heavenly Dao condensed a near-true body here, and all kinds of runes and laws were combined, and then roared between heaven and earth, raging in all directions.

Standing in the midst of that storm, the weasel was sure that the average strong man would not be able to withstand this storm at all.

Because the source of these storms ends in that long river of time and space, the endless continent behind the river, and in that continent, there is a forbidden force that is intimidating.

The fluctuations he exudes are terrifying, oppressive and suffocating, even if he has Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll as a defense, he is dignified, his scalp is numb, and he has to wait for it.

There was a loud click, and at the end of the storm of those years, there was a sound of shattering, and the weasel suddenly raised his head, and found that it was actually an immortal weapon.

He floated and floated here, blown out of the endless time and space, and exploded in the defense formed around Nuwa Niangniang's scroll, completely destroyed.

Seeing this scene, the weasel really felt incredible, and it was unimaginable to draw weapons from the years to attack.

You can imagine what terrible things have happened in those thousands of years.

In addition to the weapons that have been learned from the time and space, the weasel has also found many real things floating here.

They were all left over from a great battle thousands of years ago, and they were swept into the sky as the temporal storm swept away, stabbing towards his body.

There are too many things happening here, obviously although this area is dark, there have been a group of the most powerful creatures who have fought here, fighting each other, no one knows what their results are like, but it is obviously not good, even these weapons have sunk into the ocean of the dark world, corroded, and devoured, if it were not for the storm sweeping, and occasionally some rolling weapons would be rolled up high in the sky, no one would know that there had been a big war here.

The weasel's brows are too strong, these storms are really terrifying, each wisp carries the breath of a big island, and can destroy everything, but he has the protection of Nuwa Niangniang's picture scroll by his side, and there is no storm impact that can hurt him for the time being, and the surface of his body is also shining with a crystalline luster.

The Immortal Qilin flame burned and boiled, blocking the aftermath of the storm.

Even if these storms were aftermath, they were supposed to be enough to cut off the Endless Ones, and the weasel's body was extraordinary, and it was now able to resist it.

He kept moving forward and stepping, and the soul projections hiding behind him were a little worse, all of them were miserable, embarrassed, squatting in the dark corners and shivering.

If it weren't for the peculiarity of this area, the rocks and islands under their feet could not be destroyed, they were natural, and under this kind of attack, most of them would have died completely, and the raging storm came and flew past them.

But even so, there are some strong people who have pale skins and numb scalps.

It was the storm of the avenue, with the breath of darkness, with the reincarnation of the years, all of which were densely packed with the breath of death, and all kinds of symbols rushed like money.

There are even some traces that have eroded history, and are an absolute mortal threat to them, and once they are contaminated, even the traces of the past will dissipate.

The weasel strode forward, he was sure that this was no longer a simple immortal-level storm, it came from the law, it came from the attack of the true Heavenly Dao.

If there is no Nuwa Niangniang picture scroll to bless him here, no matter how high the cultivation is, it will turn into dust.

With a loud bang, the weasel finally struck, the storms blocking his path, the strong wind pressure keeping him from moving forward, and he had to tear the storm apart.

It kept stepping and moving forward, and there were many tall islands around it, and the rocks were low in front of it, and he opened the way and headed forward.

All this did not bring him any too heavy burden, he stood quietly on the surface of the sea, continued to move, continued to shoot, silently thought, he had a hunch, when he really reached the end of this dark ocean and the river, maybe there would be a real great battle.

Seeing that the weasel was advancing in the dark, all those strong people were shocked, and a group of old antiques widened their eyes in surprise.

"He can still move forward, but he is just an immortal, how can he have this kind of power?"

"Those Nuwa Niangniang's picture scrolls are indeed rare treasures for the ages, but how can he exert this strength with his current realm?"

One projection after another, they were all surprised, they went through countless hardships and hardships, and after a long period of suffering, they barely arrived here and won a glimmer of life, for what? It is to cross the river of time and space and achieve itself.

And now it is just an immortal-level existence, covering Nuwa Niangniang's magic weapon, and it can continue to move forward in this dark ocean, how can they not be shocked! (End of chapter)