Time passed bit by bit, and in the darkness, Chu Yanshu finally broke the prohibition in his body.

That little glimmer of light has also been expanded by him in these tens of millions of years of penance, and in this extremely dark place, a piece of light has appeared.

The moment the light expands, it is intertwined with the darkness, entangled, and blended with the spirit, and the yin and yang rotate endlessly, forming day and night.

Chu Yanshu looked at the unflowing spiritual breath and muttered,

"It's . Chaos. ”

The beginning of heaven and earth, the beginning of Hongmeng, was born in chaos.

The moment the spiritual breath expanded, the darkness under his feet revealed the appearance of the earth, and as the light spread, green shoots began to grow under the land, and finally green and vitality swept the land.

He walked forward, and with each step he took, flowers bloomed on the earth.

The spiritual breath between heaven and earth was flowing rapidly, and the scenes from the beginning of Hongmeng to the battle of the god of war evolved before his eyes.

He watched as the Chaos Protoss edifice collapsed, and his head was cut off by a sword from a young girl.

Since the rise of the human race, there is no higher god in the world.

The Turbid Breath eroded the Immortal Realm, countless stars fell outside the Universe, and the young girl who had slashed the gods once again embarked on the road of conquest to resist the invasion of the Turbid Qi on heaven and earth.

Fifty years later, the moon of death was born.

Chu Yanshu watched him evade the pursuit of the Phoenix Clan and fall into the Demon Dao.

It turned out that the Dead Moon began with the hybrid of the Hell Black Phoenix and the Chaos Branch.

So, did his Chaos Spirit Root come from him?

Chu Yanshu raised his hand to seal the seal, accelerating the flow of time in the reincarnation realm.

The battle to slay the gods was jointly initiated by the two races of humans and demons.

After the battle of slaying the gods, the leader of the human race disappeared, and the temporary alliance between the human and demon races completely collapsed.

In order to divide the resources of the Protoss, the Terran was divided.

And it is in the past hundred years that the dead moon has risen and unified the demon race, becoming the only existence of a god in the past 10 million years.

The Terran front was defeated one after another, more than a dozen Immortal Emperor powerhouses of the Terran Race died at the hands of the Dead Moon, and countless Terran ancestors sacrificed on the battlefield of gods and demons.

In order to prevent the Dead Moon from going south, almost the entire Soul Dao Sect was wiped out.

It was at that time that in order to trap the dead moon, the pond set up a magic circle, using the fourteen states of Cangwu as a guide to strangle it, and the remnant soul was trapped under the floating tower.

But because of this action, the erosion of the turbid breath was accelerated.

The fairy realm is torn apart, and it is about to be swallowed up by turbidity, falling into the sea of chaos, and all of them will disappear.

In the causal derivation of cause and effect again and again, the immortal realm was divided into five immortal domains, and the array technique was suspended in the universe, while the fourteen continents of Cangwu became victims, falling into the nether realm, hanging in the middle of the immortal realm and the sea of chaos.

After this battle, the vicissitudes of life.

Generations of human beings have risen and fallen like stars.

The power between the five immortal domains is constantly changing, but it is still led by the central immortal domain.

But only the star field of the Fourteen Continents has been in a dim state.

Generation after generation of the human race rose up, and then like a moth to a fire, the blood sacrifice of the floating tower, died for the righteousness, but failed to exchange for a trace of debt.

They tampered with history, and pressed the origin of the turbid breath and the rise of the dead moon on the body of the fourteen continents of Cangwu, calling Cangwu the land of slaves.

Another 100,000 years have passed, and Chu Yanshu finally saw the origin of his life experience.