After reliving the tragic battle of five hundred years in the illusion, although Wu Wei had a relation, he couldn't change any facts. With his current Taoist cultivation, even if he participates, he will only become cannon fodder in the flames of war.

The demon clan, which was the first to provoke the war, suffered an unprecedented devastating blow and paid a terrible price for it. The remaining demon forces were basically expelled by the Terran powerhouses to this barren land in the Southern Regions.

The 'prison' where countless demons were imprisoned here is the best testimony to the tragic ending of that great war, and the reason why the ruler of the human race did not exterminate the demon race may also have some kind of warning and foresight.

Similarly, thousands of clan monks and the strongest were also killed in that battle, and all kinds of artifacts and treasures were left behind.

Wu Wei had heard countless times about the pre-ancient Terran Guardian War, but this was a war that no one could really define right and wrong.

The so-called strongest demon clan for their own selfish desires, the clan to attack, burn, kill and loot, occupy the city and kill the weak, bloodthirsty and evil, the behavior is almost the anger of people and gods. But that was all hearsay from the mouths of the descendants of the human race, and its true historical veil could not be unveiled at all with Wu Wei's current cultivation experience.

As he grew older and more experienced, he gradually discovered that such secret ancient histories seemed to be only sung by the victors, and that there was no right or wrong in war, and there was no so-called justice or evil.

At least the few people of the demon clan he had seen were not as bloodthirsty and murderous as they were rumored, such as the little demon wolf who had saved him several times, the Tianyu Divine Soldier 'Machine Spirit' who helped him step into the path of cultivation, and the ancient divine dragon he had just seen, and there seemed to be a huge bias and misunderstanding between the 'heinous and unforgiving' in his impression.

Of course, Wu Wei is not a righteous and awe-inspiring person, he just sighs that all creatures are annihilated and disappeared in the ruthless flames of war.

After hundreds of years of hard practice, before he could discover the true meaning of the Dao, he was annihilated in the senseless strife and killing, and he did not want to be such a victim.

"Your life must be in your own hands, and you should have no regrets about hard practice!" When a person understands the true meaning of life and death from the truth, he will gain the greatest strength and calmness.

"Improving one's cultivation as soon as possible is what we can do now. He shook his head, recovering from this heavy state, and after strengthening his determination to become stronger, he continued to walk forward, looking for an entrance to the seventh floor.

...

Under the four wildernesses, it is extremely desolate, the mountains and rivers are shattered, the bones are withered, the blood is everywhere, and the eyes are full of desolation.

At this moment, the cold night wind is like a weeping soul, hovering in the air, refusing to disperse for a long time, as if telling endless sorrow.

Unconsciously, Wu Wei walked to a wilderness, where the surroundings were clear, and it looked incompatible with the corpse mountain and sea of blood he had seen before, and suddenly he faintly felt a strange fluctuating aura coming from the depths of the ground.

"Ding, knock, clang, clang..."

Soon, he heard the sound of Dao Gu Xun echoing over this empty field, as if someone was gently striking a meteorite with a sharp weapon, full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and the whole world suddenly fell silent, so quiet that it made people feel terrified.

The air around him was as silent as water, and Wu Wei stood on this strange field, and even the spirit of the Lingtai was beating violently with the rhythm of this distant sound.

At this moment, Wu Wei suddenly felt a tremor in his spirit, and a vast and ancient voice seemed to come from the ancient flood that cut through the void, and finally echoed in his golden sea of consciousness like Huang Zhong Da Lu.

"Who is he?

"Hu passed away my beam, and did not enter my door;"

"Yi who is from the clouds, the clouds of the storm,"

"Ten thousand people do it, who is in trouble!"

What Wu Wei heard was a very special sound, the voice was still very small at first, but then it became bigger and bigger, and the mysterious sound of the Great Dao Tianyin echoed like a dusk drum and morning bell, suddenly striking on his heart.

Under the impact of the sound of the heavens on this avenue, his soul trembled, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he had to sit down cross-legged to stabilize his mind, and after a while, a transcendent breath rippled out, and at this moment he suddenly looked like a fairy who didn't eat other people's fireworks would ride the wind at any time.

And his inner world at the moment is not as quiet as his body, the sound of the avenue is like the sea, the profundity is vast, every word sounds, it is like the sea collapsing and the mountains cracking, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Like the ancient cicada singing, and like the prayer of the desolate gods, it is endless, cutting through the eternal sky, and slowly flowing into Wu Wei's heart, making his heart shake, and his thoughts fluctuate, not knowing where he is.

I don't know how long it has been, Wu Wei's whole person is fixed there, the sound of the gods is like a bell, long and vast, difficult to understand, and the meaning is not clear at all.

One moment it was like being in the abyss of hell, and the next moment it was like walking into the pure land of the gods, and all kinds of inexplicable feelings came to his heart, making him alert and confused.

Immediately afterwards, the golden ancient characters swirled around his spiritual platform, these ancient words were mysterious and mysterious, like a certain kind of ancient sentence from Taoist classics, mysterious and difficult, difficult to understand its meaning.

Although the divine sound is mysterious, it is not verbose, and the ancient characters are only thirty, which is quite a simple feeling. Every word that fell into Wu Wei's heart was first stirred like shaking mountains and rivers, and then it was as silent as the moon on the sea.

Thirty quaint golden characters had been clearly engraved in his heart, but the divine sound was endless, and it still continued to echo in his sea of consciousness.

If there were outsiders present, they would definitely feel strange, Wu Wei did not have any pain on his face at the moment, on the contrary, his face was holy and peaceful, and there was a faint burst of immortal breath emanating.

I don't know how long it has been, but the sonorous sound like Gu Xun sounded again, as if it came from a distant time and space, dull and full of sadness, full of sadness, ethereal and real.

Suddenly, more voices came, like endless voices of mourning, as if tens of thousands of people were worshipping and praying for a person's funeral.

The death knell rang, and the mourning was bursting, as if a huge funeral was unfolding in this area, and there were endless seas of people mourning and praying in the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, a high-pitched dragon chant suddenly resounded through the sky, shaking the rivers and mountains, and spreading all over the earth, as if there was a real picture engraved in the starry sky of history.

At this moment, it gave people a strange illusion, as if they had witnessed the scene of an ancient emperor dominating the vast land and dominating the world.

After a while, in the vast gray and black sky, stars lit up, and endless real brilliant glow dotted in between, like an ethereal starry sky ancient road spreading in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, the vision of heaven and earth finally dissipated, the endless black fell into calm again, and the surrounding desolate aura invaded and spread again.