Hua Lin didn't know that the Yiren priestess was following his steps, and even if he knew, it was nothing compared to what he was facing. The power he absorbed was by no means without side effects, in fact, what he didn't tell Paikon Toast was that the pollution that had brought Paigang Toast to the brink of madness after returning to Gala Cave was also bothering him. He was like a child playing outside the temple, and what he had heard was the sound of running water, the irritating chirping of cicadas in the trees, and the crowing of roosters not far away—these were all things he could "see" after he got the Heavenly Eye, and after listening to these, even if he was blindfolded, he would not mistakenly step into the stream or hit the tree—this was the function of the Heavenly Eye, but now, the temple wall had fallen, so the sound of running water, the crow of cicadas, and the crowing of roosters were all uniform. Monotonous chanting was replaced, and now he could no longer see through illusions, instead, he was trapped by illusions of the past and the future.

When he looked at a tree, the tree he saw might have long since died, or it might not have taken root, and the ghosts of the Yiren were snooping behind the tree, it was probably an illusion from many years ago, they had been lying in wait behind these trees for the unfortunate bastards, and at the same time offering prayers to the Gruul gods, hoping that the gods would blindfold their prey and let the prey fall into the net, and they prayed with bloodthirsty hearts, so these images were transmitted into the abyss, forming part of the Gruul gods, and they were shown to the priests of the Yiren by it, or they, or they, were shown to the priests of the Yiren, or they could be, these ghosts were realistic scenes, after all, Hua Lin's footprints had not set foot in these places beforeThe people of these places were still doing what they had been doing for two hundred years, and it was not excluded that not far away the priests of the great god Guru were praying to their god with fervent and greedy hearts, hoping to organize such a plunder.

He was surrounded by the sound of prayers dedicated to the Gruul gods, praising them for slaves, livestock, food, and others, and occasionally he could tell that a prayer came from a priest named Baraka more than a hundred years ago, who was going to assist his leader in plundering fifty slaves before the slave traders arrived, in exchange for iron tools, or from a young girl who had just converted to the god of flowers, and she wanted to be able to dress up on weekdays without having to go to school, like other girls who had converted to the god of flowers...... But much more prayers had already clung to him before he could tell what it was.

He hadn't thought about what these prayers to God were, he thought they were just the whispers of mediocre people, but now he knew that the language of fools, after being defiled by the unsophisticated spiritual power, was also quite destructive, these filthy prayers, without love, without ideals, and only hurtful wishes, like snowflakes polluted by factory soot, and like gadflies mutated by radiation, they flew around him in groups one by one, ready to completely drown him in this torrent of rushing to the abyss.

He folded his hands in front of him, knowing that although the situation in Montenegro had reached the point where he could not leave it alone, every step towards Montenegro was not so easy.

He had to keep his consciousness alive.

You can't be dragged down by them.

The image of the Age of the Dance rose from the depths of his consciousness, the glorious and beautiful magical cities that were even more impressive than his time, and they conquered dozens of worlds that shook the demons...... A thousand voices sang together around his consciousness at this time: "And yet they perished, perished." ”

He knew what their confidence was, and after the Age of Dancing had passed, the people of the Gara world, who were still enjoying the fruits of that era, had doubts about that era, but the followers of the Gruul god never questioned it.

God needs them to sacrifice their own flesh and blood, so they do.

Even if the altar collapsed and the priests were killed, it would not prevent them from continuing their sacrifices.

They have nothing to gain from their faith and have lost so much, yet their continued sacrifices, their continued faith, nothing can prevent them from offering this world to their eternal death, just as their kind have sacrificed many other worlds.

The true immortal's spell flowed like flowing water in front of his eyes, Xiao Qianqiu was telling thousands of years of time and the way of mountains and rivers, however, the prayers were more fanatical than before, the believers did not know the beauty of mountains and rivers, and they did not want to attain immortality, only destruction was eternal, and they were as eager to pounce on this eternity as moths to fire.

Xiao Ruyun's image flashed by, she had a heart of pity that true immortals did not have, she insisted on her duty after the destruction of her family, and she cared for the remnants of civilization alone in a barrenness.

But she is not a true immortal, she will eventually die, and those around her will bow down before eternal destruction, call what she holds on to "nothingness", and dedicate everything to true existence.

More prayers rang out, and Hua Lin saw countless immortal cities topple, and the surviving true immortal disciples were driven into cages like cattle and sheep, drawing blood and skinning, and they howled and abandoned their useless immortal arts, cursing the true immortals who had sheltered them and fought to the death, thinking that in this way they could become the most humble believers.

"Immortal magic is useless!"

"Immortals don't exist!"

"The way of the true immortal is just a lie!"

Their tearful confessions from afar overwhelmed the prayers of many sacrifices, but a faint and immature voice could not be concealed—"I want to see the outside world." ”

It was a little girl in rags, who didn't know magic, didn't have immortal arts, and wasn't a traverser, and was considered by everyone, including her parents, to be worth only cattle, but that still didn't stop her from wanting to take a look at the outside world, instead of spending her life biting with her nearest neighbor, she didn't know what it was all her life, but her Dao heart was far more determined than anyone else.

"May we all see the outside world and see the outside world. The former wizard muttered.

The light came out of his consciousness, and those filthy and vicious wishes still surrounded him, but now they could not bother him, his eyes had regained their due clarity, and when he concentrated his mental power, although the chanting was still so violent, the stream and the cicadas were not inaudible.

With a slight wave of his hand, he jumped onto a tree that actually existed, and in the distance, the thatched roof of a razor-like village was already faintly visible.