Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Like old porcelain, it is destroyed by the erosion of time.

The power of heaven is gradually withdrawn from this world.

The cracks appearing on the old man's face are becoming more and more dense.

Inside the dense gaps, it looked like a gray darkness, like the residue of dried blood.

The cracks spread all the way to the entire skinny body.

The old man's laughter gradually weakened, and a faint light began to shine through the cracks in the body.

At first, it appeared bit by bit, and then it scattered from everywhere in the body, with dazzling light and violent changes!

The five people in the distance watched silently, feeling an inexplicable sadness in their hearts.

Seeing this sad scene in front of them, a picture appeared in their minds.

It was a melancholy world after the rain. In the sky covered by clouds, the brilliant sunshine filtered through the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled down bit by bit, diffusing over the devastated earth.

On the earth, among the ruins, tens of thousands of monks looked up to the sky and roared in despair.

It seems that what hangs above the head is not the sunshine, but the catastrophe that destroys the soul!

"All sentient beings are crossing, and the sinking boat is rising again." Such a sentence suddenly rang out in the gorgeous sky.

The sound is like the netherworld, or the sound of Kagura music from ancient times that has passed through the place of origin.

"Little Valkyrie, remember this scene, remember this moment."

Patriarch Bodhi did not look back and spoke hoarsely:

"This is what you've always wanted to see, the eve of the destruction of the First Generation."

By the time he finished speaking, Xiao Wushen was already trembling all over, with tears filling his eyes.

He looked at the octogenarian.

Looking at Jiang Shenmie, who was falling downwards, annihilated and shattered into nothingness, turning into little black lights.

A generation of peerless powerhouses, the leader of the top ten demons and gods, and the enlightenment mentor of the Little Martial God, just like this, gradually headed for destruction.

Perhaps, in his lonely heart for eternity, he had also missed...

The generation he lived in, the Ten Thousand Heavens Luo Domain where he grew up, and the proud children he educated.

"Boom -" It seemed like a bubble bursting in the water, like a phantom appearing in the bubble.

No matter what it is, it can only be lost in this absurd world!

The octogenarian, Jiang Shenmie, on the eve of landing, his body disintegrated like broken porcelain.

Everything is like smoke, dispersed with the noisy wind.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

The bloody altar trembled violently, and then collapsed.

Along with it, silently, they were annihilated in the endless source of 'Tao' power.

Xiao Wushen silently withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

That powerful beating heart suddenly stopped at this moment.

It stings like thousands of needles!

He looked at his hands, scrutinizing the weathered but still young skin, and murmured to himself:

"I won't forget, never."

"May you really be liberated, my beloved master."

"Let my disciple walk the rest of the way for you!"

Yang Jian and Master Wuchao stepped forward and patted his back gently.

Jiutian Xuannv covered her mouth, as if she was deeply touched.

Tears couldn't stop flowing from the mist-filled eyes.

Patriarch Bodhi, who had his back turned to everyone, nodded gently and sighed.

The sigh seemed to be full of remembrance, and also seemed to contain a bit of rare relief.

That shrill voice, those heart-wrenching words!

At this moment, the little Martial God is no longer out of place, no longer lonely and helpless, no longer burying his heart.

There is an extra responsibility on his back, in his heart, and deep in his soul.

But this responsibility is not a burden, but a belief that makes him feel more powerful to move forward!

For the heavy fate we bear, for the answer to the pursuit of two generations...

Go fight!

Go throw your head!

Go and shed blood!

To overcome all obstacles!

……

The eighth floor of the Cliff Tower is officially broken.

The stairs no longer descended from the sky, but at the end of the world, a Taoist door shrouded in dim light opened.

This world has turned into nothingness, and it is completely impossible to tell that it was once a desert.

The exit revealed at the end, I don’t know where it comes from, let alone where it leads.

The Tao realm clone led five people to the Tao gate, but they did not enter.

Billions of stars floated slowly in his eyes, revealing an unexplainable look.

Ancestor Bodhi felt something in his heart. He took a step forward and used the three-color aura to explore the mystery.

But as soon as the powerful energy came into contact with the Taoist gate, it was forcefully bounced back by an invisible force.

He stopped his hand and frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"This door is a bit weird. I can only sense some faint aura of heaven."

Everyone is puzzled.

The Dao realm clone suddenly closed his eyes, and his expression disappeared.

"Sir, is there any result?" Master Wuchao asked cautiously.

"No, I can't see through it either."

The Taoist clone spoke calmly, and everyone present was shocked.

Even the being closest to a saint in the scene could not deduce the mystery of the door in front of him.

How incredible?

Everyone had different expressions, and the Dao realm clone was slightly aware of it, and suddenly turned around and said:

"Little Valkyrie, go and try."

"I?"

"Yes, don't try to go in. Just stay outside the gate and explore its composition."

"It's… okay."

Xiao Wushen gritted his teeth and approached the Taoist gate.

He held a golden aura in each hand, raised it, and slowly touched the door eaves that exuded a dark light.

Suddenly, a gust of extremely violent wind blew out from the door, pushing the unprepared little Martial God three or four feet away.

This weird scene made Yang Jian and Master Wuchao chuckle.

Xiao Wushen frowned and said:

"Strange, this door seems to be resisting me."

The Taoist clone rubbed his fingers and said meaningfully:

"No, it's afraid of you."

At this time, Patriarch Bodhi suddenly came to Xiao Wushen's side.

He raised his hand, injected a ball of three-color spiritual light into the body of the little Martial God, and then said with a smile:

"You go and try again."

Xiao Wushen looked confused, but still walked towards the door.

"Huh——" Another gust of wind came out, more violent than the previous one.

But at this time, the little Martial God was already on guard. He put a layer of shield around his body and moved forward despite the strong wind.

The closer he got to the door, the stronger the wind became, and the light emitted from the edge of the door became darker and weirder.

"My lord, this wind is too sinister and can destroy the soul. I can't hold it any longer!" Little Martial God suddenly shouted loudly.

Seeing this, the Tao realm clone waved his sleeves, and the original Tao power immediately poured out and blessed the little Martial God's body.

His ferocious expression immediately softened.

Taking advantage of his good condition and sufficient strength, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Those hands pounced and grabbed the edge of the door!

"He succeeded!" Jiutian Xuannv said in surprise.

Patriarch Bodhi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to praise him.

But when he saw the Nether Light Dao Sect, the light was flickering at this moment, his expression immediately changed!

"Let go!"

Little Valkyrie was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, an irresistible suction force came from in front of him!

With a "swish" sound, his whole body was sucked into the Tao Sect...