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door?

Where does the door come from?

Wuji Jun frowned and subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from. He saw a heavy relief door between the fragmented embroidery realm, which had been suspended in the air at some point.

The embroidered world was the product of Yao Qing's Red Dust Base, and the relief gate came from the deepest part of the Red Dust Base.

But at this moment, the door that led to nowhere was slowly opening...

Boom——! !

A stegosaurus surrounded by thunder swam past the relief gate with a roar. Before it could fly far, a cold snort suddenly sounded from behind the gate.

An invisible ripple spread out from the relief gate.

The ripples spread very quickly, catching up with the flying stegosaurus in the blink of an eye. Wherever the ripples passed, the lightning on the stegosaurus disappeared instantly, as if an invisible hand controlled all the energy in its body...

The next moment, every sword on the stegosaurus collapsed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the microscopic particles that made up its matter were decomposed into countless tiny "strings", which were swept into the sweeping ripples and turned into energy tides rushing in all directions to the west!

The unstoppable Thunder Stegosaurus swam for just two seconds before it completely fell apart and disappeared into nothingness!

"This is……"

Wuji Jun's pupils shrank slightly.

This scene was so shocking that at this moment, both the members of the Witchcraft Association on the battlefield and the people from the Dusk Society were attracted by the disappearance of the stegosaurus... They all seemed to have guessed something, with horror in their eyes!

"I just changed my clothes and got ready for work... Looks like I have to take a break again." Seeing this, Bai Ye, who was wearing a black suit, sighed helplessly.

The other members of the Dusk Club also stared intently in the direction of the main city.

"That person has woken up, and the world should change."

"It's hard to say who will win or lose in this battle..."

……

"Could it be..."

On the city wall battlefield, Chen Ling, who was standing on the back of the shadow scorpion, saw this scene, and a light flickered in his eyes.

The next moment, a figure in white training clothes stepped out from behind the relief door.

The second Nine Lords-level pressure suddenly descended! !

Boom-! ! !

Long black hair danced in the wind like a waterfall. A graceful figure with bare feet stood on the void, above the main city of the mortal world. Her figure overlapped with the towering figure on the relief gate, as if a god resided in the world!

Mr. Red Dust, Su Zhiwei.

Su Zhiwei walked in the void, just like walking on the surface of a pond. Every step he took was like a drop of water, creating ripples in the void...

She looked down at the city shrouded in war, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

This is a strange era, the buildings, the environment, the sky, the burning ruins, the wandering disasters, and the wronged souls and cries that fill the world... Su Zhiwei, dressed in white, stood there, like a lost person from another era. She knew nothing about anything here.

But the only thing she was sure of was that her domain was protecting this place, which was the Mortal Realm;

So, the hibernation plan was successful?

The Red Dust Realm has been successfully built, and she has also crossed a long period of time and arrived in another era... Su Zhiwei doesn't know the exact time, but it has definitely been more than a hundred years.

So... he's gone too?

The figure of a young man flashed through Su Zhiwei's mind, and a wave of sadness arose in his heart.

A hundred years is the limit of human life. Although she lived to this era, for those who had been with her, this was a farewell forever.

Su Zhiwei took a deep breath, suppressed these emotions for the time being, and turned his gaze back to the devastated world of mortals;

Here, she felt the aura of another Nine Lords.

"Damn..."

When Su Zhiwei's gaze fell on the human world, Wuji Jun's eyes flashed with brilliance, as if he was thinking about something rapidly... Then he gritted his teeth and rushed out of the Red Dust Realm at an astonishing speed!

He's leaving!

Wuji Jun was very smart. He knew that once Hongchen Jun woke up, the Hongchen Realm would welcome its second demigod. However, he was not in his prime right now. With less than half of his strength, he could not possibly be a match for Hongchen Jun and Yao Qing...

Therefore, he made the best tactical decision in an instant, which was to temporarily withdraw from the Red Dust Realm!

Although he didn't know how Hong Chenjun had managed to extend his life to this era, he estimated that it must be related to the hibernation capsule. If this was the case, then Hong Chenjun would probably be like Yao Qing and would soon collapse and perish.

Once she left the Red Dust Realm, it would be impossible for Lord Red Dust to catch up with her, because the domain protecting the Red Dust Realm would dissipate as soon as she left. Lord Wuji didn't believe that Lord Red Dust would give up those millions of lives to kill him... To put it another way, even if she really dared, the deaths of those millions of people would be enough to produce enough Philosopher's Stones to restore him to his peak combat power.

As for Yao Qing, he is already at the end of his strength. Even if he chases me out of the realm to kill me, he will only be killed by me. So as long as I leave the Red Dust Realm, I can regain the initiative!

When the lives of these two demigods come to an end, he will still be able to conquer the mortal world!

Seeing Wujijun turn around and run away, Yao Qing was also stunned.

"This guy... is really treacherous."

Yao Qing did not chase after her, because he no longer had the strength to do so. At this moment, his attention was focused on the figure walking towards him in the air...

Three hundred years;

Although Yao Qing had been by Su Zhiwei's side every day for the past three hundred years, using embroidery silk to trap the years for her...but when he saw her wake up with his own eyes, Yao Qing's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Joy? Anticipation? Relief? Or... fear?

Yao Qing didn't know.

Even though he was the only demigod of Qingshen Dao in this era, his heart was still in turmoil... His cloudy and old eyes were filled with tears, which eventually overflowed and dripped into the puddle below him.

The ripples shattered, and the disheveled old man, covered in blood holes, was shattered into millions of pieces in the reflection. He saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and his whole body trembled slightly.

He was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and silently looked away.

The strands of embroidery silk moved among the old wrinkles, silently changing his facial features and face shape. He watched himself in the puddle, gradually changing into the appearance of another old man.

at the same time,

The graceful figure in white training clothes came out of nothingness.

As she approached, when that vivid face was right before his eyes, the emotions that Yao Qing had suppressed for hundreds of years became increasingly difficult to control...

A surge of love surged into my heart, and when it reached my lips, it finally turned into a hoarse and respectful word:

"The leader of the Qingshen Dao... respectfully welcomes the return of Lord Hongchen."

He bowed his head deeply and saluted respectfully.