The years when I would transform

These old antiques only have their last bit of strength left. It would be good if they could find Wang Xiao, at least their deaths would be worthwhile.

But what if you can’t find it?

What if what was found was Wang Xiao’s dead head?

Loss or not?

Absolutely a huge loss!

Not only yourself will suffer, but also the entire race behind you.

In the end, these ancestors believed that Wang Xiao had no chance of survival, so they each notified the younger generations in their clan and asked them to come and take them back.

The blood of our ancestors has dried up and they can't withstand the tossing and turning. Now that the biggest hidden danger has been eliminated, let's return in the safest way!

After they returned, they immediately informed the entire universe of Wang Xiao's intrusion into the anti-space.

Countless hostile races of Yanhuang cheered and held various celebrations. This day was even established as the "Demon Extermination Day" by many races.

In contrast to them is the Yanhuang tribe. The entire Yanhuang tribe is shrouded in gloom. Everyone seems to have lost their backbone and hope. They are like walking corpses and can only mechanically transform the solar system.

Just when the entire Yanhuang tribe was immersed in despair and grief and the world had lost its color, a group of celebrities including Gaia, Fanren, Li Er, Zhao Zilong, Wen Zhong, Huo Qubing, Caesar, etc., collectively appeared in front of the Yanhuang people for the first time and held a press conference of the Yanhuang tribe.

"The rumors about Wang Xiao's death are all nonsense. He was merely injured and went into seclusion to recuperate. Don't believe the rumors of his death." Li Er spoke first. After all, he was the boss, and no one disbelieved his words.

"I am Gaia. Believe me, Wang Xiao will come back eventually." A human-shaped light and shadow told everyone in a neutral voice.

"Everything is my plan." As a mortal who was the military strategist of Yanhuang, he only said this one sentence, but just this one sentence made countless Yanhuang people believe it without a doubt.

Zhao Zilong and others also spoke up, claiming that Wang Xiao would soon become immortal...

"Brother Xiao must be in pain!" Qiao Ling snuggled in Zhang Baojia's arms, tears streaming down her face. All she could think of was the live broadcast of Wang Xiao with only his head left.

Zhang Baojia gritted his teeth and said with a hint of pride: "My idol is so powerful that he can shock the whole clan. I want to be like him in the future..."

At this time, a seed was quietly planted in the hearts of the Yanhuang people.

A seed like Wang Xiao that is feared by all races.

On this day, the Yanhuang people once again united as never before and devoted themselves to transforming the Milky Way.

Wang Xiao didn’t know what was happening to the Yanhuang tribe, he didn’t even know whether he was dead or alive.

Everything in the anti-space cannot be explained by common sense. There is no sun, moon, or stars here, only endless nothingness.

At the same time, there is a twisting force that can tear apart the strongest people in the God-Merging Realm.

The moment Wang Xiao entered the anti-space, his hair was broken into pieces, his skin was torn, revealing his red muscles. There was not a single intact part of his head, as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades at the same time, or torn apart by an invisible force.

"Zi~"

The white brain matter was squeezed out through the cracks in the skull.

A head that doesn't look like a head, floating quietly in the anti-space.

The ears were torn into pieces, turned into minced meat, and then turned into ashes.

The nose collapsed, leaving a pit.

The lips have also disappeared, revealing the gums and teeth...

Wang Xiao...

Seems to be dead.

There are no life fluctuations, nor are there any energy fluctuations.

But strangely, the head had not been completely torn into pieces, which was very unreasonable.

According to common sense, Wang Xiao has already become a part of the particles in the anti-space, but he still retains the most basic form, although this form looks extremely tragic and terrifying.

Suddenly, two extremely weak lights flashed in Wang Xiao’s empty eye sockets.

A few minutes later, the extremely weak light appeared again, and then disappeared again.

Every time the light came on, a mysterious and complete aura of rules covered the entire head.

This light... doesn't seem to be from this universe.

But it comes from another universe, a universe with a more complete and higher dimension.

The reason why I say [complete] is because when Wang Xiao accepted the energy inheritance from Sun Wukong, Li Er told the mortal that when he entered the state of fusion of gods, he realized that the edge of the universe was collapsing.

This means that the universe is not complete.

And now the light in Wang Xiao’s eyes has a complete cosmic aura, an aura of a higher dimension.

It is precisely because of this breath from high latitudes that protects Wang Xiao and allows him to retain his last life.

But this life is between life and death. In layman's terms, it is already brain dead...

"what?"

A sound of surprise suddenly came from the empty and terrifying anti-space.

Then, a huge hand made of light particles grabbed Wang Xiao and pulled him into the depths of the anti-space.

A tall and strong man, with his back to everything, sits in the void.

This person seemed to be standing on the other side of the long river of time, emitting an aura that was detached from the world and above all things, like a [God] in the world.

"You have the breath of Tao in that universe. Could it be that you are the [God] created by the Yanhuang tribe?" The man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and deep, as if he came from a distant time and space, with endless echoes.

The man still had his back to Wang Xiao and never looked back, but he could see everything.

A mysterious aura rose from the man, turned into something tangible, and gradually formed scenes of light and shadow.

The scenes in the light and shadow were actually the scenes that Wang Xiao had experienced, and they were third-person scenes.

It's unbelievable that a person's life experience can be played out like movie scenes. What kind of means is this?

Even God is no more than this!

The man looked at Gaia and the mortals in the picture and said, "I see, Yandi, Huangdi, long time no see."

Finally, he saw the sky. As soon as the sky appeared, his majestic body trembled slightly.

However, just this one shake triggered a series of reactions in the anti-space. Tiny anti-space cracks appeared around him, and through the anti-space he could catch a glimpse of a starry sky, which was not from this universe, and then quickly dissipated.

“You’ve suffered a lot…” the man whispered, with an indescribable complex emotion in his voice.

“Wang Xiao…” The man had learned Wang Xiao’s name from the light and shadow, and he continued, “You can’t die.”

The man led Wang Xiao's head in front of him, slowly extended a finger, and pointed at Wang Xiao's empty eye sockets.

In an instant, the light shone in all directions, extremely bright, with endless spots in the brightness.

This is the interweaving of time and space, the cycle of life and death, and the surge of the most original energy in the universe. At the same time, there is also the same high-dimensional aura as Wang Xiao blended into it.

This aura is purer and more complete than Wang Xiao's.

In Wang Xiao's eyes, it seemed as if stars were born, and as if the universe was destroyed. Everything happened in that instant, and returned to calm in that instant...