Porter of Two Worlds

In a small room, there was no sound, no light, and it was silent, as if in an eternal vacuum of cold darkness.

In this small room, there was a person sitting quietly cross-legged. He didn't breathe and was motionless. He was like a stone in time, blending into the dark room, seemingly non-existent, and seemed to exist forever.

If there is light in this room, you can see that this person looks like he is only twenty years old, but his calm eyes give people an unparalleled sense of historical vicissitudes. Through his eyes, it seems to be able to see history The vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of time.

No one knows who he is, and there is no legend about him in the world. He is like a grain of gravel in the long river of time, inconspicuous and unnoticed, but he really exists.

In front of this person, there was a wooden desk with two pieces of ancient leather on it. There were simple lines and words drawn by unknown animal blood on the leather.

His eyes were empty, but his eyes were fixed on the two ancient animal skins, and he kept this motion still. He had maintained this motion for a long time.

In the dark room, I don't know how long it has passed, there are faint light spots flickering, on and off, like fireflies in the night sky, sometimes glowing and sometimes disappearing.

There are nine light spots, without any regular arrangement, even if people see it, they can't make sense of it.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the nine light spots are actually moving at an extremely slow speed, and the nine light spots are like the tip of a pen, drawing lines.

However, the lines drawn by the nine light spots will disappear if they extend less than two centimeters, and then the light spots will return to the original point to draw the lines again...

Undoubtedly, the person in the room, he was contemplating the two animal skins in front of him, and seemed to want to draw the lines on the animal skins according to his own calculations, but he failed again and again, and each time he was not correct .

I don't know how long this boring behavior lasted, and I don't know how long it will continue...

A certain person, the person in the dark room, his eyes flickered for a moment. Immediately, the dark room became no longer dark, and there was light. The room was empty except for the animal skins.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and outside the door, a gray-haired old man stood still, without looking inside the room, he said: My lord, there are some unexpected situations outside that we cannot control, please take charge of the overall situation, my lord, not me. Waiting for incompetence is beyond our control...

After the old man outside the door finished speaking, he stopped talking and waited quietly, waiting for the answer from the ageless person in the room.

The eyes of the people sitting cross-legged in the room flickered slightly, and finally there was a slight emotional fluctuation, and they nodded slightly...

The Tower of Eternity is just a city with a small area, and the years of its existence cannot be verified. The whole city is shrouded in a layer of holy white light, like a capital where gods live.

At this time, outside the city of the Tower of Eternity, thick fog covered the sky, and this small city was surrounded in the center of the thick fog.

A man dressed in sackcloth appeared in the void above the Tower of Eternity. His face looked only in his twenties, but his calm eyes were full of vicissitudes of time, as if he had been baptized by endless years.

He appeared so silently,

It seems to have been there all the time, incomparably compatible with the whole world, without feeling awkward at all.

When this person appeared, there was a flicker of light and shadow behind him, and a group of more than a hundred people appeared, all of them were ninth-level powerhouses, and they were the ninth-level high-level people in the Tower of Eternity.

Calmly staring at the dense fog in the surrounding world outside the Tower of Eternity, the young man in linen with unwavering gaze and ageless eyebrows raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had a hint of interest.

He flicked his arm lightly, and his wide sleeves swept across the void. There seemed to be an invisible breeze blowing in the whole world, and it was like an eraser passing across rice paper. The breath disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and the world returned to clarity.

When the dense fog disappeared, the gossip formation under the cover of the dense fog manifested, and the situation inside also fell into the eyes of the high-level gang of the Tower of Eternity.

When seeing the situation in the gossip formation, the whole world became quiet.

The ninth-level powerhouses of the Tower of Eternity looked at the situation in the formation, their expressions were astonished, puzzled, horrified, and surprised...

Nearly eight thousand nine-level powerhouses, hundreds of thousands of eighth-level and seventh-level powerhouses, one out of ten?

How much time has passed? Why is this happening?

Eight worlds, did the formation evolve? More than 80% of the powerhouses in the light world fell into the formation. In such a short period of time, more than 90% died?

...

A group of strong men from the Tower of Eternity looked at the gossip array and muttered to themselves, so shocked that they were numb, unable to understand, unable to figure it out.

I can't see the future!

In the silent and oppressive world, a calm and indifferent voice sounded.

It was the young man in sackcloth who spoke, his eyes were empty and he had a puzzled expression on his face.

Behind him, a group of ninth-level powerhouses in the Tower of Eternity looked at him, and no one could understand the meaning of his words...

At this time, in the gossip formation, there are only thirteen rank-nine powerhouses left in the formation, including the king of the Beastman Kingdom, the king of the Tianlong Empire of the Yulan Empire, the heads of the four major academies, and the patriarch of the Spirit Race...

Those who have survived until now, without exception, are all top experts in the world.

Bai Yang felt something in his heart, subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, his brows frowned and his heart froze.

The golden dragon that Li Zhenyan turned into stopped chasing and killing the remaining ninth-rank powerhouses, circled in the void, flashing light and shadow rushed into the lava below and disappeared.

At this point, more than a dozen ninth-level powerhouses who fled for their lives from the formation were shocked to find that the deadly threat had disappeared, stopped their escape steps, and looked at Bai Yang in horror and incomprehension.

Why did he stop killing himself? Could it be that you don't bother to do it?

Ignoring them, Bai Yang looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to penetrate the distance of space, and he stared at the young man in sackcloth standing in the sky outside the Tower of Eternity.

His heart sank again, and Bai Yang felt the pressure.

Although this person is within sight, he seems to be in the endlessly distant horizon. He can be truly seen, but he is integrated with the heaven and the earth, as if he is a part of the heaven and the earth. There is no domineering aura of a martial arts monk, only the deep and great power of the heaven and earth. Charm, the saint mirror powerhouse?

Looking at the young man in sackcloth from the air, Bai Yang murmured to himself, his mood can be described as overwhelming.

That is a saint mirror strong man, no, to be precise, he is a tenth-rank warlock on the Bright Continent, that is, a so-called god-like existence. Although he has never seen a saint with his own eyes, he subconsciously feels that there is still a gap between the other party and a real saint.

He is not the Heavenly Emperor Mirror powerhouse I felt in the Thieves Association, but a tenth-rank warlock, the Saint Mirror exists, and a native of the Holy Light Continent!

There is actually a tenth-order existence on the Holy Light Continent, and a tenth-order existence was born!

The eyes of that young man in sackcloth looked at each other across the air, Bai Yang's eyes were full of vigilance and solemnity, but the other's eyes were curious and scrutinizing, with a hint of curiosity.

With a sudden change in his mind, Bai Yang probably understood something.

The tenth-level sorcerer in sight is probably the real person in charge in the Tower of Eternity, the real patron saint of the Light Realm!

No wonder the Tower of Eternity is aloof, because there is a so-called god inside it!

However, a deep feeling tells Bai Yang that this person is not the god of the temple, not that foreign emperor-level powerhouse, because that emperor-level powerhouse is much stronger than this person!

Although this young man in linen can't stand shoulder to shoulder with that emperor-level powerhouse, he is a real mirror of a saint after all.

Above the nine heavens, the tenth-level young man in linen looked at the situation in the gossip formation, his eyes flickered, and scenes of what happened in the formation not long ago flowed through his eyes, as if he had witnessed everything that happened in the formation with his own eyes. , the death of the powerhouse in the endless light world is vividly remembered...

Then, a scowl appeared on his face.

Nearly 80% of the powerhouses in the Light Realm fell, which would cause incalculable and terrible consequences. This tenth-level powerhouse was a little angry, and felt that Bai Yang was no different from a demon in disregarding the fate of hundreds of millions of people in the world!

Without saying a word, he gently stretched out a hand and pressed it down slowly.

This movement is so gentle and freehand, so understated, the cloud is so light and the wind is so light that you can't feel the slightest smoke and fire. However, his seemingly random movement is extremely terrifying!

With his gentle movement, the whole world seemed to freeze, everything was in a state of stillness.

Bai Yang felt it most clearly. In his eyes, at this moment, the power of the whole world was mobilized by that young man in sackcloth, descending with a kind of mighty power like the might of God.

Tenth-rank god? Ninth-rank saint!

The divine light in Bai Yang's eyes bloomed, and he didn't flinch, only the fighting spirit soaring to the sky.

In terms of realm, Bai Yang is a full realm lower than the opponent. Bai Yang in the True God Mirror is only comprehending the rules of heaven and earth, while the opponent in the realm of saints has actually mastered a rule of heaven and earth!

At this time, the other party pressed down with a light palm. Although it did not use the power of the rules to crush it, it seemed to affect the power of the whole world!

Without a direct confrontation, Bai Yang mobilized all the power of the Eight Diagrams Formation.

Originally, the Eight Diagrams Formation was divided into eight sub-formations, each of which fought against the strong men in the Light Realm, but at this time, the power of all the Eight Diagrams Formation was integrated by Bai Yang.

Hum...!

The whole world trembled, and the eight sub-arrays of the gossip array, and the eight evolved worlds collapsed instantly, turning into the original power, the wind and thunder of heaven and earth, and the water and volcanoes!

The original power of the eight systems merges with each other, turning into mysterious gossip symbols that rotate slowly, like the rolling of the heaven and earth millstones, at the center, the void distorts and collapses, and an extremely mysterious Tai Chi pattern appears.

The innate Taiji map, carrying the mysterious and unpredictable power of heaven and earth, soars to the sky, and confronts the power of the palm of the tenth-level god...

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