Chapter 1034: Chapter 1053: Three Million Years Later
Time flows eternally, with oceans turning into mulberry fields.
Time is the most ruthless; it can smooth over all heartaches, make all past events fade into oblivion, burying those bygone days in the dust of time, leaving the world to forget that distant past shrouded in mystery.
Time flees, a fleeting glimpse of a white horse crossing a gap, the tides of years rush down according to an ancient, unchanging law, burying the past, concealing that sealed history.
Ancient legends, universal chronicles:
In the beginning, Heaven and Earth were divided into the Three Realms. Yet, a cataclysmic battle of annihilation began three million years ago, breaking the world into pieces. Hong Jun, the Dao Ancestor, wielded boundless great magical power to unify the Three Realms, transforming them into a stretch of primordial land.
Two million and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years have passed since the annihilation battle, and in just one more year, it will complete the three million cycle!
No one knows what happened three million years ago, nor why the annihilation battle began.
That era seems to have become a fracture; none of the ancient texts in the world contain records of three million years ago, as if the epochs of the primordial land only began three million years back, and everything about three million years prior has become taboo.
Ten thousand paths contend, a hundred flowers bloom, this is a dazzling and extreme golden age, an unprecedented golden age!
In these three million years, the primordial Heaven and Earth expanded vast and boundless, filled with spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth. During these three million years, individuals regarded as astonishing anomalies have emerged!
A peerless Demon Emperor rose against all odds, deemed the strongest individual of the Demon Race throughout history, wielding the Chaos Bell proudly in the world, revered as the Great Emperor of the Demon Race.
Moreover, the Immortal Court stands proud, commanding the group of immortals in the primordial world, everything submits wherever the lord of the Immortal Court goes.
There is also the Emperor of the Witch Clan who picks stars and holds moons, leading the lineage of the Witch Clan to dominate the world, wholly deserving of the title "Supreme of Heaven and Earth."
There’s the Wushuang Ghost Emperor who controls the Six Paths of Reincarnation, with all Yin Spirits obedient to his commands, and in all the primordial land, no one dares to challenge him.
A hundred flowers bloom, ten thousand paths contend, composing an infinitely splendid golden age for the primordial land.
A new talent from the Demon Race rises against fate, considered the most gifted individual in the Demon Race throughout all of history. He cultivates the Demon Emperor Battle Body, and from the moment he emerged, his cultivation was already that of a Daluo Golden Immortal, achieving the Quasi-Saint Realm within merely ten thousand years, leaving the creatures of the primordial land in stupefaction!
In the Immortal Court, there are also two great Star Deities, known as the Taiyin Fairy and the Deity of the Sun. When they descended to the world, the power of the Taiyin and the Sun radiated from their bodies, likewise stepping into the Quasi-Saint Realm at the age of ten thousand!
Under the Wushuang Ghost Emperor, a ghost child emerged, born with the ability to comprehend the Dao of Netherworld Reincarnation. By merely opening and closing eyes, he can cast people into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and no one knows the extent of his terrifying cultivation.
Moreover, there is an Emperor’s son from the Witch Clan, achieving the Ancient Witch body, blessed by the twelve Ancestor Witches at birth, and possessing astounding cultivation that truly makes him a Heavenly Pride child.
Time flows swiftly; three million years.
The past was buried, the epoch severed; no one knows the history of three million years ago, nor does anyone care for those bygone days.
In these three million years, talents from various races emerged one after another, continually warring, gaining and losing victories, all vying to be the master of the primordial land.
Sadly, no one can dominate all contemporaries, and no one can unify the primordial land.
Moreover, the leaders of these major factions tirelessly strive to seize the Saint Position. Because in these three million years, only a single last Saint Position remains in Heaven and Earth.
The Three Pure Ones stand above, the Ziwei Heavenly Emperor resides outside the world, the Hou Tu Saint is revered among the Witch Clan, and the last rumored Saint Position remains vacant, with the greatest desire of the leaders of various forces being to become the final Heavenly Dao Saint.
The universal chronicles of the primordial world!
It is the record of significant events in the history of the primordial world, compiled into books by various races!
But what puzzles the world is that the universal chronicles of the primordial world only contain history within the last three million years, while the history before three million years is glossed over, recording merely that it was an annihilation catastrophe, with no further records, as if there are unspeakable truths from three million years ago!
There are even Immortal archaeologists attempting to trace that distant past. Unfortunately, though they found some clues, they secluded themselves, as if they have uncovered a truth they cannot accept.
Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, Undying Venerable Ye Xuan!
This phrase has long been buried in the dust of time, seemingly deliberately erased by someone, hiding all knowledge of Ye Xuan from the world, never to be known by the spirits.
Through the changes of oceans into mulberry fields, time moves on. Even as three million years have passed, some ancient immortals cannot forget that era of chaotic darkness, their minds deeply etched with those unspeakable, forbidden names.
Sadly, they do not dare to speak out or mention it, for if they utter that person’s name or speak of that sealed history, they, too, would suffer an unimaginable catastrophe.
For that person’s name is the taboo within taboos, and should anyone dare let it surface, it signifies the end of their life.
Once, a Heavenly Pride of the Demon Race, beloved greatly, asked the Demon Race patriarch about the history from three million years ago, relying on the doting favor of the Demon Race’s elder.
Yet, when this question was posed, the face of the Demon Race patriarch changed wildly, with fear flashing in his eyes. He rebuked the descendants vehemently and even destroyed the cultivation of the inquirer as a warning against mentioning the history from three million years ago!
This matter is not only a taboo of the Demon Race, but similar events transpire within other major forces. Numerous disciples from various races have faced harsh punishments, thus discouraging future generations from asking.
As the years pass, the history from three million years ago has indeed become a taboo within the primordial land, and no one pays any heed to past events!
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On a desolate mountaintop, a protruding tomb, three ancient trees obscuring the sky and sun, the sound of birds chirping ceaselessly, several falling green leaves drift down onto the tomb, a gentle breeze blowing, sending the leaves drifting away.
A lonely grave without a tombstone, with no one offering sacrifices, stands solitarily in this unnamed small mountain, having endured the baptism of time, and no one cares who the remains in the tomb once belonged to.
Crack—crack—crack.
The soil atop the tomb loosens and then gradually splits apart, revealing a bronze ancient coffin emerging. This bronze ancient coffin radiates the vicissitudes of time, with ancient patterns engraved upon it.
Rumble!
A dull sound of the coffin opening gradually echoes, as the lid slowly moves aside, and a white arm extends slowly from within the bronze ancient coffin!
Wow!
The yellow soil on the coffin lid continually falls away, revealing both arms in their entirety, as a slender silhouette sways and stands up shakily from the bronze ancient coffin.
Barefooted, his silver hair as white as snow, eyes filled with confusion, he gazes blankly at the world before him. As a gentle breeze blows, it also sends his snow-white hair billowing in the wind!