Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The tomb keeper spoke here, silenced for a long time.

It seems that the Emperor also has little hope that in millions of years' time, someone will come here to hear the last words and successfully pass the "ultimate test” of the black-wall maker.

“My request seems too much - how could human civilization be discovered all of a sudden without an answer that could be found by an entire hundred ancient civilizations, including Pangu? Perhaps we should not have carried out such tests at all, we should have stayed away from the ruins of too ancient times and forgotten all about them, the vastness of the multiverse, the threat of the flood tide, the glory of what we were as the makers of the black wall, so carefree, so nightmarish, so alive and alive as waves flow, until the day when we are eroded by time and wiped out by nature. ”

The tomb keeper's voice almost moaned, "And perhaps we need a miracle, like the first inorganic thing that had life in the thunder of lightning and turned into an organic miracle - the only miracle that could make our civilization leap forward and continue to evolve in a brighter direction.

“In other words, life itself is a miracle, intelligent life is a cluster of hundreds of millions of miracles, miracles always happen, miracles… have happened, haven't they? ”

With the final infinite and infinite question of hope, the Emperor's white hair was pale, and the image of the tree finally broke completely, turning into a billion-dollar light of pale gold, like a meteor rain that laid heaven and earth, and rushed into Li Yao's mind.

Between moments, Li Yiu's illusions flourished in front of him, the battle drumming in his ears, each bunch of nerve endings instantly absorbed astronomical digital information, more realistic and detailed hundreds of millions of times the scene than the three-dimensional stereoscopic fiction just now, flashing between his spirits one by one.

He was more than in a situation where he became a dying emperor, a curve that tore apart the strange and turbulent ileum of a lifetime and rolled back at a lightning speed.

Li Yao first saw the grey-haired emperor compare deep in the ruins of Tai ancient times with his own demons - his silver hair suddenly turned into a fiery blood color, suddenly turned into a brilliant and brilliant blonde color, his expression suddenly blurry, suddenly resolute, the war roar suddenly high, suddenly crazy, one manipulated two super giant warriors, “Golden Sun” and “End of the World" in the way of “spacecraft," until both giant warriors were bombarded with holes, broken apart, the light in his body completely suppressed the darkness, “Golden Sun” waved the knife, harshly pierced the "Holocaust of the End"!

Then, the scene flashed back to where it used to be, in the extreme heavens, beneath the stars, near the "Golden Crystal Tower," and started that shocking duel.

Still a confrontation between the "Golden Sun” and the "Holocaust of the Last World", but this time, the "Holocaust of the Last World” is controlled by the true Son of the Mad God of the Last Day War, and the Emperor is at the peak of the power and the soul of God. The power of the two Giant Divine Soldiers has increased tenfold!

It was a more glorious battle than any battle Li Yao had ever been involved in. It was the rise of 10,000 new suns from the underground world, inspiring countless geological faults and lava belts to move stupidly. The entire planet was deterred by the emperor's power and the madness of the bloodgods. The sky collapsed, the earth trembled, the spirits coated with coal, and a planet, all threatened with explosion.

The image flashed again, this time, back to the emperor's ascendancy, casting the glorious work of human civilization 100,000 years ago, the most glorious moment in the eyes of the world.

The emperor stood in front of the mammoth fortress, a golden and glorious battle armor that supported his magical style. There was a “star to star, don't dare to resist”, but tearing the atmosphere between the clouds, wrapping tens of thousands of battleships bursting in with the burning clouds of bears, releasing flaming cannons, symbolizing the unlimited future of the Starling Sea Empire and human civilization - that was the most glorious moment of the Starling Sea Empire, from the emperor to every civilian, in a few decades, today's glory will become an endless ordeal, and human civilization will be searching for 10,000 years in the muddy marsh of chaos to usher new peace and hope.

However, the hidden dangers have long been buried, the images flashed, and countless scenes of the head of the Imperial Army tragically dying under the Imperial Slaughter Knife, including countless of the Emperor's old comrades and even childhood companions, their roar and screaming, turned into black poisonous thorns, became the pain and remorse that could never be pulled out deep in the Emperor's Divine Spirit.

As the images flashed, the emperor's memories moved on to the past.

First, he organized the military against the demonic rulers, the glory and joy of a hundred victories; then he faced various nightmare beasts and war machines in the gladiator field, constantly grinding his soul in a thousand hammers of purification, awakening too ancient blood; and finally, he was a tragic but not without happy childhood in a slave mine.

Remembered, at this moment of death, the Emperor General remembered, his thoughts went all the way through the wormhole, back to the ancient ruins, back to that solidified battlefield, even before the battlefield was solidified, when he existed in "embryonic form”.

And then...

The embryo of the Emperor, like a gate, or black hole with infinite mystery, when Pangu researchers bombarded the black hole with all kinds of strong stimuli, Li Yao's consciousness drilled into the spiral light and saw the secret hidden in the deepest part of the Emperor's genetic chain.

He saw very clearly that deep eyes, a bunch of golden streams floating around his skin, and the streams of the ancient people were still unpredictable.

Seeing how these Tai Ancient peoples managed to wield nothingness and clarity as if they were ready to melt in 3D space, migrate into 4D space and emerge in the Pangu universe.

Seeing how the Tai Ancients crushed their bodies, transformed each cell into a crystal clear seed with hundreds of millions of genes, sowed into every inhabitable planet in the Pan Ancient universe and a resource planet with extremely harsh environments, even a vacuum asteroid belt that theoretically could not produce any life.

After the overwhelming majority of the Tai Ancients crushed themselves, the last few Tai Ancients stood on the Tower of Heaven, looking at the sky in a complex way, and then the brilliant stars in the sky actually went out one after the other!

The sky above their heads, which was like a sparkling ocean, could see the burning stars of bears everywhere, reflecting the earth as if it were daylight.

But hundreds of millions of stars disappeared one after another, and the invisible dark beast devoured the universe, leaving only a handful of stars, struggling to shed a bleak light.

The black wall is up.

Too ancient man sealed himself and sealed himself in the tiny Pankoku universe.

“Ah!”

In this scene, Li Yao felt endless sadness and infinite anger. As if he were sealed in a tiny iron house, he was bored to the point of not being able to breathe and had to make the most intense roar of his own accord.

He struggles, he resists, he interrogates, he growls, he unleashes the deepest power of the genetic chain, he breaks the bloody black wall, he breaks all the seals!

Countless golden streams of light gushed through his mind, rolling, turbulent.

At first, he thought it was the Emperor's inheritance.

Soon, however, he discovered that it was not only the inheritance of the emperor, but mainly the power released from the depths of his genetic chain.

—— The Emperor and every ordinary human being living in the Pangu universe today, like everyone else, were the heirs of millions of years ago's Tai Ancient race, the maker of the black wall.

However, the ancient bloodlines that unlock each other vary, with the emperor perhaps unlocking between 10 and 30 percent of his power, and typically just a few thousandths or even a few tenths of a million.

Li Yao, who has cultivated the realm of divinity, may have unlocked 10% of the Taigu bloodline, and he also has the advantage of not even the emperor, whose soul comes from Earth, a place closer to the core of the flood tide and the secrets of Taigu.

So, after getting the Emperor's guidance, Li Yao's gene chain is unlocking wildly, and all sorts of hundreds of millions of years of information streams keep pouring out, almost destroying his cells, nerves, blood, bones, five dirty six hearts and the whole brain, and then subtly reconstructing!

“Ahhhhhh! ”

Li Yao burst his heart and lungs, his skin briefly appeared a complex, dragonfly phoenix golden streamline, even his eyes widened, on the retina, a series of waterfall-like streamlines, a moment later, again hidden in the spirit.

Nor did Li Yao know how long he had traveled, wandered, slumped and practiced in the emperor's inheritance and in the deepest depths of his own gene bank.

It's like going through a long life —— not someone's life, but a glorious ancient civilization, a long life.

When he awoke, he found himself wrapped in a warm and soft force, as if conceived in the sturdiest cocoon shell.

It's Blackie. He's wrapped up in Blackie again.

“Thank you, Blackie. I had no idea you were such a big shot. ”

Li Yao smiled slightly and lowered his voice.

Little black shaken out the soft ripples, spitting out Li Yao.

Li Yao took a deep breath and extended his right hand, detailing his body.

At first glance, the body was no different from what it was a moment ago and did not look like a copper cast or strange shape.

But when the mind moves, a faint golden streamline will emerge from the skin, as if it had a pen ink of life, automatically combined into a complex hieroglyph, even a stack of layers, permeating the skin all the way into the muscles and bones, exerting the efficiency and strength of the magic, ten times more than the spells and stamps of the past.

And when he turns his mind and thinks about the Emperor's inheritance, a lot of information that only the Emperor knows will come to his mind.