The edge of pure land

The rain in the Holy Mountain stopped and the sky became clear.

Lu Fuji felt the man's heartbeat gradually becoming silent. When he raised his head, he felt that the sky was gray and his heart felt empty and indescribable.

After a long time, he whispered: "Medanzo."

The bronze mirror in his pocket trembled slightly, and he heard the mysterious and ethereal voice again: "I know what you want to ask. The legendary art of immortality is hidden on the top of the mountain. I also didn't expect that after the golden age, human beings would There can still be such a strong person in the world. This friend of yours is actually no weaker than us back then."

Lu Buer didn't say anything. He silently carried the charred man on his back and climbed the mountain step by step along the muddy bronze steps. This was originally the most dangerous place in the world, but it was burned by the hottest flames in the world. What remains is a desolate wreckage.

In a trance, there is a feeling of walking from modern times to ancient times.

The mountains are slippery, the roads are rugged and muddy, and everything you can see is ashes. The dry trees are like the hands of a dying man reaching for the sky. There are broken bronze palaces on the ancient rock walls, as if they were built thousands of years ago. Someone once established a glorious civilization here.

The Long siblings also walked this road back then.

His parents may have walked here.

When he thought about this, his mood turned out to be a little subtle.

If he were normal, he would definitely be curious about this, but now he has no interest in those things. Even if any discovery at this time may change the history of civilization on the earth, it cannot stop him for a moment.

He just climbed the mountain in silence.

It's like walking through a quiet tomb.

On those dilapidated bronze palaces, huge sculptures collapsed and fell.

The gravel rolled down and became the only sound in the silence.

Until he approached the top of the mountain, he felt the majestic fluctuations of life, like the terrifying roar when a tsunami hit, like the earth cracking when the earthquake roared, and like the gurgling water after the glacier thawed, as if it contained endless mysteries. .

He raised his head and looked toward the sky.

The broken mountaintop was enveloped by a huge shadow at some point.

A huge light shines from the top of the mountain.

Between the collapsed steel lotus, thick and choking dust swept away like a sea wave, but among the countless floating dust, there was a graceful figure rising into the sky.

The light split into pieces, as gorgeous as the wings of a butterfly.

The woman in red is so beautiful in the light.

The waterfall-like long hair is swaying.

The hem of the skirt is also swaying.

Like an angel on earth, ascending to heaven.

Thousands of wisps of ashes floated into the sky.

Countless dust sinks and floats.

The gravity on the top of the mountain seemed to have been reversed.

So strange.

The sand and rocks are flying, and the branches are rustling.

This scene is so sacred and yet so absurd.

There was a deafening sound in the blue sky, and a bronze-painted fighter plane was seen coming through the strong wind. The huge light came from it. It seemed to be some kind of anti-gravity device, used to greet the man. The awakening of the Supreme God.

As the cabin door opened, a group of people in black wearing ghost-face masks knelt at the cabin door, like the most devout believers.

No one spoke. This place had just experienced an epic holy war. Only silence could express respect.

This is the respect given to the strong.

When the woman in red floated up, someone immediately picked her up and placed her in a crystal coffin with extremely pious and solemn movements.

The whole body of the coffin exuded the luster of crystal jade, but the woman in the coffin was in a state of half-dream and half-awake. Her charming eyes were full of coldness, but there was a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes, and her voice was flat and indifferent. : "Let's go."

The people in black wearing ghost-face masks looked at each other, as if they realized that the god was in a very bad state, and immediately prepared to close the hatch and leave the Holy Mountain.

They looked at each other before leaving.

Because they noticed the boy who climbed to the top of the mountain.

The white-haired boy was carrying the charred corpse.

He just raised his head and looked at them silently.

As if to remember their appearance deep in the soul.

They realized that they couldn't leave just like that, because there was another super powerful person in the kingdom sealed here. Once that person was released, the consequences would be disastrous.

But they were hesitant at this moment.

Because they can feel that there is still a trace of residual heat in the sky, which looks like embers that are about to be extinguished, but can set off a fire at any time.

Once they want to take action against that boy.

They will die without a burial place.

This is the power of the Kingdom.

That is what only the tenth realm can possess, the power of the soul.

It's just that these members of the Tower of Babel are all desperadoes, and they want to give it a try even at the risk of death, but at this moment they heard a voice.

An old man in black held the mask and whispered: "I feel the will of the gods. We have to leave here as soon as possible. Don't touch that young man, stay as far away from him as possible. I don't know who that person is... …But there must be something weird about this person!”

His vicissitudes of voice trembled slightly: "I actually sensed fear from the gods! Unprecedented fear! He is obviously so weak, but he can make the gods flinch!"

The eyes of the man in black changed.

"Obey the oracle!"

They bowed slightly and saluted: "Get out of here as soon as possible."

With a huge roar, the bronze-painted fighter plane closed its hatch. At this moment, they heard a sound, as if coming from the wind on the top of the mountain.

"Run away, as far away as possible."

That was Lu Fuji's voice. He was standing on the desolate and rugged mountain road, only one step away from reaching the top of the mountain, but he lit a cigarette for himself on the spot.

An old kerosene lighter was used.

It was very old and it took several times to light it.

That cigarette was also the last one in the pack, and it was crumpled.

It was a miracle to survive that kind of battle.

"Hide in the gutter with your tail between your legs, praying secretly... Don't let me find you in this life. Our blood feud is forged today. I will spend my whole life seeking revenge until the last drop of my blood is drained, or you Until the last person dies."

The boy's voice was not loud.

But it was like thunder.

echoed in the sky.

At this moment, the people in black in the bronze fighter fell into silence. The harsh words that should have been spoken by a child in an incompetent rage made them feel a biting chill, because they had to admit that once the other party grows up, they will It's a very difficult opponent.

You look at him.

It was like seeing the Long siblings from back then.

This boy is even stronger than they were back then.

"Do you understand?"

Lu Fuji took a deep breath of the cigarette. Sure enough, he still wasn't used to the choking smell. He threw the burning cigarette into the wind. The strong wind ruffled his forehead and his furious golden eyes. As if reflecting the blood and fire: "We...will fight until death."

The bronze fighter plane roared away.

Only the young man at the top of the mountain is left, standing alone at the highest point of the world.

But the back is so upright.

Like an extremely sharp knife embedded in the sky!

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After the gods left, the holy mountain seemed to be moving again.

Like it's on the verge of collapse.

Shaky.

Lu Buer stared at the sky for a long time, put away the lighter and cigarette case, and looked closely at the collapsed and falling steel lotus on the top of the mountain. He had always been curious about what it was, and now he finally had a close look at it. See it in its entirety.

This turned out to be an... aircraft.

Yes, it's an aircraft.

But it's not entirely made of metal.

It is a very special plant that combines flesh and steel.

This is the so-called Mother Nest of Creation. When it possessed the power of a god, it was called the fifth great god. In fact, it was just the cradle used to give birth to the true god. Now that god has left. He would be of no use.

The steel lotus is covered with black flame-like curses, which indeed look like the curse of origin. God has previously used this curse to transform his followers.

This huge lotus has a door.

It was that kind of simple bronze door, but it had complicated lines and a vague turbulent projection, reflecting the young man's appearance, as if he was identifying him.

How weird.

Clearly such an ancient existence.

But it also has a sense of technology from the future.

"Did you see the gap in the bronze door?"

Medanzo's voice sounded in the bronze mirror: "This bronze mirror is the key to the door. When you open this door, there will be everything you want."

There was indeed a gap in that ancient door.

It exactly corresponds to the shape of the bronze mirror.

"It's false to want me to obtain the art of immortality, but it's true to release you, right? Many people say that you have the ability to confuse people. I thought it was some kind of magic. It turns out that you know how to make people unable to refuse you. I asked for it." At this point, Lu Fujian didn't care anymore. He took out the bronze mirror, pointed it at the gap in the door, and gently pressed the restricted area.

"The ancient secret key is detected, and the door to the Eternal Temple is opened!"

"The seal is lifted!"

This steel lotus actually sounded a cold mechanical sound.

The door opened with a roar.

The truth of the Holy Mountain finally emerged before his eyes!

At this moment, even though Lu Fuji's heart had calmed down, he still couldn't help but tremble because everything that appeared in front of him was too absurd.

It even made him a little unacceptable.

This Steel Lotus is already huge.

The space inside is even more breathtaking.

There are dead bones everywhere.

I don’t know how many years he has been dead.

The bones are as crystal clear as jade, piled up into mountains.

The rough rock walls are covered with dead flesh, the primitive bronze table is dimly illuminated by the projected light, surging data roars past like a sea tide, and the ancient mysterious symbols do not belong to any known civilization on earth.

It is clearly a rock wall, but it can illuminate countless lights. Thousands of rays of light are intertwined together, and they actually converge into a sky full of stars.

It was as if this lotus made of steel was supposed to fly to the stars and the sea.

And deep in the darkness, there was a petri dish made of bronze, with withered bones like the corpse of an angel, soaked in red blood.

shocking.

And in the deepest part of this lotus, there is actually a golden plant rhizome embedded in the rock wall, extending into the sky in thousands of ways, surrounded by a petrified body.

The petrified body was so noble and graceful, maintaining a solemn gesture. The middle fingers and thumbs of his hands were twisted together, and his left and right hands were close to each other.

So solemn and sacred.

The dead golden stems and leaves are like a cradle for the petrified body to sleep, and you can vaguely see traces of thick dark matter dripping down, outlining a series of black flame-like incantations, and in an instant But it was annihilated in the void.

This place is like a huge altar. The golden plants exude a mysterious fragrance, but you can vaguely feel the rich dark atmosphere.

In front of the altar, there are ancient golden coffins.

The coffin was empty.

"Medanzo."

Lu Fuji said softly: "Where is the art of immortality?"

His voice echoed in the huge space.

The echoes are endless.

I saw a vague figure vaguely emerging from the golden rhizome. His voice was smiling as always: "What you see is the so-called art of immortality. It is superior to the four gods. The God of Origin, the sages of the old times called him Dayuan. Dayuan is used to complete his own creation ritual, which is the art of immortality in the popular sense."

"This golden plant is made up of the dark matter of the most advanced evolutionary chain in the world. As you can see, the so-called creation ceremony is when the gods give the curse of origin, and I am used as a sacrifice in the central channel to convert the curse The power of binding spreads out to transform His believers. Resurrection from the dead is just a bait in a trap, but it is irresistible. This is essentially...a scam created by the gods to complete themselves."

He chuckled and said: "From ancient times to the present, there are many capable people who have been able to enter the Holy Mountain and even step into the gate of this eternal temple, but in the end they all became sacrifices to the gods and died here. But I am luckier. , is also relatively strong, and has persisted until now.”

Lu Fuji stood in front of the dead golden rhizome and was silent for a long time. The last hope in his heart was shattered.

He gently lowered the charred body behind him.

There was silence for a long time.

The so-called immortality technique is a ritual.

And the god who gave the power is no longer here.

Naturally, this ritual cannot continue.

"I just promised you that there is indeed the art of immortality here, but no one can guarantee whether it can be completed. But I am very grateful to you and your friends. Through your efforts, the most powerful human being in the world, Finally broke out of his cage.”

Fragmented lights suddenly lit up in the golden roots.

The golden rhizomes shattered like glass.

I saw a majestic beam of light penetrating through the steel dome above my head. In an instant, it seemed to tear the sky apart. Thousands of miles of clouds and mist were suddenly cut off, and the sunlight was swallowed up.

Lu Fuji raised his right hand and covered his eyes.

It's too glaring.

Just a quick glance, and his retinas seemed to be burned out.

But when the man broke through the cage, he saw him clearly.

A white-haired young man vaguely walked out of the blazing beam of light. His open white shirt seemed messy, his straight trousers had many holes, and his leather shoes were still stained with blood.

Metanzo's appearance was relatively ordinary. Only his eyes were so deep, as if a storm was brewing in the sea. There was a faint smile on his lips. In the huge light, he took off his clothes that had stopped spinning. Watch, put his hands in his pockets, and stand on tiptoes.

He raised his head and actually floated.

White hair swaying.

In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

boom!

The world trembled in the sound of explosions. It was unimaginable that a person who had been used as a sacrifice for eighteen years not only survived, but also retained such powerful power.

Only a shrill burn mark in the sky penetrated the clouds and mist.

As if chasing the bronze fighter plane.

The sky is bright!

Light-like...speed!

The light in Lu Fuji's eyes gradually faded away. Those legendary big shots were going to fight for the so-called authority of gods again. He couldn't arouse the slightest interest in this. How chaotic the world would be by then would not matter. It has nothing to do with him.

He is now the only one left in this lonely holy mountain.

Everything was shaking.

Everything is crumbling.

He might also die here.

Because the holy mountain is about to collapse.

"Are you leaving?"

If you want revenge, you have to leave.

But he didn't give up.

It's not over yet.

Okay... try again!

Lu Fuji raised his eyes, angry and scarlet bloodshot eyes appeared, and an extremely crazy idea was born in his mind, which was out of control.

He stood up and picked up the charred corpse.

Gently placed in the coffin made of gold.

His movements were light.

I was afraid that he would be crushed in one fell swoop.

Next, Lu Fuji looked at the broken golden rhizome. After a second of silence, he stepped in. This was supposed to be a cage used to imprison the sacrifices.

And then.

Lu Fuji closed his eyes and released the dark matter in his body with great anger towards the world, covering the broken golden roots.

last step.

Meditate and try to create dark matter!

Lu Fuji's idea was crazy, not only to use the dark matter in his body to repair this golden plant, but more importantly, the last two steps.

Now that the god is gone, he will use dark matter to replace him!

Since Metanzo is no longer here, he himself will be the sacrifice!

As for the Origin Curse, he already has it!

"I don't believe in God, and I have no faith, but since you have tortured me in my mind for so many years, then give me a starting point. I can pay any price, whether it is strength, body, life or soul. It doesn’t matter, it’s a fair deal.”

For a moment.

Something incredible happened.

In the dark, the deepest part of consciousness.

Something seemed to open his eyes.

When Lu Fuji's dark matter flowed out, the broken golden rhizome repaired itself, as if it had been nourished and took root again.

The golden roots completely swallowed him up.

The dead golden stems and leaves became delicate again, and the dark shadows suddenly gathered together, as if to form a vague outline. His whole body was thick and blurry, except for a magatama flowing with blood that lit up on his forehead. The noble vertical pupils.

From bottom to top.

Countless black flame-like mantras flowed from the vertical pupils of the dark matter body.

From top to bottom!

The steel lotus suddenly trembled.

"The Creation Ceremony Begins!"

A huge mechanical sound echoed: "As it is above, as it is below, as it is inside, as it is outside, in this way we can get the beginning of the world and achieve the miracle of the One."