At the far end of the sky and the beginning of the earth, there is such a broken and gloomy world.

There are countless ruins in the world, and there are dilapidated palaces, palaces, manors, and villages everywhere.

The sky is filled with dust, the wind is endless, and the whole world is gray. Gray is the tone of the whole world.

The wind is blowing hard, the yellow sand is not stopping, and the gray fog is filling the air. There are vaguely stiff and numb figures moving forward in the wind and sand, and there are lonely afterimages floating in the black fog.

The world is incomplete, the avenue is not visible, and the whole world is like a tomb, where countless ancient beings and great legends are buried.

"The Dutian flag is about to come out, what do you think?"

On the ground, a dilapidated tower pointed straight into the sky. The top of the tower collapsed, leaving it empty. A withered figure sat cross-legged on the tower covered with yellow sand.

He was wearing a gray robe, his hair was gray, dry and dilapidated, and the space around him was dying and decaying.

It's as if his existence is a symbol of decay and dilapidation.

He did not open his eyes or speak, but there was Qi flowing around his body, and then there was a sound that resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

"He has disappeared and no longer exists in the heavens. The flag in the sky has become an ownerless thing. It will naturally be obtained by those who are destined to get it."

In the dark and ruined sky, countless giant eyes opened, like ancient stars one after another, shining with cold light.

It was one powerful existence after another, awakening from deep sleep.

"Those who are destined? It's better to say that the strong will get it!"

There was a voice from a strong man, cold and ruthless.

"Is there any difference? The strong decide the rules, the weak accept their fate!"

"Although it may attract the attention of heaven, if you can get his flag, maybe... you can get a glimpse of his way. By then, you may be able to escape the ending of destruction."

There are even stronger people who are thinking and calculating gains and losses.

"He died, but no one mourned him, let alone felt sorry for him. They only focused on fighting for his relics. It's sad..."

One of the most powerful people spoke, his voice was heavy and filled with emotion.

"Ming Zhan, it seems you are very grateful to that person..."

Another powerful man spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"You and I are still alive and able to survive because of that one..."

"But we also narrowly escaped death, suffered bloody battles, and even collapsed..."

"And all this is for him!"

"But he took risks for the sake of the Three Realms and the geniuses. How can you say that about him!"

There was civil strife among the strong men, and some people who had different opinions quarreled.

"Moreover, before he passed away, he also protected us so that you and I would not die completely!"

"I begged him to save me?"

At this time, a strong man spoke, his voice cold, cruel and indifferent.

"What did you say!"

The strong man who was attacked became furious in an instant. In an instant, the laws converged, the avenues intertwined, and endless power spread like a tide, turning into a storm tide in the world.

"I just said it, you think I'm afraid of you!"

The other strong man also roared, and at the same time he gathered endless power, and his energy swept across like a blue dragon, confronting the strong man just now.

The two qi machines are facing each other tit for tat, the mighty winds tear the sky apart, the gray fog surges, and the laws are decaying.

The strongest people around came over to break up the fight, but they couldn't bear the calm for a while, raising their heads but not looking down.

We are all of the same mind, so why should we hurt our harmony just for a word?

Countless thoughts exchanged, two qi machines crushed each other, and the scene fell into chaos for a moment.

"Stop making trouble. I invite you all here today because it is a matter of life and death. Why should we make such an embarrassing quarrel?"

At this time, the gray-robed figure sitting cross-legged on the tower finally broke the embarrassment.

He did not open his eyes or speak, but as soon as he thought of it, he suppressed all laws and order.

The world is restored to its original state.

He made his attitude clear, and for a moment everyone stopped arguing and became quiet.

"In the past, he went on the road alone, and when he reached the end, he was able to see the truth and continue the lifeline of the Three Realms. He gave us a chance to survive..."

The gray-robed figure still didn't speak, didn't open his eyes, and still sat cross-legged quietly, but the flow of energy around him became slower.

The voice that resounded throughout the world was also slightly sad, filled with respect and regret.

"I respect him because I respect his achievements, and I respect him because I respect his righteousness!"

"It should be noted that he has reached the end of the road and traced it back to the end of the road. The road ahead has been exhausted and the road is dry. Even the laws of the Holy Path cannot easily kill him."

"If he wants to escape, he can escape into the fleeting years and avoid the pursuit of darkness..."

"But, he didn't!"

"The heavens collapsed, all souls were in trouble, darkness shrouded the ages, and all supreme beings felt despair. In such sad times, how many of the most powerful people gave up on heaven and earth and fled in panic? How many supreme beings threw themselves into the darkness?

In an era when all living beings were helpless, he was the only one who stood up.

Turn the tide when it is falling, support the building when it is about to collapse, go on the road alone, face the powerful enemy, fight your way out, and walk with your back to the common people!"

"Isolated and helpless until the end of the battle!"

The world is silent, the gray fog is rising and falling, and the hoarse voice is faint, telling the past.

In an era unknown to anyone, the Three Realms encountered great turmoil. Those years were filled with blood and war, and tested the faith and conscience of almost all living beings.

There were humble monks who fought hard and remained unyielding until death, leaving behind an unknown legend.

There was a supreme leader who threw himself into the enemy camp, knelt down, turned around and waved his butcher knife at his compatriots.

There is a despised demon cultivator who is spilling ominous blood and trying to pave the way for the common people...

There is a kind-hearted person who embraces the darkness and only wants to survive...

Turmoil, war, blood and fire, death and disaster.

The universe is no longer peaceful, and there are wailings and prayers everywhere.

In the ancient ruins, the strong men who had been dormant for countless years revived and embarked on the road to quell the chaos that they would never return to.

And in that dark era, the most shining person was undoubtedly that one person.

Later generations did not dare to call him by his name, so they called him...

That one!

He single-handedly kills enemies with his sword like pulling weeds until the end.

After witnessing all the truth, he continued his life for an era for the precarious Three Realms at the cost of his body and soul.

"But, he is no longer here!"

The figure in gray robe opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

It seems that there are gray origins gathering together, like the destruction of gods, and like the lead clouds of the end of the world.

Although indifferent and ruthless, there is also exclamation and respect.

When that person is mentioned, he will also bow his head.

"Those who have passed away must be remembered, and those who have survived must continue to move forward. Carrying their will will also inherit the fire of our civilization..."

"So, we need his power!"

"The flag of Dutian Pluto will show his avenue, his order and laws, and guide the way for us!"

"Whether we are escaping or fighting, we all need this power. He knows something and will protect us!"

The voice of the figure in gray robe is vicissitudes of life and sad, but it is also filled with undying faith.

As he opened his mouth, many of the strongest men fell silent, and the two people who had been arguing just now stopped fighting.

After all, they all appreciate that person's kindness from the bottom of their hearts. Some people are just stubborn and unwilling to admit it, but they remember it in their hearts.

But, right now.

The void opened, black mist filled the air, and a faint and strange force filled the air. At the same time, a faint laughter resounded throughout the world, making everyone nervous.

"Well said, I never thought that Young Emperor Chu, who almost embraced the darkness, is still alive!"

"Brother Chu, long time no see!"

The voice sounded, and the gray-robed figure instantly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, with a solemn expression and murderous intent in his eyes.

Gray light filled his eyes, turning into heavenly swords, divine spears, etc. to kill the black mist in the void. At the same time, he stood up.

In an instant, wind and thunder gathered, and the whole world was shaken.

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