"Taichu ancestor was too arrogant. He wanted to attack the divine level in the Dharma-Ending Age. Not only did he fail, but he also affected the fall of hundreds of millions of creatures, and dozens of races were destroyed, which would never be seen again."

"Oh, the Three Thousand Realms are probably going to decline completely."

"You can't blame Taichu Ancestor. He should have wanted to find a way out in the Dharma-Ending Age. It is helpless to do this."

"Haha, the Dharma-Ending Age is also the ending age."

...

Although the divine disaster brought by Xiao Ye disappeared, the world was noisy and uneasy.

Although Xiao Ye deliberately chose the desolate realm to overcome the tribulation, because the power of the divine tribulation was unprecedentedly terrifying, half of the creatures still fell by the divine tribulation, causing the three thousand great realms to wither.

Faced with these right and wrong, as well as the criticisms in the world, Xiao Ye did not explain, but returned to the great realm of soul Zen.

Every day, in the soul Zen realm, there will be a sound of blood rushing and turbulent, just like the tides of heaven and earth, very terrifying, shaking the nine heavens and ten earths, and lasting for a whole year before disappearing.

This is Xiao Ye's injury that was being bombarded by the divine robbery.

Fortunately, his body was reorganized by the light of the origin of the divine level creation. Otherwise, if it were other false gods, it would be like climbing to heaven to completely recover.

In a blink of an eye, two years have passed.

Xiao Ye's injuries had healed, as if he had turned into a sculpture, sitting cross-legged in the universe, motionless.

Although the headquarters of Taichu is still standing in the Great Realm of Soul Zen, many palaces are empty and many places are covered with weeds.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, racial wars have never happened.

There are more and more people getting older, and the meaning of Taichu's existence is not very good, so it has gradually become deserted over the years. Only occasionally some old figures come back to recall the glorious years of the past.

"Is it just to find an answer in ten years?"

"What kind of test is this!"

"That god-level powerhouse is playing with my grandfather, right?"

On the roof of a hundred-story attic, a young man wearing brocade clothes, beautiful eyebrows and long figure frowned slightly.

Looking around, there were many figures sitting on the roof of this attic, such as Xiao Nian, Xiao Fan, the Four Emperors of Zhenling, and others, all of whom were Xiao Ye’s close relatives and friends.

In order to avoid the invasion of time, Xiao Ye took all the people around him into the Tower of Time, and at the same time placed the Tower of Time in the secret place of the Great Realm of Soul Zen.

Although the Taoist Seal of the Master of Time was silent, his control over the Tower of Time also reached an extreme, giving the soul mark to the people around him so that these people could enter and exit at will.

Therefore, every once in a while, these powerful people who are not too old will leave the Tower of Time and stay outside for a while.

After learning that Xiao Ye was bringing a divine disaster and his agreement with the divine powerhouse, everyone was even more worried.

"Tian'er, the will of the powerful divine level is not something we can guess. Don't argue it nonsense, so as not to cause any harm to kill you."

Xiao Nian, whose temples were dyed white and had wrinkles on his face, scolded.

The young man in brocade clothes was his parent-child Xiao Tian, ​​and Long Bo's disciple.

"Why didn't my grandfather go to the Tower of Time? There, ten years are equivalent to five hundred years!" Xiao Tian's mouth moved and finally asked curiously.

As soon as this said, everyone sitting cross-legged in the attic suddenly became silent.

yes!

Ten years pass by in the blink of an eye.

They were also puzzled why Xiao Ye gave up such a big advantage.

Half a year later, Nangong Xingyu stood up and left, returning to the Tower of Time, delaying the passage of life span.

Half a year has passed, Wushuang and peerless, and the three invincible emperors also stood up and returned to the Tower of Time.

Only Xiao Nian and Xiao Tian are still persevering.

When another year passed, they couldn't hold on anymore and returned to the Tower of Time.

The impact of the Dharma-Ending Age on sentient beings is becoming increasingly terrifying. The life span of creatures at this level of saints is constantly increasing. The future is dark, and there is no hope, which makes people feel panicked.

As for Xiao Ye, there was still no movement, and even his open eyes were full of confusion.

In the past few years, he has been in charge of the soul and Zen realm and is asking himself.

He thought of himself, the five great ancestors, the land of God, and wanted to find connections from it to answer the level of God.

A simple question made him feel like he was seeking the Tao, seeking the Dharma, overturning it again and again, and denying it again and again, which made him even more confused, as if he was falling into an abyss.

"At my current state, I can't give an answer to this question at all. It's useless to give it to me for a long time." Xiao Ye sighed softly.

How can I explain if I haven’t entered the divine level?

Moreover, he could not be sure whether the divine-level powerhouse knew the existence of the Tower of Time.

If he enters the Tower of Time, he will be suspected of breaking the rules and he will not take risks.

"The intention of that divine-level powerhouse is not so simple!" Xiao Ye thought of this and a seven-colored light burst out from the middle of his eyebrows.

A trace of soul power wrapped around the seven-color crystal and rushed towards the special mark.

Buzz!

Xiao Ye's soul power shrouded, causing the mark to tremble, as if it was peeling off a cocoon, a trace of inexplicable aura flowed through him, causing some ancient words to appear in his mind.

The content composed of these ancient characters is very obscure, as if it was translated in the common language of the Three Thousand Great Realms. It is not Dharma, but like some mysterious scripture.

"There is a volume of scripture hidden in this mark. If you want to get the answer, you may have to start with this scripture."

Xiao Ye thought to himself.

He had long discovered this point. As long as he used the power of his soul to cover the mark, in addition to the sound of the way of heaven, ancient characters would also flash.

Over the years, he has also been working hard to read the verses in his mark.

But this mark is so terrible. His soul power is like flames. Only by constantly roasting can new ancient characters be born in the mark.

"I hope there is still time."

Xiao Ye didn't dare to waste his time anymore, and devoted himself to it, constantly peeling off the cocoon.

As time goes by, the ancient characters shine with brilliance, and it gathers into a vast ocean of scriptures in Xiao Ye’s mind, which has begun to take shape.

But no matter how Xiao Ye comprehends, he still cannot gain anything, because with his current soul quality, it is very difficult to interpret this scripture, and the progress is very slow.

"Most of the ten-year period has passed, is it really not possible?"

"How should I do it!"

The autumn atmosphere of the Three Thousand Great Realms is getting deeper, and the years have taken away the lives of many creatures, and Xiao Ye is gradually feeling a little desperate.
Chapter completed!