Outside of Time - Chapter 1109 P 1

[Beyond Time Chapter 1087: Promise in the Wind and Rain (1/3)]

From this moment on, the sky of Wanggu Continent had a layer of misty meaning.

That was the fireworks of the human world, that was the world of the human race.

That was the sword intention of the Sword-wielding Emperor, who exaggerated it.

He won half a century of time for the sentient beings of Wanggu.

Of course, only the sentient beings felt it.

Because for the gods, this was just a war between cultivators, and it had nothing to do with them.

The reason why some chose to intervene was just because they didn’t want to reduce the incense.

For example, the three gods of Yanyue were actually of this kind.

There was no one like the empress except her.

And the gods who chose to absorb the incense of the Wanggu tribe were only a part of the gods of the entire Wanggu.

More gods were sleeping in their own places.

They did not take action.

In the final analysis, this war between cultivators was all a game.

The gods didn’t care how it went on.

And the Sword-wielding Emperor didn’t care how the gods viewed it. What he thought and thought was all in that sword.

At this moment, blood rain fell from the sky and sprinkled on the world.

That was the rain of Xia Xian’s fall.

In the rain, the Sword-wielding Emperor stood between heaven and earth. He turned his head and took one last look at the world, then… smiled.

“It is hard to let go of obsession with life and death.

Once you let go, you will be reborn.”

The smile was eternal.

The death aura on his body submerged his entire body, and his flesh and blood body faded away visibly, covering his entire body, and became a body of mud and stone.

His three souls of heaven, earth and man left his body.

The human soul returned to the human race’s memory, the earth soul returned to the human race’s mountains and rivers, and the sky soul did the same, merging into the destiny.

There are also seven souls.

The souls transformed by the five human emperors were returned one after another and awakened.

The past and future sent by the empress were also sent back in the smile of the Sword-wielding Emperor. This

also included the emperor sword in his hand.

He let go of his hand, and the emperor sword drew an arc and fell in front of Xu Qing.

The rain curtain became bigger.

Xu Qing and the empress stood in the rain curtain, looking at this scene, and the sadness in their hearts rose and lingered for a long time.

Until the wind blew from afar, passing through thousands of mountains, colliding with the blood rain, and became an unforgettable echo, spreading in their hearts.

In the end, it turned into a sigh.

Xu Qing bowed his head and bowed deeply to the statue of the emperor between heaven and earth.

The empress was silent and bowed to bid farewell.

This scene seemed to have become a painting, imprinted in the hearts of all the cultivators who sensed this place.

…

One month later.

The war in Wanggu Continent, with the collapse of one Xuan-level holy land after another, also came to an end.

The ancient Xiaxian could not descend, nor did he ask the other four earth-level holy lands to fall.

Because it was meaningless.

So the yellow-level holy lands in Wanggu became abandoned and isolated, just like their ancestors abandoned Wanggu.

Under the outbreak of the Ten Thousand Races, these yellow-level holy lands even lost the choice of surrender.

What awaited them was only death.

And the struggle before death was just to delay time, but no matter how much it was delayed, it could not be delayed for half a century.

As for the human race…

it has completely risen.

Whether it is the current female emperor or the great deeds of the Sword-wielding Emperor, the human race has once again shone brilliantly among the ancient races and became a ray of light in the darkness.

So, in this context, on this day a month later, in the endless rain, in the imperial capital of the human race.

An ancient temple, the door opened.

Two figures walked out.

One was Xu Qing.

The other was Erniu.

Xu Qing’s eyes were filled with confusion.

Erniu’s face was filled with a thick haze, and deep in his eyes, there was worry.

Behind them, in the temple, a sigh was heard.

“I have told you all. Next, the Xiaxian Palace in the entire Wanggu Continent will be closed.”

“Xiaxian Palace will make all preparations before each Wanggu catastrophe, and will invite strong people and geniuses to sleep with us in the fairyland.”

“These strong people and geniuses are the seeds of civilization of various races.”

“After the catastrophe is over, we will wake up. If the world has changed, then our mission is to rebuild the civilization of the monks. This is the case with the previous catastrophes.”

“Others have been sent there one after another. Xu Qing, Chen Erniu, it depends on you how you choose. Give me the answer as soon as possible.”

That was the voice of the master of Xiaxian Palace.

As the words came out, the door of the temple slowly closed, and the entire temple gradually blurred in the rain and disappeared. When it completely disappeared, it would be the time to sleep.

Time is running out.

Xu Qing and Erniu were silent under the rain.

They received the call from the master of Xiaxian Palace half a month ago, after the end of the Eastern War, and came here to meet.

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[End of this Chapter.]