Chapter 652 The darkness ends!

He returned to the Ji clan.

This place, known as the guardian of the Nine Continents, was dirty and turbid, with a faint smell of blood in the sky and thunders from time to time. This was the glare of the heaven, and even the former blessing of the heaven was being withdrawn.

"Hmph~!"

"No!"

"I'll take it myself!"

The ancestor of the Ji clan was young and tall, full of vigor, with a pair of sharp and determined eyes that revealed his determination. He just raised his hand and blasted away the filth in the sky.

The ordinary members of the Ji clan, who had been shrouded in dark clouds for a long time, looked at it blankly and saw a familiar face. The expressions of these people were all frozen there, with astonishment on their faces, as if they could not understand that the person just now... seemed to be one of the three ancestors of the Ji clan!

But!

Wasn't he dead?

"Boom~!" The Ji clan ancestor attacked forcefully and domineeringly, suppressing the way of heaven with the supreme imperial will, taking the former blessings, and letting this small world regain its former divine movement, with rosy clouds, unicorns and cranes, and waterfalls in the mountains, just like a fairyland on earth.

After doing all this.

He nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at his own grave.

He lay down in it calmly.

He sealed it again.

Waiting for the next life.

He revived again.

...

His deep sleep seemed to say that this dark turmoil had finally come to an end. At this moment, there were still many people alive in Jiuzhou, especially those high-level cultivators. They looked up at the sky and felt the Ji clan ancestor's deep sleep. The haze of imperial power shrouding their heads finally dissipated.

"The Great Emperor!"

"Sleeping!"

A high-level monk spoke in a complicated way. He knew that there would be no more Great Emperors in the world, but for some reason, they could not feel any joy in their hearts. They had seen how cruel the dark turmoil was in the history books, and they were lucky enough to escape. But at this moment, they could not feel any joy.

They came to a village. It was just an ordinary village of ordinary people, but it was empty. There were only bloody corpses lying on the ground. There was a white-haired old man crying in grief. His son and his grandson were all dead. At this moment, he was holding a dry bone and crying, which made people cry.

"Child, child, my child!" The white-haired old man cried, but there were no tears on his face. He had cried dry and could not shed tears. His wrinkled cheeks showed desperate sobs and cried, "Why didn't I die!"

He looked.

In the village.

Young and middle-aged people.

Women and children.

All dead.

Only a few old men were still alive. They were lucky enough to escape because the Supreme Being looked down on the old blood. This was too shocking for the Saint Realm monks to bear. They raised their feet and stepped over it. They could not change this cruel ending.

"Dad, Mom... where are you?" A weak child girl, only three or four years old, with tears flowing from her dark eyes, a dirty face, standing there thin and weak. Blood gathered around her like a river, and corpses kept floating in it, but she luckily escaped this disaster.

The Saint Realm monk who passed by was moved. He stepped forward and held the girl and left. As he walked along, there was blood everywhere, and there were debris everywhere. It was the purgatory on earth.

I don't know why.

As he walked.

The Saint Realm monk.

He began to cry.

Tears rolled down his face.

Obviously, he was alive, which was a blessing, but he was crying. He felt extremely sad. He wanted to cry, but his throat was choked. Only tears kept flowing. The ignorant little girl also wiped the tears from the face of the Saint Realm monk and said childishly: "Uncle, you are crying!"

...

...

"Woo woo woo~!"

"The dark turmoil is over~!"

"We... survived!"

"Survived!"

"I'm not dead!"

More people realized this after being numb. They shouted that it was obviously excited, but when they shouted, it was heartbreaking, as if they hated why they were not the ones who died.

The whole world was in disaster. Their acquaintances, relatives, and old friends were all turned into corpses. Even if those who survived by chance survived, they still felt endless sadness.

This is the sad side.

It is also the moving side.

The dean of the academy luckily survived the dark turmoil and was not robbed, but he, who had always read the books of sages, could not help but shed tears as he walked. He had clearly made it difficult for the outside world to offend him, and the scriptures he wrote were enough to leave a name in history, but he could not help but shed tears in his heart.

"Chu Xun...!" The dean of the academy walked silently in the desolate state, looking at the devastation. The former holy land and the top forces were reduced to ruins and destroyed by the ancestors of the Ji family. Then he came to the Donglin Sect and watched this rising star force dim at a very fast speed.

The sect was empty and lifeless, but his eyes showed a complex and fortunate emotion. Fortunately, Chu Xun's family and others were accepted into the Ruzhou Academy. Otherwise, he really didn't dare to think about how to face Chu Xun, who had made great contributions to the world and could be called the main person who really suppressed the turmoil. If his family was also robbed, it would be painful and self-blaming.

He stopped here briefly, then walked forward to Florida. The order of heaven and earth collapsed, and even the law of time inside was disrupted. It could not be corrected without a certain amount of time. Then he walked on and went to other places. He saw too much sorrow wherever he passed, but he was powerless to change it.

What makes him hate even more is that the fierce war broke out on Jiuzhou, which has completely destroyed the order of Jiuzhou. Standing here, he feels the power of heaven and earth. He can usually mobilize various rules and avenues at will, but now he can't. Looking down at the majestic mountains and rivers with complicated intuition, he sighed: "In the future, it will be difficult to escape from the Holy Land!"

The rules are disordered.

Disruption of order.

in a long time.

No one can change it.

Ordinary monks who want to come to the Holy Realm will have extraordinary talents. Geniuses who may have achieved the Great Holy Realm in the past can barely set foot in the Holy Realm in today's troubled times. The only thing to be thankful for is the harvest of the Supreme, along with the top warriors. Ninety percent of the strength is gone.

"After my generation, there will be a short-term recession!" the academy dean whispered, with sadness in his heart, fully realizing that the dazzling golden age was gone.

Once upon a time, great sages roamed the land, and quasi-emperors were as numerous as dogs.

In the years after he withered, even those in the Holy Realm could establish their ancestors and enjoy quasi-emperor-level authority. This made him feel sad and deeply hated those forbidden supremes. Under such harvests from generation to generation, what kind of power could he have? How many people can escape this disease and set foot outside the mainland of China to explore the silverless starry sky.

He felt hateful again.

When looking up.

I saw many white Kongming lanterns rising with the big word "Die" written on them. It was the survivors offering sacrifices to the dead and old friends. The white lanterns flew up into the sky, carrying people's thoughts, condolences, and hearts. Sustenance; he couldn't help but think of Chu Xun, and his eyes became moist again.

"Chu Xun!"

He whispered in despair, and realized that it was time to set up a tomb for Chu Xun.