When he was going through the tribulation not long ago, he saw nine vortexes of ashes and six source vortexes, which also revealed and confirmed the relationship between them.

"Nine vortexes of ashes indicate that all the extraordinary sources of Yang Jiu are extinguished, and the past is all ashes."

Wang Xuan knew that he had arrived at the infinite universe corresponding to the source of Yang Jiu, but the myth here had ended permanently, and even the corresponding big umbrella had turned into ashes.

If this trend continues, will the source of Yin Liu come to an end one day? It will become six piles of ashes.

Wang Xuan drove a small boat in the fog, carrying the paper to explore this lifeless universe. An extraordinary source finally stopped here and collapsed here, which is worthy of study.

Finally, he realized something and found the most special area in this decadent universe.

Here is a sea of ​​ashes!

As he approached, the sermon-carrying paper glowed, resonated, and resonated. For a time, not only was the sky filled with black and gray, but a few pages of scripture were glowing and rising amidst decay.

Wang Xuan was shocked. How many epochs have passed, probably at least a hundred or more, and yet there are still scriptures that have been embodied? This is amazing!

He estimated that the scriptures on these pages should correspond to extremely high realms, otherwise, nothing would exist long ago.

"Huh?!" Suddenly, Wang Xuan felt something was wrong. There was unusual movement under the massive ashes.

Deep in the ashes, a sleeping creature was disturbed and quickly revived, but its consciousness was still not very clear, emitting a vague light of soul.

"Who?!" The creature's spirit rippled, seeming to feel something, and finally it was completely awakened.

After such a long time, there are still living things here? Wang Xuan suspected that this could be one of the "legends of the true king" who ran away on the road to return to the truth, right?
Chapter completed!