Rumble~

The silver-white electric light tore through the thick and dark clouds, crashing down onto the deep and dark ocean. A huge wave wall hundreds of meters long seemed to shatter the world, and the surging energy surpassed thousands of nuclear bombs and exploded together.

Planetary changes, volcanic eruptions, roaring earthquakes, hurricanes and typhoons, acid rain and hail, lightning and thunder, atmospheric holes and other horrific world-destroying disasters erupted at the same time.

The planet is like a water bag in the hands of a young man, being played with and kneaded wantonly, and transformed into various shapes.

The magnitude of the disaster far exceeds the disaster caused by the mass extinction of the dinosaurs, and is more terrifying than a meteor falling from the sky. For viruses of single-cell life or non-cell life, it is like the destruction of the world, the collapse of all realms, and the sinking of all realms.
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"I feel that the ultimate disaster of darkness and turmoil is coming, eternal night is coming, and there is no light!"

Huang Zu is holding the Demonic Pestle of the Great Sun, holding the furnace of heaven and earth, holding the scissors of the underworld, and the wheel of creation hanging behind his head. The spiritual fetus of the great road is sleeping in his body, with thousands of arms spread out and hundreds of mouths opening and closing, just like the ancient demon god and the ancient giant.

Standing fiercely in the sky.

The faint light slanted down along the cracks of the black clouds, piercing the darkness like sharp arrows, illuminating Huang Zuyingwu's vast body.

His physique has already reached the limit of ancient creatures. With a height of 300 micrometers, he can be called the king of giant beasts, towering like a mountain.

Ordinary viruses are only tens of nanometers long, and the average Archaic human body is one micron long.

His height is three hundred times or even thousands of times that of ordinary creatures. In the eyes of ordinary creatures, Huang Zu stands like a pearl tower in the devil's capital, easily destroying a large world, and can shatter all heavens and worlds with a wave of his arms.

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When Huang Zu went out, the aftermath alone was enough to blow away the cell people from all the ancient tribes.

The ripples of the sea water cannot be felt by humans, but in their eyes, they are terrifying shock waves comparable to nuclear bombs. Every time Huang Zu swings his arm, it is no less than a nuclear explosion.

The stalwart body also brought a great burden to Huang Zu. After all, he was just a cell.

Normally, Huang Zu sat in the Guzu Hall and rarely left.

He sat cross-legged on the protein throne, with phospholipid bilayer pipes growing out of his body, connecting the ancient ancestral palace. The Xumi Immortal Clan fed Huang Zu Pure Yang Dao Fruit Glucose through the pipes, allowing Huang Zu to maintain his huge body and think.

Avenue.

It looks like a patient lying in a hospital with a hanging bottle.

But today, he forcibly tore off the tubes that were like hanging needles in a hospital, walked down from the protein throne that was about to deform, and left the Ancient Ancestor Palace.

Huang Zu looked at the dark sky, the light was so faint that it was almost nothingness.

"Eternal night! Eternal night is coming!"

He looked around the heavens in the four realms. The once glorious ancient tribes were gone. There were only tens of thousands of sporadic figures moving in the heavens. They were the Xumi Immortals who were cultivating immortality through photosynthesis and creating the Pure Yang Dao Fruit.

"Is only the Xumi Immortal Clan still awake?"

He walks on the deck of the world-carrying divine boat composed of four realms.

This is a world-class ark, enough to accommodate hundreds of billions of creatures. It is forged from various ancient divine objects and is extremely strong. The Blood Demon Gaotian Clan serves as the helmsman to lead the direction, traveling through chaos and looking for home.

Since entering the ancient times, 110,000 years ago, the Divine Ship has never stopped.

The seawater boils, like a stirred suspension, almost completely turning into pure black water with no light transmittance, sweeping from the depths of the sea to the upper ocean continental shelf and even shallower layers.

The ancient tribes almost had nowhere to go.

"We must find a world with a stable light source, otherwise the Xumi Immortal Clan will not be able to cultivate immortality, and the ancient tribes can only gradually fall into sleep."

As the producers among the ancient tribes, the Xumi Immortal Tribe is the only energy producer. All other cell races must rely on their ability to transform light energy into immortality.

Without light, the ancient tribes would have perished.

Huang Zu looked around silently while holding the Big Sun Subduing Demonic Pestle.

On the deck of the Shenzhou, there are many pointed tombs, which are silent and peaceful.

It is not made of earth, but a combination of various sacred objects, and a large tomb constructed using a tenon and tenon structure. The interior is made of hard pyrite or various ores, and the coffins are all buried in the heroic spirits of the ancient tribes.

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If there is not enough light energy and ancient artifacts, or if it is contaminated by darkness and cannot be removed, it can only seal itself in the coffin.

They will dehydrate themselves, retaining only genetic material, organelles and cell membranes, etc., and seal them in nearly sealed coffins and tombs to prevent them from being attacked by the dark inner demon virus after sleeping.

After all, the inner demon virus is only a few tens of nanometers and can penetrate into any larger gap. It can be said to be all-pervasive.

A vague figure walked in the dark mist, staggering and looking unsteady, with spiritual energy and oxygen constantly overflowing from the whole body, like strands of ribbons.

The Emperor of Red Nit came and said with shame: "Great Huang Zu, I'm really sorry, the Red Nit demon clan can't do anything. I have ordered them all to enter the tomb and coffin, exhale their spiritual energy and sleep in death, waiting for the future!"

"This is destiny, what does it have to do with you?"

Huang Zu was disappointed, patted the skull of Emperor Chi Ni, and said: "You go to sleep too, I will survive the eternal night and wake you up in the future!"

"Huang Zu, I haven't understood the ultimate truth yet. How can I be willing to sleep? Just let me wake up. I feel that I can still hold on. The free Yang Qi between heaven and earth is still enough for me to survive!"<

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As a nitrifying cell, he relies on ammonium, nitric acid and oxygen from heaven and earth, and rarely relies on the Xumi Immortal Clan.

Although it is becoming more and more difficult to extract ammonium and oxygen from seawater full of impurities, the Emperor of Red Salt has unfinished business, and he is the emperor!

Emperor!

He is the descendant of God, inherits the wisdom of the universe, and is the first ancestor of the demon clan!

He was born with the responsibility of protecting his descendants, and he carried the honor and will of his ancient ancestors on his shoulders. How could he sleep peacefully!

Huang Zu did not try to persuade him any more and said: "The emperor has the spirit of an emperor. You are much more stable than the unreliable Emperor Yan Mochi. Alas, if Chi doesn't come back, there will be no chance..."

Until now, he is no longer optimistic that Chi Tianzi can capture the mastermind behind the scenes.

He only had one thought in his mind, wait until Son of Heaven comes back, hammer him to pieces, put him into a coffin and send him to sleep. If he doesn't return for tens of thousands of years, do he really think that he is a child without a family? The Yan Mo Clan will just ignore it?

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"What's the current situation of the Yan Mo clan?"

"The Yan Demon Clan no longer goes out to look for divine objects. After all, the sky is dark now. Even if you have cultivated a spiritual body, it is no longer suitable to travel far away, so you and I, the Red Saltpeter Demon Clan, are sleeping in the coffin!"

The Red Salt Emperor answered respectfully and said: "Every member of the Yama Demon Clan, the Red Salt Demon Clan, the Blood Demon Gaotian Clan, the Hell Ancient Clan, and the Xumi Immortal Clan are buried in the same tomb. When the dark matter tries to invade

, the hell tribe will be the first to wake up and cut off the darkness. When the eternal night passes and light shines, the Xumi Immortal tribe will be the first to wake up and revive all tribes with the water of life. We will return then!"

"Well, very good!"

Huang Zu smiled happily, but his face was uglier than a dead person. He faced the dark wind, felt the endless coldness and loneliness, and opened his arms to lament.

"Great ancient ancestor, all the mistakes he made were Huang's fault!"

"In the ancient era, Huang finally failed to find the light-sensitive artifact!"

"Great ancient ancestor, I know you can listen to the sounds of all things, and you are watching everything. Huang, I am ashamed of God!"

He knelt down in grief, holding his head, and hundreds of mouths were filled with tears.

The Emperor Chi Ni, who was holding his breath next to him, took a look and hurriedly knelt down.

Huang Zu was already crying.

"We cannot defeat the darkness, cannot help you defeat the rotten insects of chaos, and clean up the dirt on your body. We are guilty!"

"Could it be that all the ancient tribes really can only perish in darkness?"

"Will we ever wake up again?"

The ancient era seems to have come to an end. With the complete outbreak of dark turmoil, the rules of the heavens will no longer be suitable for the survival of ancient creatures. The environment has become extremely harsh, and sleep has become the only option.

Huang doesn't know if a new era will come after the darkness!

Perhaps, the dark creatures will completely disintegrate the world where the ancient ancestors died, and all the worlds will be completely destroyed by the disorderly expansion and devouring of the dark creatures.

And they will not be able to wake up.

Huang Zu felt boundless despair from the great changes in the world: "When the darkness completely falls, the light is no longer there, and the light-sensitive gods can no longer be found!"

Without light, it is difficult to determine whether a fetish is a light-sensitive fetish.

With the arrival of eternal night, the concentration of dark matter reaches its highest level, and all the worlds are invaded by dark matter. How can we find light-sensitive artifacts?

This is what makes Huang feel most desperate.

How can he hear the voice of the ancient ancestor again if he can't find the light-sensitive artifact? Can he hear the great will of the ancient ancestor coming?

If we can find a light-sensitive divine object to summon the ancient ancestors to come, and get the guidance of the great ancient ancestors, the darkness may be broken with a finger.

But the darkness is like a curtain covering everything, so deep and despairing.

"There are fewer and fewer places covered by light, and the vast worlds are completely plunged into darkness. The living space of the four worlds is constantly being compressed!"

There were once nearly one hundred billion members of the Xumi Immortal Clan, but now there are only a few hundred thousand floating in the heavens to receive the light, struggling to maintain the operation of the divine ship that carries the world. The rest of the Xumi Immortal Clan have also buried themselves in the tomb.

Waiting for the next life.

Huang Zu thought for a while and finally decided not to wait.

"Don't wait until you are naked. Let's all fall asleep. No more needless sacrifices!"

"Let Emperor Zixuan of Huangquan lead the ancient tribes of Hell to return to the Divine Ark. I will use the ancient artifact Roulette to completely block the Divine Ark, build a tomb of the heavens, isolate the invasion of dark matter, and wait for the next life!"To be continued...