As he stepped into the statue, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing in the familiar darkness.
There seemed to be a person, deep in the darkness, breathing slowly, feeling slowly, and paying attention to himself.
Wang Baole was silent and looked towards the direction where breathing was coming from in the darkness.
There, it seems far away, yet it seems very close.
The familiar fluctuations and the resonance of blood make the other party's identity no longer a secret at this moment.
The darkness that blocked them seemed to be transformed by the power of some kind of seal. Although Wang Baole could see through it, he couldn't.
He stood there silently, looking at the image of the emperor's sixth memory that gradually emerged from the darkness.
In the picture, the emperor's hundred thousand spiritual thoughts transformed hundreds of thousands of boundless realms. In the end, only one remained, and the rest were all successful. And with the success... the fruits returned one by one, and as they were absorbed by the emperor, the emperor's injuries Seems to be improving.
Although he has not fully recovered, this trend made the emperor understand that his plan was correct, so he began to wait patiently, waiting for... the arrival of the last remaining soul.
But... the last trace of the remnant soul never appeared, which made the emperor gradually lose his patience. He began to be anxious. The reason for this was because he himself, in these long years, under the catalysis of this wood calamity, had gone out of his mind. some problems.
The specific problem was not revealed in the memory, and Wang Baole never knew it. It was as if this memory had been deliberately erased.
But no matter what, the emergence of problems made the emperor weaker and weaker. It was at this time that a rebellion emerged.
In Yuanyu Daokong, the emperor's former generals began to fight back. For them, this may be the only chance to escape from the emperor's control.
But they still underestimated the emperor...
Even though he endured the wood calamity, even if something went wrong within himself, the emperor's strength still allowed the rebellion to be forcibly suppressed.
And during this suppression, the emperor who appeared in front of these generals seemed to be a little different from what they remembered. His whole body was filled with black mist, and his methods became extremely cruel.
In the picture, Wang Baole saw a large number of powerful beings suppressed by the emperor in a burial soil, and formations were arranged so that they could contribute endless vitality while remaining immortal.
Just like batteries...
Their painful expressions every time they were pulled away from life occupied the majority of the picture... At the same time, Wang Baole also saw the process of suppressing some of the seven emotions and six desires.
He saw the curse of the Lord of Appetite after he chose to surrender, and the sound of boiling in the huge cauldron was thrilling.
He also saw the sorrow of Lord Tingyu. For the sake of his disciple's life, he chose to lower his head and cursed him, causing him to wail in pain.
And the body of Jian Yuzhu, etc...
All this appeared before Wang Baole's eyes. The emperor in the picture was full of cruelty and madness. The black mist made Wang Baole silent.
Until the end, after suppressing all the rebellions, the emperor used his last strength to transform Yuanyu Daokong into a three-layer world, just like changing the world.
The third level of the world is the burial soil. In addition to those powerful people who were punished as batteries, there are also sub-level powerful people who have been sleeping for countless years.
These people are all under the command of those generals.
The second level of the world was given the laws of seven emotions and six desires by the emperor, and those who chose to bow their heads were placed there and became desire masters.
Afterwards, he circled the most intact holy land from that time and turned it into the first-level world, and completely sealed the first-level world and the second-level world.
Like a seal and an isolation, the seven emotions and six desires and monks in the second level world are unable to set foot in the first level world in this life. At the same time, Xuan Chen, as the strongest person after the emperor, was suppressed by the emperor and became one of the others. protector.
After doing this, the emperor chose to retreat in the first level of the world.
From then on, as the years passed, the legend of the sleeping gods continued to spread in the second layer of the world...
The picture is here, frozen.
Wang Baole looked at all this and already understood almost all of the emperor's memories in this life. He could also guess the subsequent memories.
In the burial soil of the third layer of the world, those powers that were used as batteries, after countless years, even if they once had the characteristics of immortality, they could not survive the overdraft of absorption, and finally... they still died. .
This is obviously related to the problem of the emperor. He needs a lot of vitality to maintain, which leads to the batteries that have no time to recover and gradually die.
What still exists today is not even one out of ten.
"Maybe it has something to do with me..." Wang Baole murmured in his heart.
The emperor did not expect all these surprises. Perhaps according to his original plan, he had successfully recovered all the spiritual thoughts before his subordinates rebelled, or even if they rebelled, they did not need to wait for their deaths one after another. He has also succeeded in being complete.
But apparently the unexpected appearance caused the emperor to still be incomplete to this day.
In the silence, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing coming from the distance again. After a while, Wang Baole suppressed the complexity in his heart and waved lightly towards the memory picture in front of him.
With this wave, the memory image was shattered into countless bright fragments, like spreading butterflies, permeating the entire darkness, causing light to appear in this dark place.
In this light, Wang Baole saw a huge staircase in the distance, and at the top of the staircase, a starry sky was arranged there.
The star map is unfamiliar and does not belong to this vast universe.
Under the star map, at the end of the stairs, there is a huge seat, and on the seat... sits a figure.
He held his chin with one hand and leaned back on the chair, as if he was sleeping... Only the slight sound of breathing faintly echoed in the quiet hall.
As butterfly-like fragments flew over the area and illuminated it, Wang Baole looked up and finally saw the figure sitting on the chair, wearing a purple robe and with white hair. Although his eyes were closed, His eyes, but the appearance that was exactly the same as his own, made Wang Baole... the complexity in his heart spread throughout his body.
The emperor and him were originally one body. They were a new life formed by the fusion of the powerful body of death and the strange black wood.
Wang Baole stared.
After a long time, when a soft sigh echoed in the hall, the figure sitting on the chair slowly opened its eyes.
In his eyes, it was pitch black!
(End of chapter)