Under this crazy rolling, the sea of clouds roared, and it looked down upon the world. The moment it raised its head, the whole world of six directions and eight wastelands rapidly shrank and rotated in this rolling sea of clouds, suddenly forming a huge vortex.
The rumbling sound was endless. Everyone was stunned. Under this terrifying pressure, they had long forgotten what resistance was. The behemoth in the sky seemed to be the master of heaven and earth, controlling the life and death of all living beings in the world.
Thoughts can destroy the heaven and earth, or nourish all things and create regeneration from nothing. What's more, Netherworld itself is a monster, which is a fatal suppression for the monster clan with strict bloodline hierarchy.
The natural pressure from the soul almost made it impossible for them to raise their heads. The feeling of being like an ant was truly terrifying. Fortunately... Feng Qingyang was neither a demon nor a human.
He did not speak. The withdrawal of the Heavenly Eye did not mean that he could not look at the huge monster in the sky again. Looking at those extremely huge eyes, Feng Qingyang's eyes gradually became cold.
"The young Saint is no match for me, which shows that I also have the qualities to be a Saint. Likewise, what can a mere demon 'Great Saint' like you do to me?" A sneer slowly appeared on Feng Qingyang's lips. The Saint's thoughts had been hovering in his sea of consciousness, so he had some resistance to the pressure from the Netherworld at this time.
Buzz… Buzz…!
Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, and the dragon hidden in the sea of clouds completely lifted up. The dragon head, dragon horns, scales, and ferocious eyes finally allowed Feng Qingyang to see the other party's true appearance.
"Xuanwu!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. Doesn't this Netherworld look exactly like Xuanwu, one of the four legendary beasts? It's called Netherworld, so why does it look like Xuanwu
"Descendants of the ancient gods?" Just as Feng Qingyang was in shock, a mysterious and vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded in his mind. The loneliness contained in the erosion of time instantly woke Feng Qingyang up.
"Ancient God?" Feng Qingyang was shocked. Now that things have come to this, he would no longer believe that the thing before his eyes was the underworld. He suddenly remembered that Xuanwu was also called Xuanming in ancient times. Perhaps this so-called underworld is just a name given by the current demon cultivators.
Not only that, they said there were three Netherworld Beasts, but in Feng Qingyang's opinion, these were clearly his clones, and at this moment, they appeared in the world for the first time.
This is exactly why all the demon cultivators below could not raise their heads. Even Zhan Taiyu, a human, was the same, kneeling on the ground with his forehead almost touching the ground.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was the only one standing tall in the world. He stood on the ground and looked at the huge monster in front of him. Now, it should be a divine beast, and an ancient one at that.
If that was the case, then the other party was not a "half-saint" at all! The cultivation of the ancient sacred beast was close to that of the ancient god, and the ancient god was even higher than the saint, and was the supreme power that could create the world.
"According to the legend, the ancient Hou Zun wanted to create the world and destroy the way of heaven, but was besieged by the other three ancient gods and eventually lost. When he died, he planted a great curse, and from then on, the zombie clan was born...
He recognized my identity, so I must be an ancient divine beast. But if that is true, why is my cultivation so low? Logically speaking, it should be far superior to that of a Saint!"
While he was thinking, the sea of clouds rolled, and he was shocked all over. Suddenly he found that the place where he was had changed in an instant, and the plain where he was originally located was shrinking rapidly.
In his eyes, there was only endless darkness, which was less than ten feet wide, and he was right within this narrow ten feet range. In the west of this darkness, there was a pair of red eyes, staring straight at him.
"Yes... Yes... You are indeed the descendant of the ancient god Hou Zun... You really appeared. It seems that the original prophecy was not wrong... You are a person who should not exist in time, but now you appear. The soul of Su Hui and the body of Hou Zun are indeed the perfect body of the ancestral zombie."
A powerful aura came from where the red eye was. Not long after, a head popped out from the darkness. It was exactly the same head he saw on the plain, except that it seemed to have shrunk infinitely.
“Descendants of Hou Zun? Wasn’t my zombie clan born out of the curse? And... who are you..." Feng Qingyang calmed his fluctuating heart. He knew that he had met a man who was more powerful than he had ever been before. He might know everything that happened in ancient times. If he asked him questions, he might be able to immediately know all the doubts in his heart.
After these words came out, Xuanwu in the darkness was obviously stunned, but after a moment of stunnedness, he was obviously relieved: "I think you haven't awakened the body of the ancestral zombie yet, so naturally you can't know some memories from the inherited memory. Well, since you don't know, I can't tell you in advance, otherwise fate is unpredictable, and maybe because of my talking too much, it will deviate from the track of operation. At that time, I'm afraid that the eldest, the second, and the third will come to trouble me...
I am Xuanwu, one of the four ancient mythical beasts. This is my conscious world. Of course, I only occupy a quarter of this world. The other three are still sleeping. But if I don’t wake up, I’m afraid there will be no chance. "
At this point, there was an obvious hint of worry in Xuanwu's tone, and that worry was so urgent that it made his breathing a little disordered.
"But the Azure Dragon of the East, the Vermillion Bird of the South, and the White Tiger of the West?" Feng Qingyang blurted out. Although Xuanwu's words made him a little disappointed, he was used to it after all. Many times, the ancient people he met treated him like that. They knew everything, but pretended to be noble and unwilling to tell him.
He didn't care too much. Anyway, as long as he became strong, all the secrets would no longer be secrets. The clouds would be cleared and the sky would be revealed. Everything would be clearly presented before his eyes.
"Xifang Xuanwu, look at me, why am I suppressed in the western demon clan area! This is a place where no one even comes to order, it's filled with foul smells and foul smells, and demonic energy is everywhere. For countless years, I have had to endure the collapse of the world, and my cultivation has become so weak that my body can no longer move..." Xuanwu was not surprised when he heard Feng Qingyang's words. In his eyes, Su Hui should know everything.
"As expected of a man of innate wisdom, Huo Zun was right back then. If it weren't for the obstruction of Fuxi, Nuwa and others, I'm afraid the spiritual world wouldn't be in such a dilapidated state now..." At this point, he sighed heavily.
That kind of anger and regret could not be concealed at all. Although he did not tell Feng Qingyang much useful information, he could still guess something from it.
"What happened in ancient times? Why did my zombie clan appear? Aren't zombies the root of human evil?"