The royal city made of black stone towers at a height of ten thousand feet. It is beyond human imagination, and it is definitely not a great city that human civilization can build. In the endless rain, it casts an earth-covering shadow in the towering sky. In the chaotic era tens of thousands of years ago, it was such a city symbolizing the supreme authority that never landed above the white clouds, and people crawled in its shadow.
The creatures and all things in the land of the Twelve Dynasties felt the return of that ancient existence.
Mountains and rivers, cities and animals.
In the heavy rain that fell all over the world, everything, living and inanimate, crawled. Two great wills that are also transcending everything spread all over the whole earth. In the face of such power, everything is an ant.
After the era, the last ancient emperor, Emperor Xuan.
He was holding the long sword that killed millions of smog birds. The space around him was distorted. The rain fell on his royal city and hit the hard rock. The sound gathered into a grand performance. The authority of the heavens is engraved on the bronze throne behind him, and the scarlet cloak is soaked with the blood of endless sinners.
He is the one who wields the power to kill among the emperors, and the blood of all living beings dyes his cloak red.
The rain fell, rolling off his scarlet robe, already turning red as it rolled.
Above the tens of thousands of feet of sky, separated by a thick curtain of endless rain, Emperor Xuan faced another person far away.
The sky and the earth are dark, and there is heavy rain all over the world. Everything is gone, and only two people are left facing each other.
"We finally met, we should have met a long time ago."
Emperor Xuan held the hilt of "jue" and stepped down from his bronze throne.
The central axis of Wangcheng is an extremely spacious avenue, and he stepped on the hard central axis avenue. The rainwater that fell from the sky gathered on the central axis of Wangcheng, flowing like a river. Emperor Xuan's scarlet robe hung straight down, behind the robe, the river formed by the rainwater was dyed red, like a bloody red carpet unrolled for him.
Across the heavy rain curtain and the tens of thousands of feet of the sky, the youth is suspended in the rain.
The rain opened up a grand prelude for them. They are like enemies destined to meet in a drama, separated at both ends of the stage. At the moment before the war begins, they meet like old friends, each other's swords have been drawn out of their sheaths, and only What remains is the murderous intent and hatred towards the other person until death.
Silver lightning flashed across the air between the two, illuminating their faces clearly.
The young man in a black robe had no expression on his face, his pupils were as clear as ice, and as indifferent as ice, there was nothing. He was suspended at a place slightly higher than the royal city, staring indifferently at Emperor Xuan who stepped down from the throne and stepped on the central axis of the royal city, as if he was not staring at one of the most powerful existences in the world, but what was destined to Old things that have been erased.
It was the look of time itself.
In the face of time, there is neither love nor hatred, no pity, no sympathy, and no hatred. Time never hates anyone, never hates any existence, it just moves forward silently, never stops, and will not stop bringing today's decay because of yesterday's glory.
"I hate the look in your eyes."
Emperor Xuan slowly turned the edge of the sword, and the cold light flowed on his sword.
"Because that reminds me all the time..."
Emperor Xuan was indeed the most violent and craziest among the ancient emperors. One moment he was still talking as if an old friend reunited, and the next moment he was already stepping on the rain that flowed like a river, rushing violently. Towards the young man suspended in the void, his scarlet robe rolled up like a real killing intent.
"—We are just tools to be written by people!"
Emperor Xuan's roar resounded throughout the sky, carrying so much resentment and so much anger.
Thousands of lightnings exploded across the entire sky at the same time, just like the gate of hell was opened, and all the raptors that had been imprisoned for a long time swarmed out in an instant. From the shadow of the Black Stone King City, countless bronze-armored cavalrymen swam out. They spread their black wings, followed Emperor Xuan, and rushed towards the young man suspended in the sky.
This is the final battle!
The supreme emperor took his bronze cavalry and set foot on this doomsday battlefield in person!
Towards the ancient, established destiny, the furious emperor uttered his roar!
The hideous and terrifying truth revealed its hazy figure in the emperor's anger. That is the most terrifying truth in the era. According to the legend, time flows forever, and the era is like a slowly rotating disc, crushing everything mercilessly.
Who knows the origin of the ancient emperor
Who knows what existence gave Kongjia by the Whitewater River the strength to fight against the wild at the beginning
It is the eyes that look down on the common people and the earth in the dark!
It's those heavenly eyes!
Nearly 90,000 years ago, there was no life on this land. Black stones and red fire coexisted on the land, and the world was dead. The will that exists somewhere between the heaven and the earth feels that this land needs life and colorful colors, so wild beasts appear on this land.
Desolate beasts have become the darlings of heaven and earth, they are powerful, they are the creations of the wild, and their whole bodies are covered with strength and primitive beauty. They are violent in nature, so they fight, they fight day after day, the ground is soaked in blood, and there is chaos everywhere.
So in the dark, the will of fate and the long river of history wanted to establish a new order on the earth, so at the riverside of Baishui, Kong Jia, who was originally just a mortal, was bestowed with the ancient will. The invisible will, but it really watched the land, distributed its authority to a few creatures, and entrusted them to establish a new order to rule the land.
Those who obtained the authority of the gods walked out of the Baishui River and put an end to the wild beasts. From then on, there will be no endless wars on the earth. The Canglong and the Golden Crow can no longer let the flood flood the earth at will, and let the red fire burn for thousands of miles.
The pillars of heaven stand majestically, symbolizing a new era and a new order.
Those beings who are given authority are called "Ancient Emperors"!
They were the darlings of this world, and they were ordered to establish a new era and a new order on this land! All the people surrendered under the Heavenly Pillar and followed the laws they formulated, everything became orderly, and the fireworks of civilization ignited on the thick soil.
"Give us strength!"
"Give us authority!"
"Deprive us of our glory again!"
"Death to us!"
Emperor Xuan roared, venting the anger of tens of thousands of years.
The ancient emperors lived forever in the empty royal city, sitting alone on the icy bronze throne, maintaining the supreme majesty, always lonely and dead, seeing only the silent army as iron. They are on the pillars of heaven, sitting in command of the heavens, sticking to the order they established.
But what do they get? !
What did they get!
Before him, the ancient emperors died knowing nothing, and when they fell, they didn't even know what was trying to deprive them of their lives. Only the Three Emperors who survived to the Ten Thousand Immortals Era finally discovered some doubts.
The so-called ancient emperors, they are just tools used by the hidden will to manage this land.
Just like the wild beasts in the wild era, their birth and prosperity are just because this world thinks that there should be life. And when the world felt that the wild beasts had become chaos and order should be established, the ancient emperor appeared. They should have known everything from the fate of the desolate beast!
The prehistoric beast rule can be erased without hesitation.
Then when time passed and the grinding of the heavens turned to the next era, the will of the heavens would naturally treat them as new chaos and kill and erase them without hesitation.
They are just tools used to rule this land!
What a sad, what a ridiculous fate!
Emperor Xuan rushed to the sky with his bronze cavalry, suspended quietly, watching his frantic young man.
The young man's black robe was like the deepest ink between the sky and the earth. He looked at the thousands of troops coming towards him.
"Did you see it?"
Baili Shu asked, his pupils were as quiet as the eternally silent sea, completely unlike the eyes that people should have. He seemed to have not heard Emperor Xuan's question at all, and was indifferent to Emperor Xuan's anger. But when he spoke, his voice was soft, but his tone still carried the loneliness and sadness of a teenager on a high platform.
"It's raining."
Facing the thousands of troops of bronze, Baili Shu said this, as if an old friend reunited, and came to ask questions.
Thousands of rains enveloped the sky and the earth, and the rain fell, penetrating the bronze armor weighing tens of thousands of tons.
An extremely shocking scene was staged in the sky. Following Emperor Xuan's rush out of the royal city, the actions of the bronze cavalrymen suddenly slowed down, as if they were frozen in the sky. The rain passed through them like a phantom, and after being passed by the rain, the figures of these cavalry became fainter and fainter.
It was as if someone was slowly wiping away the army that was once enough to destroy the entire Jiuxuanmen.
From this world, it was completely wiped away, leaving no trace.
Emperor Xuan never felt that his cavalry could play any role in the existence that had given them authority in front of him. He was the emperor himself, so he took his bronze cavalry, held his long sword and left own throne.
He didn't look back, he didn't look at the army that was wiped from the sky and the earth, he cut down the sword of judgment of fate against the existence that had given him authority in the sky.
Emperor Xuan is the ancient emperor in charge of killing.
The name of the emperor's sword is "Decision"!
He was born with the right to judge everything. But now, he pointed the sword that judges everything to the existence that controls fate and history. This is a scene that has never been seen since the Era. In this piece of heaven and earth, someone finally challenged and roared to the grindstone of the heavens.