Chapter 774 Dao Saint

The endless and splendid collision of light seems even more splendid and magnificent than the moment when the 'sacrificial plaques' collided with the sun.

While burning everything, there is endless relief, expectation, hope, bitterness, and a touch of indescribable pleasure in Qi Cun's heart.

In the final moment, his whole life flowed through his mind.

'Hui' is born from the collision of wills between two realms, an almost indestructible existence, destined to be reborn after 129,600 years.

可惜，重生的‘虺’不会是他，正如自己，也是自前代‘虺’齐寸的尸身之中诞生出的全新意志。

But even so, what does it matter?

他，或者说‘虺’，已经活的够久了。

自两界碰撞诞生的第一代‘虺’，直至如今的他，‘虺’已存世超过十一世了。

The first generation of 'Hui' fell in the collision between the Immortal Realm and the human world, until the tenth generation of 'Hui' was killed by the God of War of the Imperial Court of the Emperor in Shao Yang Mountain.

It seems that there is a kind of unpredictable rule binding them, and no Emperor's Ten Wrath can truly live past the limit of one lifetime in a meaningful way.

Compared to them, at least I can choose my own way to die.

Therefore, in the moment when the endless divine light enveloped Anqi's life, a inexplicable joy and uncontrollable excitement rose in Qicun's heart:

"God, do not forget, my name is 'Zhaoyang'!"

Boom!

A palm tore apart, smashing the huge snake body like a star, An Qi's heart suddenly thundered, in the depths of his soul, in the void space where he was located.

There suddenly appeared a pure and powerful spiritual imprint, shining with a bright white light:

【Correction! Correction! Consuming 8 million points of dao power, breaking through the barrier of the secret treasure 'Scripture of the Great Dragon'... The correction message is as follows】

【Morning sun (Qi Cun?) 87564/?】

【Fate Trajectory 1: Inheriting the accumulation of ten generations, born in the Tai Chi human world, in the Meteorite Misty Mountain, with an extremely poisonous body, yet with a pure heart.】

After entering the world of mortals, seeing more conflicts and killings in the world, the purgatory of ten thousand souls, feeling indignant in my heart, I turned against the human race..... After countless battles and killings, I became the new seven kings of the demon clan......

Throughout his life, he pursued the traces of the 'Saint of Dao', but was lured by the 'Saint of Heaven' and entered the gate of nothingness, searching for the figure of the 'Saint of Dao'.

At the final moment, he saw through the plot of the 'Saint of Heaven', fought desperately, tore off a corner of the 'Great Dragon Sutra', and fell into the realm of the lost spirits...

Cause of death: ...... Unknown reasons, unable to be discerned

Evaluation: Four stars.

"Chao Yang......"

An Qi-sheng felt a shock in his heart.

In a trance, he saw in the dark and unpredictable void, an ancient and mottled scroll exuding a shimmering light, filled with endless principles of Dao.

Seems to be searching for something.

Ah~

The tidal wave of the shocking collision rolled and pounded, despite Russell's early precautions, he was still heavily affected, with tendons broken and bones fractured, coughing up blood repeatedly.

For a long, long time, he didn't know whether he had been blown out for tens of thousands of miles or millions of miles, and he struggled to stabilize his figure.

At this point, the once brilliant and magnificent divine light has gradually dimmed, and the boiling starry sky seems to be returning to its original quiet and desolate state.

Only the white blood, coagulated and undispersed, rolling like a vast sea, and the colossal body of the serpent, as massive as a star, are still telling the world of the existence of that battle.

"He's dead, he's dead....."

Russell was first startled, then delighted, unable to help emitting a silent snarl, a fierce and terrifying glint fixed on the starry sky, seeming to have lost all breath on Anqi's body.

The long letter licked the corner of his mouth, drawing a cold and bone-chilling smile:

It's my turn now!

.......

Ah~

The raging wind rolled, and the ice and snow, along with the pervasive waters, were in the world, the roaring thunder raging across the sky.

Under the sudden rise and fall of the temperature, countless glaciers crack, and the half-ice and half-water ocean submerges everything in sight.

The dark star, seems to have turned into a water star!

It's like the great flood after the collapse of the world, rushing and unstoppable, making all living things seem insignificant under this flood.

Each underground city seems to have turned into a giant ark, trembling in the boundless sea, drifting with the waves.

Standing on top of the tall building, Su Jie fell into silence as he looked at the scene in front of him, which seemed like the end of the world.

Under absolute power, everything seems futile.

A collision of stars millions of light years away has nearly destroyed the neighboring black star. If it weren't for the fact that humanity has already moved underground in the past few years...

I'm afraid there are not many people alive on Earth at this moment.

Not to mention the cataclysmic flood, just the changing temperature difference is enough to send all ordinary people away.

"Ancestor, you are right..."

Chu Fan leaned against the edge of the rooftop, with a touch of bitterness on his face in the cold and harsh wind: "In the face of survival, what kind of class, what kind of contradictions, differences, are all insignificant..."

Throughout the millennia, the endless slaughter and struggle of mankind seem too insignificant in the face of this devastating flood.

In the face of survival, everything else seems trivial.

Mr. An...

Gu Changsheng gazed at the starry sky, his eyes seeming to penetrate the dark clouds and thunder, as if seeing something, yet also as if seeing nothing at all.

Even across the distant galaxies, at this moment he can only vaguely sense that the great battle seems to have come to an end.

But apart from that, he can't see any of the details.

But the sense of crisis in his heart, like a dark cloud covering the top, gradually disappeared. Did he win?

"The strength we have at this moment is too weak..."

Looking at the meteorite dragging its long tail flame into the flood, Su Jie lowered his eyes, "The challenges we will face in the universe will not be fewer..."

How much danger is there in the universe?

Su Jie doesn't know, and nobody knows.

But with the current power of humanity, not to mention disasters like star collisions, even planet impacts are beyond any means.

Those who can enter dreams may survive in disasters, but ordinary people cannot.

Ah~

In the cold wind, the three of them fell silent.

With Mr. An stepping in this time to avoid the catastrophic disaster, it seems like it has been averted, but what about the next time?

"It is only by saving ourselves that we can receive salvation from heaven."

After a long time, Gu Changsheng sighed lightly, "Even if it's An Xiansheng... we still have to find a way out!"

"Not bad."

Wang Zhi Xuan walked to the top of the rooftop, facing the howling cold wind, and said, "The storm on the surface is slowly calming down, and may soon be frozen again. Several major base cities are severely damaged, and we must take action!"

Wang Zhixuan's heart is far from calm on the surface, and she is somewhat overwhelmed by all the trivial matters, especially the battle in space...

"With such a large flood, there's nothing we can do except wait..."

Chu Fan shook his head.

Over the years, humanity has split into two camps, with regular people living on the surface and the vast majority of dreamers either voluntarily or forcibly staying below the surface.

With this torrential flood, I'm afraid there are already dreamers who want to retreat underground.

But even so, in the face of this torrential flood, no one has a solution, even as the number of experts among the dreamers has been increasing with the emergence of spiritual energy.

“Specifically how to act, we still need to discuss. You three are the last people to have seen Mr. An, An. You must attend this meeting.”

Wang Zhi Xuan pursed her lips and looked at the three of them, "The fate of humanity can only depend on ourselves..."

“But have you discovered anything?”

Su Jie spoke up, sensing the complexity in Wang Zhixuan's tone.

“Through the analysis of the electromagnetic signals detected by the Tengui, Yinglong has come to some conclusions about the current situation in the solar system. You can take a look at...”

Wang Zhixuan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and a burst of white light sprayed out, outlining a deep space map in front of the few people.

In the dim and dark space, only the stars emitted faint light, and even when the starlight was exhausted, there were still countless cosmic rays inundating the original solar system.

In the dead silence of outer space, a man drifted, seemingly devoid of all breath, not knowing where he was drifting to.

"Mr. An!"

"Ancestor!"

"He..."

苏杰三人心头皆是一沉，纵然那画面无比的模糊，但他们却能感受到那熟悉的气息。

安先生，死了？？？

"How could that be?"

楚凡胸膛起伏，心潮激荡：“应龙？还能更近距离的观察吗？！”

No one replied.

Including Wang Zhi Xuan who had seen this scene before, everyone felt heavy-hearted.

Across the starry sea, even if they could see, it would still be unclear.

Regardless of An Qi's condition, what could they do?

莫说是飞船早已拆卸，化作资源搬入地底，哪怕不曾拆卸，以飞船的速度，想要奔赴太阳系。

不知要几百，甚至几千年了。

......

Without any external influence, the great flood, as if to destroy the world, finally subsided after seventeen years of silence in the big dream.

And this is already the seventh year of the wandering of Xuanxing.

The raging flood completely washed away all traces of man-made structures on the surface of the earth. The foundations of the great cities, built with the combined efforts of many countries, were ultimately completely submerged and scoured, becoming the dust of history.

No matter how much unwillingness there is, the dreamers can only retreat into the underground base.

Until the flood disappears, the surface of the earth, close to zero degrees, has become completely unsuitable for any ordinary person to live on.

Having experienced stops, derailments, solar explosions, and floods, Xuan Xing's landscape has been completely changed, with many continents being completely integrated.

Chu Fan, Su Jie, and Gu Changsheng, the leaders of the Dreamers of Da Xuan, emerged from the underground base in such a fierce environment.

Started the process of building a new home from scratch.

Boom!

Large chunks of glaciers shattered, revealing the frozen soil beneath that is harder than steel.

Su Jie bent down and buried the new generation of "spirit species" that he had been cultivating for years in the soil.

In an environment below zero degrees and without sunlight, only the spirit species brought out from the dream world can be planted, as for the surface glaciers.

For those who are familiar with the aura of the dreamer, it is not a problem either.

Mr. An...

Su Jie stood up slowly and gazed into the distance, at the Tian Lian Mountain that had stood the test of time, enduring the baptism of floods and glaciers:

"I will uphold your teachings, throughout my life, I will pass on your legacy..."

“若有朝一日您归来，必与您把酒言欢，坐而论道！”

......

Whoosh~

借助地热所成的‘人造太阳’在高处悬挂，撒下光芒在一望无际的农田，菜地之上。

Geothermal energy is not endless, and these artificial suns can only shine on the fields.

In extremely densely populated human settlements, there is only a little light, and both electricity and water are limited in supply.

地下的空间总归是不如地面，开凿数年的地下，能够勉强容纳下所有人类已经是因为无数入梦者开山破石远比机械更快的原因了。

But even so, living here is a struggle, and there's no hope for any quality of life.

Whether it's the super-rich or the government officials, no one is exempt. Under the high-intensity military-style control, the chaotic system has been restored at a speed that astonishes other countries.

In a common high-rise building, in a small room, An Jianzhong is smoking 'patter patter', while An's mother is busy cooking in the kitchen.

In the narrow room, there is no other noise, it seems unusually quiet.

"Why hasn't Qiqi come back yet?"

"Anmu banged on the pot lid, waking up An Jianzhong, who was smoking under the dim light."

"They're coming, they're coming..."

"The door was pushed open, and 'An Qisheng' in a simple black sports suit walked in with a big and small bag."

“您别忙活了，歇会吧。”

‘安奇生’放下大包小包，上前接过安母手里的家伙什，熟练的开始生火做饭。

“那就看齐齐的手艺啦。”

Grandma washed her hands and walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

It seemed that her mood was not affected by the move to the underground, but as she smiled, tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

"Hoo~"

An Jianzhong did not speak, his tall body slightly hunched, he lowered his head, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhaled a long stream of smoke rings.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes suddenly felt a bit dry.

He wants to quit smoking.

......