Dragons only want to be in the water, and don't like to stay in the wilderness

Chapter 483 I am the Candle Dragon (The Final Chapter) (But there is also a special story)
In the Hongmeng space, you are alone and apart from everything, yet it is also the destination of everything.

In response to the old man's words, Hongmeng Pearl spanned time, traveled through all realms, and ended time.

Quietly, then loudly, it smashed towards Zhulong.

Outside of Hongmeng, the time has come.

The war between wizards and liches, the heaven and earth are shattered, the saint is about to achieve enlightenment and step onto the throne forged of blood, fire, and bones.

The remaining half of Luofu Patriarch's face still had an eyeball hanging on it, floating in the void, staring at this side with a gray look.

"kill!"

Someone shouted, and the Half-Step Hunyuan practitioners rushed towards the sky and the way of heaven like moths to a flame!

"Fall down!"

Countless flames, endless sad songs.

In the divine light and the rosy glow, the way of heaven was constantly shaking and declining.

Each of the Half-Step Hunyuan masters holds a spiritual treasure from the Hongmeng, and is not affected by cause and effect. They use this as a basis to fight against the Way of Heaven.

This Hongmeng is equivalent to the origin of this old man, the last saint.

It is a provocation from future saints to the present way of heaven and is the most extreme way of fighting.

Chen Zhu saw someone explode, shocking the authority of the Heavenly Dao.

He saw that someone took advantage of the opportunity and turned his own flesh and blood and Taoism into a knife to cut into the crack.

He also saw that they finally opened the crack, and the figure in the crack was falling.

The authority of the Great Dao has finally been somewhat knocked down, and the connection between the Daos is no longer as solid as it once was.

Even Chen Zhu saw a familiar figure.

He was extremely familiar with it.

It was a Bodhi tree, which grew taller in the wind and turned into a giant with four heads and twelve bodies. It confronted the three divine lights of the Heavenly Dao and charged into them.

When he rushed forward, his eyes met with Chen Zhu's for a moment, and his features were deeply imprinted.

Ancestor Bodhi!

Among the fifty-five Half-Step Hunyuan, his master, Patriarch Bodhi was also among them.

…………

The old man did not participate.

He holds in his hand the Hongmeng Pearl, the only Hongmeng treasure, as if he is holding tightly onto a ray of hope.

"I can die, but they want to live. Great Candle God, I can only stop you with my remaining body."

"That person should be your master. We know about your brief encounter with him and the karmic entanglement between them."

"It's just a pity that even your master joined us when he was faced with no other options."

They are not villains, they are a group of pioneers who want to break the convention and find a way out.

They claim that they are no less powerful than the innate gods, but their path is a tragic and bloody one.

"Don't blame your master. They have already reached their limit. There is no way forward and no way to improve. It is the most hopeless situation."

At their level, the so-called secret methods, extreme explosion, burning blood, burning life, burning life, etc. are all useless.

Once you reach the peak, you have reached the peak. There is no such thing as further improvement.

Naturally, there is no such thing as fighting across levels.

Chen Zhu said expressionlessly: "Time will change everything, I know."

He did not blame his master. He was even happy for him that he could take the initiative to find his own way.

"The only thing that doesn't change in this world is that everything is changing, and I know what you are thinking."

"Use my teacher to distract me. You only need time to speak to me for a few words."

Chen Zhu saw through the old man's thoughts and knew his purpose.

"You have to take advantage of the time you spend talking to me. As long as you open your mouth and I respond, you win here."

The old man nodded in acknowledgement, there was nothing to hide.

"The time between these two sentences is eternity. They have the only chance to fight fairly for their own authority and avenue."

This is an opportunity and a feast, but at the same time, it is also a moth flying into a flame.

Chen Zhu smiled.

"Very smart. The most simple and unadorned wisdom is the greatest wisdom. You have more ideas than an old friend I know."

He turned his head and looked towards the Heavenly Dao, where one Half-Step Hunyuan after another shattered in an attempt to change the outcome.

The long river of time was surging, causing the Chaos Bell to rise and fall, while some unclear shadows gradually emerged from the originally empty space downstream.

It seemed that they were about to succeed.

At this moment, Chen Zhu must quickly suppress the old man, and then help Tiandao suppress those who are half-step Hunyuan. Only in this way can it be ensured that the saints can achieve enlightenment smoothly and the general trend of time will not be changed.

but……

He did not.

He sat down, resting his wrists on his knees and asked the old man some irrelevant questions:

"I heard that you always wanted to die because being invincible is too lonely."

"In your understanding, the relatives and friends you knew have long since died. Even if you can easily resurrect them now, you are still alone."

"Your life level has changed. Just one look at them will tell you everything. You know all the principles. The so-called sentient beings, memories, and experiences are nothing more than a picture, a pale code?"

Chen Zhu's words were like needles piercing the old man's heart.

The latter nodded and shook his head, thinking that what Zhulong said was right and also wrong.

“I don’t see any more waves.”

These are the words of the old man: "Candle God, you are still too young and have not experienced as many long years as I have."

"This is a curse. Every time I overcome a difficulty or kill an enemy, the curse becomes deeper, like a bottomless quagmire."

The Hongmeng Pearl in his hand blossomed with purple light, illuminating the pupils of the two people.

"Until a certain moment, you are completely trapped, with no rivals left and no way out."

"And you, Candle God, when the Great Destiny arrives, you will be like me, and there will be no other ending."

"hehe."

Above Chen Zhu's head, the Chaos Bell appeared at some point. Although he was sitting, he was looking down at the old man.

No one is higher than Him, no one is farther than Him.

“This is the difference.”

There was compassion in his eyes: "If you had seen how we expanded our territory and built a road from the impossible chaos, perhaps you would not have such an understanding."

Under the Chaos Clock, the long river of time rushes and spreads, heading towards the distant distance.

Those figures whose faces could not be seen clearly became clearer and clearer, and even started to move, and were at different time points downstream.

Even when time is closed, people downstream are heading upstream, as if they want to go against the flow of the river and find a loop outside the closed loop.

"They succeeded."

The old man looked at the Way of Heaven, that great, incredible Way of Heaven, which was collapsing at this moment. They did it!
But the old man was not excited, he only felt sympathy.

"They are heading towards the abyss."

All worlds are being rewritten, and all cognitions are unexpectedly affected as the way of heaven is shattered.

The old man saluted Chen Zhu.

"Thank you, Candle God, for guarding time for so many years. But from now on, you no longer need to be so exhausted. We will take over time and set rules for you."

Hongmeng's space is also changing.

Chen Zhu saw that in the primordial chaos, the figures of the original half-step Hunyuan changed and turned into innate gods.

Although the facial features of many of these figures have not yet fully appeared, Chen Zhu can already recognize them from their distinctive features.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Emperor Jun, the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Race, and the leaders of various religions.

They became their final destination in Hongmeng, and the people who were originally in Hongmeng became the "protagonists" under the Way of Heaven.

"Candle God."

The face of the figure that was not clearly visible at that time gradually became clearer. He had the aura of Hunyuan, and he had obviously become a saint. Once you become a saint, you will transcend the only one and there will be no more constraints.

"Candle God, your authority cannot be revealed to the outside world anymore."

A saint was reaching out to him, and other "saints" whose faces gradually became clear were also reaching out to him.

Time is a huge closed loop.

It seems that everything that happened before is about to happen again.

Those huge hands were extremely powerful.

That is the ultimate horror.

If it were at the very beginning of the creation of the world, it would be enough to overturn chaos and the great desolation countless times.

The power of all the innate gods combined is not enough for one of his breaths.

"Is this Hun Yuan? I have done it, I have finally done it!"

A saint reached out to grab it and cried.

"My wife, my love, my father, my mother... do you see? I am done!"

"I started with nothing, and now I have finally made it!"

Some people also opened their mouths and expressed their regret at how difficult the journey was.

"I rose to prominence in my eighties, with a body as weak as a log, and fought my way through the encirclement step by step until now, finally."

There were also people who looked up to the sky and cried. They did not attack Chen Zhu, but instead confused the time and turned the long river as soon as possible.

"Who said the dead can't be resurrected? Today I have attained enlightenment, and I want to make up for all the imperfections!"

Can……

Chen Zhu sighed.

Just as those hands were about to approach him, the Chaos Bell above his head rang softly.

"when……"

“The sound of the bell awakens the world and dispels all illusions. Everything that my mind is determined on is an illusion.”

The Candle Dragon was hovering above the mist, and every scale of its body was shining with a dark yellow luster, burning along with the true fire of the sun, bursting out with brilliant golden light.

The purple primordial mist was shrouded in golden yellow at this moment.

"Enough is enough."

After the bell sounded, three words came out of the mouth of Candle God.

The big hand turned into smoke in an instant.

The river of time stagnated at this moment. Even the parallel space no longer existed. Everything stopped in the hands of the one with the authority of time.

Then, the Light River was completely dominated.

"I am merciful and have given you time, but you have forgotten what I am capable of."

At this time, Chen Zhu has a complete avenue of time, and the way of heaven also requires him to do so.

And now, he raised his head. The faces of those so-called "saints" were still not completely clear after all. There was still a slight gap.

It’s so close, but it’s just this line that makes a world of difference.

As soon as Zhulong has a thought, all the rules of what happened will be traced back to the past, and nothing can stop it.

The outstretched hand began to retreat, and the faces of the "saints" or "Hunyuan" that were originally almost completely clear became blurred again.

"You still don't understand. One step makes a world of difference. A half-step to the Primordial Primordial will never be able to glimpse the secrets of the Primordial Primordial."

He looked at everything and once closed his eyes.

The world suddenly became silent and pitch black.

Hongmeng is pitch black, chaos is pitch black, the great desolation is pitch black, everything is pitch black.

Even the Chaos Bell, Hongmeng Pearl, etc. turned pitch black.

When Zhulong raised his eyes again, the light pierced the world and thousands of paths emerged.

From the Hongmeng era to the Chaos era, gods and men were born in the chaos and created the world, which evolved into the primitive times.

Countless catastrophes occurred one after another, following the predetermined ending, and finally arrived here again.

However, before the war between the liches, saints were born one after another, and all the wrong times were sorted out and reset.

The way of heaven is shining brightly, extremely high and far-reaching, and impossible to be deciphered.

In the very center, Zhulong was still in the midst of chaos.

The old man is also in Hongmeng.

Those who had rushed into the Heavenly Dao before, died after repeated battles, or those who grew up to become saints, all returned and were lost in the chaos.

They retain the memory.

But it is precisely because the memories are retained that there is a deep shudder.

The magical power of a Bodhi tree dissipated and it turned back into its spiritual body.

"This is... the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian?"

The old man's eyes trembled as he saw Zhulong gently wiping the Taoist bell and just breathing calmly.

“This is Hun Yuan.”

"Why...are you different from me?"

The old man's voice was already desperate: "Why have I never seen this realm?"

"Because you have been living at the bottom of a well."

Chen Zhu took the Hongmeng Pearl from his hand.

"What you have achieved is just another half step on the path to Half-step Primordial Chaos. Everything is no longer something you can decide."

He inlaid the Hongmeng Pearl on the Chaos Bell, adding a touch of purple mist.

"The Heavenly Dao is on par with me. Do you really think that you can defeat me after stepping into the Primordial Chaos?"

"Do you know that since the beginning of my life, I have walked out of everything on my own?"

He is like an enlightened being, showing great mercy at this time and teaching the lost children.

"I don't have anyone to learn from. Unlike you who learn step by step, I am the way and I am the limitation."

"This point is still incomparable even if you have obtained complete authority. If you miss it, it is a mistake. You were not born in my era, not at the beginning of the Dao. This is destined."

The old man was stunned.

However, he had already made up his mind about the principle. How could it be changed by just a few words?
"You go."

He stood with his hands behind his back, not even thinking about killing them.

"You didn't seize the opportunity of the two disasters of the Heavenly Dao. Maybe you can consider breaking through from me."

"I will end everything when you are closest to the Tao, giving you plenty of time to comprehend the incredible mysteries. I hope you will cherish it."

He is peaceful and calm:
"If you have the capital to prove your truth with strength, you can go to the former Taiyi era and create the Great Dao in that era. I will not stop you, and the Father God will not stop you either."

He did not kill, but for the first time he opened his heart and expressed his thoughts with a sincere look.

“The birth of any great way will make this world more exciting. You feel it is boring and an abyss because you are not light.”

"If you are the light, you should know that when there is injustice, you should make it right with yourself."

“When there is injustice, make it right with your own justice.”

"If someone is displeased, please him with your own pleasure."

"If you can't, then you will just struggle in the sea of ​​suffering, blame others, and not make any changes."

"If you can't, then wait for others to shine, to have a rope through your nose and lead your brain."

"If I can't, then I will be like you, just wanting to die to escape, just wanting to escape."

Zhulong's voice gradually became smaller, but became wider and wider.

"There's nothing wrong with running away. You will stand up one day, but you can't never stand up again."

Gradually, the true fire of the sun began to burn on his body, shining brightly, like a candlelight in the primordial chaos, outside the Great Dao, and in the darkness where all things were invisible.

"I am Zhulong."

(End of this chapter)