Alien Dust

Chapter 414 You Have Ten Thousand Years
The Chaos Moon suddenly disappeared into the sky behind it, and then its figure transformed into a blue fire dragon.

In an instant, that mythical mountain and river was ablaze with flames, as if the divine fire from heaven had poured down to the earth, turning the sky and the earth into an incomparably dazzling red.

The magnificent world was set on fire, and the Blue Fire Yinglong transformed from the Chaos Moon was swimming in the flames. One could feel that this former god also longed for a hearty battle to vent his dissatisfaction with being suppressed here for endless years and his dissatisfaction with the creators who now controlled the fate of the universe!

The Black Void Miracle Sword seemed to be confronting a savage dragon. As Wu Hen held the sword in his hand, he decisively slashed at Si Zai!

This sword cut out a gorgeous white river, showing an extremely shocking tear in the scroll of heaven and earth, and extremely shining lightning burst out wherever the sword tip went. These lightnings were more like ripples that shattered the pillars of the plane, causing the ancient stone tablet outside to shake, the heart of the sky to tremble violently, and countless collapses in the Triple Battle Song Mountain.

The majestic sword force penetrated multiple spatial barriers. If Si Zai had not met the attack with Yinglong's Tail in time and dissolved most of the Baihe sword marks of the Black Divine Death Sword, even the outermost Tongtian City would have been strongly affected.

There was a hint of desire in Si Zai's eyes, as if he had not felt such oppression for a long, long time. Every inch of dragon blood in his body contained energy comparable to that of an ancient volcano. As the dragon's belly slowly bulged, the world-destroying fire released from his blood quickly gathered in his throat!
It's like holding a blazing sun in your mouth...

The Canghuo Yinglong spewed out dragon fire. This dragon fire did not transform into a terrifying beam of light and flames, but spewed directly towards the top of the sky. Soon after, the dragon fire with flowing light and fire was seen flying down from the octagonal corner of the sky, turning the sky blood-red and dyeing the earth red again. The vast divine flame would burn everything, whether it was the humblest mayfly or the supreme life, to ashes!
When Bai Ze saw the dragon flames flowing down from the sky, he was so scared that he covered his head with his wings and fled without direction.

Its speed was already very fast. It could soar into the clouds with a flap of its wings and escape thousands of miles away in an instant. However, Bai Ze flapped his wings hundreds of times, but he still couldn't see the boundary of the Dragon Flame's fall for hundreds of thousands of miles. Finally, Bai Ze had to land in an empty city and an ancient temple, hoping that this ancient city could protect him.

This breath is enough to destroy the world!
In the past, Bai Ze had only heard the stories of the eight gods from the old longevity turtles in the Scroll World, and he also knew about the existence of Si Zai. Now, he witnessed Si Zai displaying one of his magical powers, and he showed his divine power in the form of an ancient omen dragon like Canghuo Yinglong. Only then did he realize that there was a reason why Si Zai was not among the eight gods in the Scroll World. Si Zai's power was too terrifying. If it were in the Scroll World, those mythical species might find it difficult to survive, and the Scroll World would no longer be a holy land, but a living purgatory.

Bai Ze claims to be a divine beast, and does not take any higher-dimensional existence in this alien wasteland seriously.

But now it was no different from a white sparrow escaping from a forest fire. Its amber eyes were no longer as bright as before, and it looked at the sky in horror.

What surprised Bai Ze the most was that when Si Zai displayed a divine power that was no less powerful than before, sword shadows could still be seen across the sky in this mountainous area!

The sword can cut through space, and naturally it can also cut through all spirits. Flame is also one of the spirits. When the divine flame of Canghuo Yinglong dominated this mountain and river realm, Jianhen still extinguished the flames of heaven and earth. Layer after layer of Black Void Mountains are composed of hundreds of millions of scaly swords. Yijian Mountain is Wu Hen's greatest reliance in standing in this Canghuo phenomenon. Canghuo is like a god descending from the sky, destroying demons and monsters. However, the Sword of Black Miracle is above all ancient demons and monsters. It is the most unique and powerful spirit weapon in the universe. It is not afraid of absolute zero or the heart fire of stars.

Wu Hen's original body was a seventh-order life form. Logically, he could not survive even for a second under such vast divine power. However, the black miracle had already merged with his soul. The moment the Death Sword awakened, it also burst out with the miracle factor, baptizing Wu Hen's body that was evolving towards a higher-dimensional life form.

Perception was elevated to a higher level at this moment. The three senses converged and the battle tracks were woven. What Wu Hen could see was no longer the mountains and rivers ruled by Canghuo, and the Canghuo Yinglong he saw was no longer just a prehistoric beast. He saw the essence of Si Zai. Its essence was a mass of chaos, like the moon, like an eye, and even its essence was very similar to Xiao Yi's previous form. It was born in a universe of thunder, fire curse, zero degrees, and nightmare winds. It possessed intelligence and soul, and then began to evolve towards the creator.

It is the imitator of the Creator and the moon of life in the cold universe. It was once an auspicious sign worshipped by billions of species, but now it has become a god of death and disaster. No one will see its celestial figure in the sky. It can only be suppressed in a cursed forbidden land, using lifeless soil, only corrosive wind, violent and destructive thunder and rain without any spiritual grace to fabricate a world that it is unwilling to accept!

There was a fine line between good fortune and disaster. It was completely out of control and abandoned by the eight gods, leaving it to sink into the darkness.

The resentment of Si Zai was clearly captured by Wu Hen, whose perception had been greatly enhanced. Even Si Zai's majesty was transformed into a huge mental picture scroll, which flashed through Wu Hen's mind one by one.

Wu Hen understood.

How unwilling it is!

But it also knows that it has lost control. It is suppressed here not because it is suppressed by anyone, but because it suppresses itself, allowing countless disaster totems to live in this organ of the sky, and barely carving out a cemetery for the unwilling souls of these divine beasts who, like it, failed and lost control on the road to ascension and deification to rest.

They are lost.

Completely lost in the alien dimension. Wu Hen viewed Si Zai's past in his perception burst, and realized that if he wanted to obtain Si Zai's soul, there would be no shortcuts and he had to defeat it!
Only by being stronger than it can you suppress its out-of-control soul. Otherwise, if you forcibly take it out of the sacred mountain that suppresses it, it will be a harbinger of death, bringing plague, thunderstorms, drought, and floods wherever it passes. Low-dimensional life will be extinct in just a few disastrous solar terms, and high-dimensional life will also face unprecedented challenges and be transcending tribulations all the time. That is not what the Disaster God wants. Like the eight gods, it is the creator, the god of the sky who controls billions of lives.

"You are not afraid of the blue fire..."

"Have you ever felt the might of my Imperial Thunder?"

That thought reached Wu Hen's mind, and the Canghuo Yinglong transformed by Si Zai actually escaped into the sky behind him again. Then a majestic face appeared in the vast sky. The face was majestic, the green eyes were shining gold, and the extremely noble Lei Gong horns extended to both ends of the sky. The lightning whiskers fluttered, and the lightning arcs stimulated at the end were waved like a sky whip, covering the sky and the earth.

Wu Hen stood on the land of Canghuo that had just been extinguished, staring at Si Zai with some surprise.

Si Zai, like Xiao Yi, is an invisible ruler who can change in a myriad of ways.

It was a Canghuo Yinglong just now, but now it has transformed into a Jade Emperor Qilin, which is very similar to the Leigong Qilin that it had fought for a long time before. However, its Leigong horns, thunder whiskers, celestial hooves and evil pupils are all more majestic and powerful. Compared with the Jade Emperor Qilin transformed by Sizai, that Leigong Qilin is like a high imitation!
Wu Hen then realized that Si Zai was the master of all extreme disaster totems, and it could unleash all kinds of disasters that he had experienced before!

"Thunder Mountain!"

"Lei Chuan!"

This is an extremely fair challenge. Si Zai did not deliberately hide his divine power. He would even transmit each of his magical powers to Wu Hen's mind through thoughts. As long as Wu Hen could crack and resist it, he would be recognized by him!

The thunder mountains that bring disasters are among the most desolate mountains in the world. Each of them is comparable to the Mount Everest in our hometown. With a terrifying height of nearly ten thousand meters, they plunge down from the sky. If such power is placed on the scale of the entire solar system, it would probably bring endless thunder disasters.

And that Leichuan was equally terrifying, striking directly at the soul. Rivers of all sizes densely covered the land, and all the mountains and rivers in the mountainous realm were crushed into dust in an instant!
The overwhelming mountains of thunder and lightning, the rivers of thunder and lightning pouring down into the sky, were all meant to attack the tiny human holding a sword. Wu Hen was holding the Black Miracle Death Sword in his hand. If his senses had not been elevated to the height of a god at this moment, he would have been trembling all over. If it weren't for Xiaoyi, he would have really been like a speck of cosmic dust.

It was too horrifying. Wu Hen realized that Si Zai had truly reached the level of ruling the universe. That was a scale that he could not understand at all with his human body. It could be said that he knew nothing about the true power!
It was only when facing the male and female dragon Kun that Wu Hen felt such a vast suffocation. It was hard to imagine what would happen if the people in his hometown were baptized by this kind of divine power while using virtual devices to explore the entire real universe...

Although people are unknown and insignificant, they have an extremely strong desire for knowledge in their bones. They want to spy on the universe and cross dimensions. However, the power of a truly high dimension is just a breath that can cause a world-destroying disaster to a low-dimensional world. Wu Hen even has reason to believe that the extinction disaster of mankind in the Cretaceous period was the arrival of a ray of divine wrath from life forms like Si Zai!
Wu Hen already felt that his thinking was being destroyed and his fighting spirit was being disintegrated.

Xiaoyi gave himself the courage to observe higher dimensions, but he still could not overcome the humility in his genes. The helplessness of the ancients in the face of natural disasters and the helplessness of modern people in the face of the universe are ultimately the same: the innate fear of the unknown and the huge.

Finally, Wu Hen landed in the ancient city where Bai Ze was hiding.

He was completely trapped in the ruins. Although his right hand was still firmly grasping the Black Miracle Death Sword, the Lightning Buds on his body had disappeared and the Black Void had also completely dissipated.

Wu Hen fell in the dust, staring at the Jade Emperor Qilin transformed by the God of Disasters with a pair of confused eyes.

"Do not worry."

"You have ten thousand years."

The Jade Emperor Qilin disappeared into the sky and gradually turned into the Moon of Chaos, hanging silently and coldly in the sky, as if waiting for Wu Hen to reshape his state of mind and for his next challenge.

(End of this chapter)