Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

The War God's Heart Fire is one of the primordial heavenly fires, and is a fire of the mind. Anyone with a flawed mind will find it difficult to resist.

Fortunately, Emperor Shitian has been tempered for a long time and has long since cultivated an invincible heart. His will to fight is everlasting, and the raging fire in his heart cannot burn out his endless will to fight.

On the contrary, after experiencing the burning flames, his fighting spirit became more condensed, his state of mind became more and more perfect, he was immune to all evil and hard to be harmed by anything.

At first, the black and white divine patterns seemed to be covered in dust, with uncertain brightness, but at this moment they suddenly shone brightly and became extremely dazzling.

The degree of fusion of the black and white divine patterns finally broke through a critical value - 10%. This means that he has truly reached the legendary supreme realm.

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After a while, Indra passed the 81st level successfully. He then passed the next ten levels one by one with unstoppable force.

Finally, we arrived at the 100th floor.

There are 108 floors in the Tower of War God. Although only few people have been able to climb the first floors, there are records of them in history.

After the 100th floor, everyone who has set foot there becomes a legend, and few people in the world know their names.

Generally speaking, the level before the 30th floor is the trial ground for the Great Dao Saints, and the level before the 100th floor is the trial ground for the Chaos Saints.

As for the one hundredth floor, it is a trial ground for those who surpass the Chaos Saints. Those who dare to come and try are mostly those who have reached the Great Perfection of Chaos, or the strongest beings who have the hope of reaching the Hongmeng Realm.

Now, Emperor Shitian has finally reached the 101st floor, starting another mythical journey in the Tower of War God.

Level 101.

The expected splendor, or more powerful restrictions and guardians, did not appear.

It was as if he had stepped into nothingness.

There was no sound, no light, no direction, and even the concepts of time and space became blurred.

The source of chaos flowed naturally on his body surface, forming an invisible protective shield, but even as perceptive as he was, he could not immediately understand the essence of this space.

He stretched out his hand, spread his fingers, but could not touch anything substantial.

There were no elemental fluctuations in the air, nor any breath of life.

The fierce and overbearing sense of oppression from the previous few levels disappeared, replaced by a kind of... emptiness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Emperor Shitian frowned slightly, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Qi quickly worked, trying to analyze this strange space, but the information fed back was a bunch of garbled interference.

"Xiao Qi, what's going on?" Emperor Shitian asked in his heart.

"Warning! Warning! The spatial parameters are abnormal! Unable to locate! Unable to analyze! The energy field is disordered and highly uncertain!" For the first time, Xiao Qi's voice was a little hurried and confused.

Indra was startled.

Even the system cannot analyze it. What kind of secrets are hidden in the "Hongmeng End" after the hundred levels?

He stopped, closed his eyes, and raised his perception to the extreme.

The source of chaos spread around like a tide, trying to capture any clues.

However, this space seemed to be able to devour all perceptions. His power extended out, but it disappeared without a trace like a drop in the ocean.

At this moment, an extremely faint yet extremely clear feeling of strangeness came from under his feet.

It was not a physical touch, but more like a... rhythm.

An invisible and intangible, yet omnipresent rhythm, as if the entire space is pulsating gently at a strange frequency.

Indra suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He looked down at his feet, and there was still a deep void, and he could not see anything.

But this rhythm is becoming clearer and stronger.

Then, he felt that the "nothingness" around him began to undergo some indescribable changes.

It's not a change in form, but a kind of... distortion in essence.

He felt as if he was standing in front of a huge, shaking mirror, or perhaps he had fallen into a maze made up of countless mirrors.

The emptiness around began to ripple, but the ripples were not water waves, but more like a kind of... conceptual fluctuations.

An inexplicable sense of crisis quietly crept into the heart of Emperor Shi Tian.

This does not come from a powerful enemy or a deadly trap, but from an instinctive vigilance against the unknown.

There's something...wrong with this place.

Something is very wrong.

The golden flame formed by the fusion of the God of War's heart fire and the source of chaos in his body seemed to feel some kind of invisible pressure at this moment. The frequency of the flame's beating slightly increased, exuding a more condensed fighting spirit, vigilantly guarding his mind.

Emperor Shitian took a deep breath and his expression became extremely solemn.

He knew that the test of impacting the Hongmeng path was finally about to begin.

This 101st floor is definitely not a good place.

What do those strange footsteps that appear everywhere and that twisted and changing nothingness portend?

He concentrated and was on guard, waiting for the next changes in this strange space.

An unprecedented challenge is quietly approaching.

The air around seemed to solidify and twist silently.

This place seems to be a world built entirely by thoughts. As soon as you step in, you will be shrouded by an invisible mystery. It is not a physical attack, but it is more dangerous than any sharp blade.

It is a kind of voyeurism that penetrates deep into the soul, trying to outline the most secret corners of everyone's heart.

In the distant divine world, an ancient being had a solemn expression on his face, and his age-old voice carried a rare hint of solemnity.

"This is the 'Realm of All Thoughts'. Every wisp of air and every inch of land is transformed by the deepest obsessions and fears of the intruders."

"Once you lose your mind, you will fall into an eternal illusion woven by your own obsession, from which there is no return. You must keep your mind clear and not be swayed by external things!"

This person actually knew the secrets of more than 100 floors of the Tower of the God of War, which shows that he has extraordinary knowledge and should be a Chaos Perfection Level existence.

People like him usually spend their days in seclusion to gain enlightenment, and may not come out for hundreds of millions of years. But at this moment, he is moved by the Tower of the God of War.

This shows the terrifying influence of the God of War Tower.

Emperor Shitian did not care about other people's opinions. His eyes were as deep as the night. The source of chaos was like the solidest armor, silently spreading throughout his body and forming a barrier that was invisible to the naked eye.

He walked forward slowly, each step being unusually steady, as if he was measuring the veins of this strange space.

His spiritual consciousness spread out like the tide, but he found that the boundary of this illusion was blurred. It seemed endless, yet seemed to be only a small space.

"Ah!" A shrill scream broke the silence.

Following the sound, one saw a Chaos-level genius, the Saint Emperor Chiyuan, with his eyes wide open, his pupils reflecting blazing flames and countless ferocious demon faces.

He seemed to be in an ancient and majestic courtroom. Countless demon elders sat on the high platform, their eyes like torches, muttering to themselves, and every word was like a poisoned steel needle piercing his soul.

"Chiyuan! As a prince of the demon race, you actually colluded with the human race and betrayed your ancestors. You should be punished by being burned in a thousand fires!"

A faint voice of judgment rang in my ears.

"No...No...I didn't!"

The Holy Emperor Chiyuan roared in pain, his demonic power running wildly out of control, and red flames danced wildly around him, seeming to be burning himself.

His face was full of fear and unwillingness. It was obvious that he was deeply trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate himself.

"Be careful!" Indra tried to wake him up, but his voice was like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, without causing any ripples.

Then he let out a muffled groan and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Before his eyes, the magnificent mythological palace was collapsing bit by bit, the sun and moon lost their light, the stars fell, and countless gods wailed and turned into ashes.

That was a doomsday scene of the destruction of the heavens, the scene that he was most unwilling to face and the one he feared most in his heart.

He once vowed to protect the heavens, but now he could only watch helplessly as everything vanished. The feeling of powerlessness and despair almost crushed his faith.