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

The dome of the Mirror Palace was peeling off, and countless mirrors that reflected distorted human hearts were falling like a rainstorm, and every piece of debris burst out with a sharp wail.

The laws of space have become disordered here. The ground beneath your feet sometimes turns into an abyss, and sometimes rises into a mountain of knives. The chaotic energy impact is enough to tear any soul into pieces.

"Chaos Guardian!" Emperor Shitian shouted loudly, and the chaos source power formed a gray shield around him, erasing all the flying space cracks.

The difficulty of the hundred levels is indeed far beyond imagination, but for him, there is still a glimmer of hope.

The fusion of the black and white divine patterns was getting faster and faster, and his control over the avenue was getting stronger and stronger, gradually entering the level of creation.

The so-called "creation" means that his realm has reached the level of creating the Tao. When a thought arises, the Tao is born; when a thought falls, the Tao disappears.

At this level, one stands at the pinnacle of the universe, is the most powerful being in the world, and is the top Chaos Saint.

When the fusion of the black and white divine patterns reached 20%, the first ray of the source of primordial chaos appeared, which was supreme and sacred, indescribable.

Immediately afterwards, the universe inside the body expanded wildly, and in a very short period of time its diameter reached 3000 billion light years.

3000 billion light years seems to be a limit.

At this moment, the pressure of heaven and earth suddenly increased, as if the entire primordial chaos was squeezing the universe within its body, like a millstone of heaven and earth.

The universe inside the body began to compress, 3000 billion light years, 2000 billion light years, 1000 billion light years... 1 million light years!

Soon, the entire universe within the body was compressed into a source point - the primordial universe with infinite mass.

This source point represents Indra’s most fundamental and powerful power, which is perfectly integrated with his body and can no longer be distinguished from each other.

Indra's realm finally reached the state of chaos perfection. His strength was comparable to that of chaos great perfection. He was truly invincible in Hongmeng.

The test of level 101 was no longer a problem for him.

His realm, character, cultivation... everything has been perfected, reaching a level that has never been seen before and will never be surpassed.

It can be said that if even he cannot pass the 101 levels, I am afraid that no one else in this world will be able to succeed.

"cut!"

Emperor Shitian's eyes were as cold as ice, and he slashed out with his divine sword with his mind.

The condensed sword intent was like a black lightning, splitting the demonic tide of fear and despair that was surging in front of it.

Those invisible and intangible monsters let out shrill screams and melted like ice and snow under the sword's power.

This is the end of the Mirror Palace, a dead and silent void.

There was no collapse, no chaos, only a lonely, cracked, broken throne suspended in the center.

On the throne, sat a translucent figure.

He was wearing an equally tattered divine robe, the corners of which swayed silently in the empty breeze.

His body seemed to be made up of the purest obsession, and through him one could see the lonely starry sky behind him.

Only those eyes were burning with two flames of despair that would never be extinguished, and those flames reflected the horrific scene of the fall of gods and the withering of the world.

An indescribable sorrow and madness swept over like a tide, instantly seizing Indra's mind.

“Welcome to… the cemetery of the gods.” The figure spoke, his voice hollow and hoarse, as if it were the mumbling of countless dead souls. “I am the last watcher of the ancient divine world, and also… the master of all thoughts.”

Emperor Shitian's pupils shrank, and he suppressed the shock in his heart. He said coldly: "You are playing tricks! The so-called ancient god world has long been destroyed. You are nothing but a lingering vengeful spirit!"

“Grudge?” The Master of All Thoughts laughed in a low voice, full of self-mockery and madness. “Maybe.”

“When you witness everything you have protected vanish, when your comrades who once fought side by side kill each other for a ridiculous ideal, when the whole world is burning in front of you... madness is the only destination.”

His gaze, burning with the flames of despair, slowly passed through the void and finally locked onto Indra.

"I built this world with the inner demons and fears of all intruders, in order to prove a truth to the world - all living things are untrustworthy. The end of trust is only betrayal and destruction."

Indra said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

For some reason, the crazy figure before him caused a faint and bitter ripple in a dusty corner deep in his soul.

That translucent face looked vaguely familiar.

"Have we... met?" Indra asked in a low voice. Even he himself found this question ridiculous.

“More than just seeing it.” The Master of All Thoughts leaned forward slightly, the flames in his eyes dancing more violently, “Winds and clouds rise, the ladder to heaven moves, the mysterious calamity, the death of the universe…”

"Perhaps you don't understand what I said, but you only need to understand one thing, Xiao Sanxiao and Elder Xiao are all my thoughts..."

Smile three times!

This name was like a thunder, exploding in Emperor Shitian's mind.

Dust-covered fragments of memory began to surge, and scenes from the past flashed back.

He remembered that the master in front of him, who was full of despair, was once the most famous figure in the underworld - "Xiao Sanxiao".

This person has a mysterious origin, is a genius, is proficient in various martial arts, has unlimited strength, and can be resurrected every time after death.

"The Lord of All Thoughts, so that's it..." Indra uttered the name with difficulty, his emotions surging like waves.

He is worthy of being called "Wan Nian". Xiao Sanxiao, Elder Xiao... are all just the result of his one thought. His strength is truly breathtaking.

It’s a pity that such a prominent figure ended up like this, becoming a monster being devoured madly in the Tower of the God of War.

The Tower of the God of War, although difficult before the hundred levels, is still within the scope of comprehension of ordinary people, but after the hundred levels, it has already surpassed all paths and is beyond comprehension.

No wonder, over the countless chaotic eras, there are very few geniuses who can reach above the 100th level, and there is no one who can pass it all.

The previous Saint Emperor Chiyuan was already the most powerful genius in the universe, but he was eventually stuck at the 101st level and had not been able to pass it for countless billions of years.

Fortunately, he had the black and white divine patterns and had touched the Hongmeng Dao in advance, otherwise, he would not even be able to reach the ninetieth level.

Hongmeng, that is a taboo in the heavens and a dead end for all living beings!

The first one hundred levels are mostly tests of the great principles, will (will to fight), and state of mind, but after the hundred levels, they are all tests of the origin and essence.

Grasp the origin, understand the creation...this is the beginning of the universe!

"You remembered?" Xiao Sanxiao, or the Master of All Thoughts, smiled even more sadly, "Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path!"

"You believe in so-called 'freedom' and 'possibility', and believe that filthy mortals can also have the hope of achieving enlightenment. You are too naive!"

"You can achieve chaos not because you are so great, but because you have the help of the seven artifacts (systems) left by the seven ancient saints."

"In fact, your real strength has always been the eighth system, which is yourself - the shadow of the primordial true spirit."

"The shadow of the primordial true spirit is invisible and intangible, existing only between reality and illusion. Only the son of destiny can see it."

"I have been planning for countless years, gathering the winds and clouds of the heavens, using the great calamity of primordial times to hone you, and watching you grow step by step..."

"Now, it's finally time to reap the rewards... The last eight levels of the War God Tower are all dead ends. I hope you won't let me down..."

Listening to the words of the Lord of All Thoughts, Indra gradually understood all causes and effects.

It turns out that the Lord of All Thoughts was the mastermind behind the scenes. He transformed himself into billions of incarnations and kept a close eye on Indra's growth, calculating every step with great precision.

In fact, the Lord of All Thoughts knows Emperor Shitian better than he knows himself, and knows that he has eight trump cards (systems) in his body.

The Master of All Thoughts has been trapped in the Tower of the God of War for countless years, but with his extraordinary strength and unparalleled wisdom, he has made plans in the heavens and the myriad worlds, led by Emperor Shitian, gathered wind and clouds, caused a catastrophe, and sought a way to transcend...

He and Indra are true mortal enemies.

The Tower of the God of War is the last battle between Indra and him. If Indra wants to defeat him, he has to pass all the levels.

But this is almost impossible.

Therefore, the Lord of All Thoughts is the destined winner. He will absorb everything from Indra and become the first supreme being in history to transcend the primordial chaos.