Novel11 Chapter 180 Great Wilderness
Chapter 180 Great Wilderness
"You are still not strong enough. If you were strong enough, how could you hide? No matter where you hide, I can come and kill you."
Mu Changqing murmured to himself, walking alone through the gray ancestral land for eternity, moving forward tirelessly and without stopping.
The area here is too vast and huge. Even beings at the level of ancestral gods cannot cross the gray ancestral origin and reach the other side.
Of course, you, the ancestor god, can choose to leave the gray ancestral origin, the origin of creation, and create all things.
They are somewhat similar to the Creator, but far beyond the concept of the Creator.
The Creator can only create things, but the Ancestral God is the one who created everything that can be known.
Whether it is the order and rules of the heavens, the laws of the great way, the cultivation system, the creation of the universe... everything, as long as it can be known and imagined, can be created.
Mu Changqing has been walking alone on the gray earth for so many years that he has forgotten the time.
The whole earth was dead silent. There was thick fog rising in the air and laws and orders intertwined, but there was no living being.
As Mu Changqing walked on this land that looked like ruins, he encountered many strange places, including a dry and dilapidated universe that had fallen onto the gray land, and no one cared.
There are textures of the Supreme Ancestor, engraved on the mountains, rivers and the land. There is a river of time taking shape, and if its source is cut off, it will soon dry up.
It reflects the historical scenes of this era and reveals everything about the past.
Its drying up and dying was obviously due to the battle between Mu Changqing and the ancestor god and demon, in which it was killed.
Mu Changqing walked alone and had not spoken a word for many years.
Wherever he passed, whether it was mountains or rivers, Mu Changqing's footprints were left behind.
Not only footprints, Mu Changqing left his own breath, the purple longitude and latitude world, imitating and comprehending the gray ancestor.
These years may have passed for billions of years.
The ancestral god never appeared again, and the gray ancestral origin seemed to have turned into a dead and silent place, with no conscious response.
Occasionally I stopped and looked back, and the gray fog and purple fog left behind were intertwined, as if they were competing with each other and devouring each other.
Mu Changqing's solitary journey in the gray ancestral origin seemed as if he was creating an ultimate path on his own path of cultivation, taking a new step and breaking the shackles of the ancestral god.
The conditions of Daozu and Xuanyue Niangniang were also somewhat strange, as if they were influenced by Mu Changqing and fell into a long-lost sleep.
On this day, Mu Changqing stopped.
This is a desolate gray land, with an ancient and mysterious star in front.
Although it is called a star, it is actually more like a dilapidated world with fallen gray ancestral elements.
Mu Changqing has seen countless strange landscapes over the years, so he will naturally not stop just because of a mere dilapidated world.
The reason why Mu Changqing stopped was naturally because... it was the first time he encountered a living creature in the Gray Ancestral Origin, a strange creature from the Gray Ancestral Origin.
Looking up, it was the end of the Dharma era when the Gray Ancestral Origin had fallen. Like randomly discarded garbage, it was stuck in the winding canyon of the Gray Ancestral Origin, in a crack shrouded in fog.
"Interesting, a creature that was bred unintentionally by the Gray Ancestor."
As he spoke, Mu Changqing's figure turned into a ray of faint light, cutting through the gray sky and entering the world of the Dharma Ending Age.
This is a vast desolate and ruined land where the path to evolution has been cut off. Everywhere you look, you see creatures that are like ancient, unevolved creatures, living a simple and unadorned life.
It seems to be isolated from the world. Compared with the gray earth, it seems a little detached and there is an indescribable sense of loneliness.
The appearance of Mu Changqing did not attract any attention from the living beings in this Dharma-Ending World.
Just like a speck of dust falling into the vast desert, it is inconspicuous.
Mu Changqing's clothes are out of tune with this world.
He was dressed in an indescribably gorgeous black robe, comparable to the most terrifying ancient ancestral weapon.
Although it has no effect, just by accompanying Mu Changqing, one can achieve eternal immortality.
The creatures here are no different from humans, and they are indeed humans.
They were dressed in ragged coarse cloth. From time to time, sandstorms blew by, causing gusts of dust to fall and pile up into layers of sand.
There is a scorching sun in the sky and a cold moon at night.
Its appearance is no different from that of a normal world. It has all the basic configurations, except that its spiritual energy is exhausted and it is in the Dharma Ending Age.
One day, Mu Changqing came to an ancient village.
It was an ancient primitive village standing in the wilderness, guarded by sacrificial spirits, and the houses were all built of huge stones and wood.
Outside the village, there are all kinds of wild beasts, which are extremely dangerous.
Mu Changqing stopped outside the village. There was a huge altar in front of him.
The altar exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, with a slightly dilapidated feeling, like a lone walker standing in the eternal night, guarding the village.
"Origin, creation......!"
Mu Changqing transformed into a mortal, and all his cultivation faded away in an instant, allowing him to gain insights into the mortal world of the wilderness.
For Mu Changqing today, cultivation is meaningless.
One thought of ancestral gods, one thought of transformation into mortals, eternal immortality, ancestors cannot be buried.
The ancient altar seemed to sense the appearance of Mu Changqing, emitting bursts of faint light, showing signs of revival and reflecting the ancient vision.
Mu Changqing slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him calmly.
Instantly, the entire altar emitted human fear, and the light returned to dead silence.
"The lingering creatures transform into altars, absorbing the power of faith in an attempt to restore their peak state."
Mu Changqing saw through everything about the creatures on the altar with just one glance.
Then he shook his head and didn't care.
A mere sacrificial spirit was too weak for him, so weak that it was not even worthy of being taken seriously by Mu Changqing.
Ahead, some creatures in the wilderness were startled, and an old, hunchbacked figure emerged, holding an ancient magic staff and wearing a rough animal skin.
Behind him followed several sturdy middle-aged men, holding magical weapons made of animal bones. They exuded a strong aura of the wilderness and approached Mu Changqing with vigilant eyes.
Mu Changqing's eyes moved slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he directly isolated all his cultivation, including his perception ability, everything, and completely transformed into a mortal.
A mortal who cannot peek into the past and future of others, or into the nature of the world.
At this time, Mu Changqing really had nothing except being handsome.
Even a mortal cultivator can easily suppress him.
"Who are you? Why did you come to my tribe?"
The leading old man spoke cautiously, with a subtle beastly aura emanating from his body.
His village was protected by sacrificial spirits, but when the young man in front of him set foot in the village, the sacrificial spirits did not even sound any alarm. It was extremely strange.
Upon hearing this, Mu Changqing smiled kindly, straightened his clothes, and bowed slightly.
"My name is Mu Changqing. I happened to pass by here. It's getting late. Can you please give me a place to stay?"
Hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned, not knowing how to respond for a moment.