Chapter 1 Maybe

Maybe, a thousand years later, two thousand years later, or even after an epoch has passed, there will be such a description circulating in Hell.

A cataclysm in Hell, the sky filled with hideousness. The nine eunuchs usurped the high positions, and from then on, the Yin Division entered an era of high-pressure, white terror.

Some people care about their reputation after death, but some don't.

For example, the Grand Chief Eunuch at this time is sitting by a crystal table, holding a jade cup in his hand, filled with wine brewed from the tears of wandering souls.

The wine is frigid in nature, and ordinary people would experience their souls freeze and shatter upon drinking it, but for the Grand Chief Eunuch, it's like drinking a cold drink in summer, taking a little bit of comfort.

Beside the Grand Chief Eunuch, sat a Constant Attendant, originally ranked tenth among the Constant Attendants, now ranked ninth.

He sat on the other side of the table, not drinking wine, but instead holding two sharp bone spurs, weaving clothes.

It can be seen that his craftsmanship is excellent and exquisite. The silk thread used is also specially made from the extremely rare white hair of zombies.

White zombies aren’t very rare, but finding them before the Heavens smite them into dregs and then extracting and preserving their white hair without any profit motive is extremely rare.

Fortunately, there was still this stock in one of the Yama Palaces. No one knows why that Yama was so bored to collect this stuff in the first place.

"Brother, something happened over there again."

Little Nine said while knitting clothes,

As casually as if siblings were sitting on the threshing ground talking about household matters.

"Heh, Di Ting went."

"It's time to take a look." Little Nine said.

Seeming to have heard Little Nine's deeper meaning, the Grand Chief Eunuch shook his head and said:

"It's not time yet."

"He's already like this, what else does he dare not do?"

Little Nine bit the bone spur used as a knitting needle.

"When he's sober, I don't dare provoke him. Why would I dare go up when he's mad?"

The Grand Chief Eunuch pointed to himself while holding his wine cup and said to Little Nine:

"Little Nine."

"Ah?"

"Do you want to become Little Eight?"

The relationship between the Nine Constant Attendants is very good. They're as close as fingers and heart.

Just as they were chatting, the Grand Chief Eunuch suddenly stood up, twitched his nose, and a smile appeared on his lips,

Saying:

"In the past, I wondered if Di Ting was so big, whether its body was filled with sand or mud."

"And now?" Little Nine immediately followed up.

"It's actually flesh and blood."

The Grand Chief Eunuch smacked his lips,

Saying:

"Little Nine, secretly run to the foot of Mount Tai and help me bring some back to brew wine.

It is said that the former master of the Nether Sea liked to brew wine with the blood of demon gods. I also want to try it."

"Brother, don't you want Little Nine anymore?"

…………

Like two flowers blooming on separate branches,

On the Hell side, the roar and spurting blood of Di Ting on the top of Mount Tai caused the atmosphere to suddenly become tense.

And here at the Late Night Bookstore in the Yang world,

Boss Zhou was looking around, trying to find something handy to beat "Qing" with.

Because after this guy pointed at the old Taoist and shouted "It's you,"

He's been stuck there ever since,

The sequence of changes in his expression are:

Shock,

Very shocked,

Extremely shocked,

Incomparably shocked,

Extremely incomparably shocked!

What's next?

The reason why he didn't think about directly using his fingernails was because he was worried about implicating Qing.

Finally,

Qing's expression relaxed,

He looked at Zhou Ze somewhat blankly,

And said:

"Do you know what I saw?"

Boss Zhou shook his head and said:

"I only know that if you keep setting the stage, I won't be able to resist the urge to beat you to death."

Qing smiled,

And stretched,

A little girl's body, stretching isn't much to look at.

Especially after learning that an old-as-dirt soul occupies the dominant position in her body, the originally cute gesture seems extremely chilling.

"I suddenly feel that giving up was a very wise thing, because I can actually witness this scene."

As he spoke,

Qing pointed at Zhou Ze,

And said:

"You are lucky to witness history!"

Boss Zhou's left hand grew fingernails,

He couldn't hold back anymore!

Qing immediately continued:

"One thousand three hundred years ago, one thousand two hundred years ago, or one thousand one hundred years ago, anyway, I can't remember, it must have been more than a thousand years…

The story of the shadow tells: ————

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Time really has no meaning here.

When the immortal mountains and seas of clouds are leveled, when the pavilions and towers are destroyed,

Without the flight of immortal cranes, and without the dance of fairies,

Here,

Only long-lasting desolation remains.

Everything, everything is frozen, frozen at the moment when that sword fell, who knows how long ago.

When everything is constant, when everything is eternal, time also loses its value.

The old man in tattered clothes walked numbly through the broken walls and ruins. From the details of his clothes, you could actually see their splendor when they were intact.

But now he looks like a beggar, and the most embarrassing thing is that there is no one here who can give him food.

Because in this place, it's not that there are no neighbors, but those few small fry who survived by chance are in even more miserable situations than him. When they really meet, it's hard to say who will give alms to whom.

But he's hungry, and he's also empty. He lay on a pile of rubble, greedily gnawing on the moss on it.

All things of the immortals will always retain some immortal energy. Now that the immortal energy here has long been exhausted, only these corners and edges can still find some, better than nothing.

In the central location of the ruins, there is a statue. There is a terrifying sword mark on the chest of the statue, and the head is also gone. It is a headless statue;

The owner of the statue, the true master of the Immortal Realm back then, the old man had only seen him from a distance when watering flowers.

But he had also already fallen under that sword.

Thinking back to that day, the old man still can't figure out why it suddenly became like that?

He only remembered that during that time, he had always heard that there was a war going on down below, and many immortals had also gone down, rushing to help both sides to make extra money.

The left hand picks, the right hand scrapes, attracting a lot of luck up. The air in this Immortal Realm seemed to be filled with the sweetness of brewing honey.

At that time, it was also said that the human sovereign named Xuanyuan below would be brought up after his centenary and placed in the immortal class.

That is direct ascension to immortality. Even if he is ranked at the very end of the Immortal Palace, he is still an immortal!

That is enough to make these countless immortal slaves envious, jealous, hateful, and infinitely admired.

But that day,

It should have been the day when the human sovereign named Xuanyuan had reached the end of his lifespan and was brought up. His own master was the immortal official in charge of reception. For this reason, he was happy and said that he did not know how heavy a gift this human sovereign would send to curry favor with him.

As a result,

People came,

Not only did people come,

He also brought a sword,

With one sword,

The sky collapsed,

The earth caved in,

The immortals… were gone.

…………

What made the old man helpless was that the immortals were gone, and only a few small fry were left among the immortal slaves, but the beautiful thing about turning over to be the master of the farm did not happen.

These few small fry were trapped in this ruin, able only to eke out a living, unable to get out at all.

The old man, gnawing on green moss, suddenly heard a noise,

"Squeak... squeak... squeak..."

The ear-piercing friction sound came.

The old man's eyes widened, and he immediately stood up and looked up.

He saw a giant ape with yellow hair all over his body actually using his hands and shoulders to lift up the already broken Heavenly Gate, forcibly opening up this long-isolated ruin with his own body.

The old man was excited,

At the same time,

The old man was also afraid.

He seemed a little at a loss. Countless years of solitude had long made him lose his sophistication back then. At this time, he was more like a walking corpse created by time.

He saw a middle-aged man in white clothes jumping down from the giant ape's body,

And walking in,

Entering this ruin.

The man in white stretched,

And said to the terrifying giant ape behind him:

"Is moving mountains interesting?"

The giant ape nodded honestly while trying to carry the Heavenly Gate.

The man in white seemed a little dissatisfied,

And said:

"Why did I choose you and not the little red one back then? Look how stupid you are, you can't even answer a question.

Moving mountains isn't as interesting as moving the Heavenly Gate."

The giant ape nodded woodenly, honestly, honestly, and honestly.

The man in white's anger dissipated,

And said:

"Never mind, Little Red can't carry this thing either. The things that should have grown in your brain have grown into your muscles.

Speaking of which, is moving mountains challenging?"

The giant ape hesitated, seemingly unsure whether it should nod or shake its head to cooperate with the man in white.

The man in white looked up at the sky,

Helpless.

"Really, each generation is worse than the last. It's also that the laws of heaven and earth are becoming more and more unfriendly to you demons, making your breeds lower and lower.

If there is another chance to find a divine monkey under my command,

I want to find one that can fight like the one next to the ancestor, and also have Little Red's brain."

The giant ape continued to carry the Heavenly Gate.

The man in white smacked his lips, feeling a little unbearable,

And said:

"Okay, okay, it has to be able to fight like the purple monkey, have Little Red's brain, and also have your strength.

Without your strength, I wouldn't be able to get in here, would I?"

The giant ape grinned and smiled happily.

The man in white rolled his eyes and looked at the silly monkey helplessly.

"Hold on for a while longer. If you can't hold on anymore and are about to be smashed into mud, tell me so I can go out first before you become mud."

The giant ape nodded vigorously.

The man in white turned around,

And walked inside.

The old man found that the other party's gaze fell on him, and the old man was immediately so frightened that he knelt down.

The long-lost instinct of awe in the face of superiors resurfaced from his blood.

The man in white shook his head, ignored the old man, walked straight onto the altar, walked to the bottom of the headless statue,

And pointed to the statue with a tone of obvious contempt and carelessness,

And said:

"Heh, is this what immortals are?"

The old man knelt on the ground, continuing to shiver, without the slightest thought of going forward to scold the other party for daring to be so disrespectful.

He also knew that the other few remaining small fry were probably even more unbearable than him.

The man in white yawned,

And picked up a large stone from the side,

And pointed at it,

The original stone was instantly carved into the appearance of the man in white's face.

The man in white carefully played with his own head stone sculpture,

After confirming his satisfaction,

He directly flew up,

And placed his head stone sculpture on the statue,

From then on,

The statue had a head again.

The man in white took out a pot of wine from his pocket,

Took a sip,

Turned around,

And shouted at the giant ape, who was still struggling to carry the Heavenly Gate, with a bit of pride:

"Ha... This is what immortals are."