Chapter 149: Without beginning or end, Pangu makes the present; the Emperor of Heaven walks through time

“Buzz!”

“Buzz!”

When Mu Wushuang held the Lihuo Divine Furnace with his slender white hands, the lid of the furnace began to make a slight sound.

It seems to be cheering, seems to be leaping for joy, humming and playing an immortal battle song of life.

Suddenly, an aura as powerful as that of an immortal or an emperor enveloped the entire sky. Everyone was suppressed by the invisible wave and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Everything is still, and even time seems to have forgotten this ruins.

Above the hill, the terrifying imperial aura spread out, and worlds appeared and disappeared in the colorful glow.

at the same time–

“Boom!”

Billions of miles above the sky in the Northern Territory, immortal light was rising, and a figure walked up into the sky, as high as the nine heavens.

At this moment, heaven and earth are wailing, and the avenues are lying at their feet.

This is a shocking scene that will be unforgettable for a lifetime and will be etched in our hearts forever.

Until many years later, people in the entire Donghuang who had witnessed this scene were still telling their descendants about today’s unforgettable scene again and again.

It was so majestic that it cracked everything in the ten directions.

Only that figure remains eternal, shrouded in mist.

At this moment, everyone’s attention was attracted by this scene.

“Is that the young God Emperor? Could he have become a saint? “

“Could it be a sword-shaped imperial weapon?”

“No, that’s not the sword-shaped imperial weapon, but the Lihuo God Furnace!”

As people stared in amazement, Mu Wushuang wielded the Lihuo Divine Furnace as a sword and slashed out with a stunning move!

“Is this the Emperor’s might?”

That kind of pressure that makes them submit from the bottom of their hearts and dare not resist at all, this is the real power of the extreme!

At this moment, everyone present was in panic. No one could take it calmly. Almost everyone fell to the ground. This power was too powerful and almost no one could bear it.

Everything is still, and even time seems to have forgotten this ruins.

Wherever the sword flashed, those dusty ancient royal families died under this endless power before they could even react.

No matter whether it was an unrivaled great power, a slayer king, a semi-saint or even a saint ancestor king, there was no difference. They were directly turned into blood mist and their souls were annihilated.

In an instant, the entire Purple Mountain fell into deathly silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
I don’t know how long it has been –

“Roar……”

At this time, a terrible roar came from the depths of Zishan Mountain. Everyone from afar discovered the scene inside and felt a chill in their bodies.

Huge pieces of divine source were floating and sinking, escaping from the ravine that spanned hundreds of thousands of miles.

“This is a priceless treasure.”

Even the many saints and emperors who claim to be the Big Dipper have never seen such a large piece of divine source. One can vaguely see a humanoid creature sealed inside!

There is not just one big divine source block, the ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere is pervasive, and the divine brilliance is endless, all fleeing.

“It’s a pity that only 30% of them died.”

The Purple Mountain was too big. Even if Mu Wushuang gathered all his divine power and wielded the Lihuo Divine Furnace to launch a blow that was strong enough to kill the Saint King, he could only kill about 30% to 40% of the ancient royal family trapped in the Purple Mountain.

And most of them are slayer kings or semi-saints, with a few being saints.

It can only be said that the ancient royal family of Zishan, after being ploughed and swept by the Emperor Wu Shi, is of poor quality.

Only a few small ones are left.

I don’t know if after Mu Wushuang’s “survival of the fittest” sword, the so-called gods of Zishan will be as jumpy as in the original book when they are born in the future?
Speaking of which, Mu Wushuang didn’t know how the ancient royal family of Zishan dared to do that?

I don’t have the emperor’s soldiers, and I don’t have the great saint either.
After experiencing the sweeping destruction by Wu Shi, and being intimidated by the extremely powerful imperial soldiers of the human race that were everywhere above Beidou, he still dared to jump the most happily in the original book. Is he stupid?

Above the Northern Divine City, after Mu Wushuang held three imperial weapons and killed the terrifying ancient creatures, the world finally became quiet.

The confrontation ended with the loss of several ancestral kings and hundreds of thousands of slashers and semi-saints.
“Wouldn’t it be better for the young God Emperor to just kill them all?”

“You said it lightly. There have already been several ancient saints and sages of the ancient clan and hundreds of half-saints and slayers of the ancient clan. If we go too far, once the ancient clans come out in full force, the entire Eastern Wasteland will fall into darkness.”

The more they understood how terrifying the Ancient Clan was, the more depressed many human cultivators felt. They almost suffocated, and many cultivators were speechless.

Above the city of gods, the clouds dissipated, the sun shone down, everything was over, and everything just now seemed like a dream.

In the Central Region of the Eastern Wasteland, Mu Wushuang returned to the Wanchu Holy Land again. He sent the little girl who had the human-shaped amulet and the human-shaped treasure detector to the Wanchu Food Street that was specially built for her to raise her.

He went into seclusion again.

And his goal this time is to trace the Great Emperor Wu Shi, whom he has always thought about.

The blood of Emperor Wu Shi, he has been thinking about it since the moment he first came to this world and opened the Golden Finger Eye of Reincarnation.

It was not until now that he had achieved the Dao and became a king that he could be considered to have successfully obtained it.

Staring at the purple-gold blood stored in the Immortal Slaying Gourd, even though the Imperial Laws in it had been refined by the God of the Beginningless Bell, it still exuded an indescribable nobility. The only emperor with an innate Dao fetus in ancient times and a great saint body bred together, is the emperor’s son no longer as simple as an innate saint body Dao fetus?

Add to that the Immortal King Wuzhong, who has a close relationship with Wushi, what kind of blessing will this journey of tracing bring?

Mu Wushuang was really looking forward to it too much.

“start.”

With a whisper in his heart, Mu Wushuang’s thoughts seemed to have drifted away.

A figure seemed to appear in Mu Wushuang’s eyes. Chaos energy lingered all over his body, and the aura of extreme Taoism was overwhelming.

The rules of the entire world were trampled under his feet. A distant bell sounded, and there seemed to be a faint sense of reincarnation being complete and having no beginning or end.

Boom!

With a loud bang, everything disappeared.

At the same time, Mu Wushuang saw laws that were like the sea and the stars. The laws flowed past, forming a huge, endless river.

This is not a real long river, it is just a manifestation of the law, flowing with the breath of time, covering the entire universe, and making bursts of roaring sounds.

Mu Wushuang seemed to see a long and magnificent river, filled with the breath of time. Dense historical fragments overflowed from a section of the river and surrounded him.

All these fragments merged together and condensed into a golden figure, which was Mu Wushuang.

He seems real and illusory, as if he really existed in a certain period of ancient history in the past, and he seems to be just an incarnation, which is unreal, real and fake, making it difficult to distinguish.

Then, an illusory river of time naturally appeared, swirling around him, gurgling like the divine sound of the great way uttered from the past, present and future.

The long river has no beginning and no end. Endless and incalculable creatures are shouting in joy, filled with great joy and freedom. The rumbling sounds of praise resonate, distorting the limitations of time and space, and echoing truly between heaven and earth.

Immortals, saints, gods and Buddhas, demons and animals.

They are all praising, endless shadows fill the heaven and earth, and spread across the long river of time.

There are more stars than there are in the sky.

The vast river of time in all directions reflects the sky, turning slowly, as if it has become a divine ring of time, shining with rays of light.

The little man wearing the black gold imperial robe walks on the long river of time, and it is unknown whether he came from the past or the future, like a god inspecting the past, present and future.

“Ah.”

Mu Wushuang showed delight on his face and exclaimed again.

The face was exactly the same as Mu Wushuang, and the little man wearing the black gold imperial robe walked to the “present” and stepped out of the long river.

With one move of his hand, a long river of time was reduced to one sword, sparkling like time.

Mu Wushuang regained consciousness, and saw a fairy platform between his eyebrows. On the mysterious realm of six heavens, a little god was holding a magic sword in his arms. The handle was illusory and transparent, and the blade was rippling with green waves, revealing a mysterious feeling.

Behind it hangs a six-colored wheel, on which a real dragon and a fairy phoenix are coiled, which is extremely terrifying.

Amidst his mixed thoughts, the little god and Mu Wushuang came to the same conclusion, and his jade-white palm naturally grasped the illusory and transparent handle of the knife.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the knife, Mu Wushuang seemed to be above time, as if he was able to control the present and grasp the ways and laws of the three thousand emperors and kings since ancient times. He had a kind of majestic momentum and was awe-inspiring without even being angry.

“Time is like a sword slaying the genius of heaven. On the way to immortality, one sighs with enchantment. This move is called the Emperor of Heaven Stepping on Time.”

Mu Wushuang remembered a book he had read before traveling through time. There was a sword technique in the book called – The Emperor of Heaven Treads on Time.

He thought of the desolation that shrouded the whole world in silence.

Compared to the life in which the great supernatural being played with time and played with the past, future and present at will, the world of Zhetian only left the regret of the great emperor who lived for ten thousand years.

At this moment, his spiritual will reached its peak, burning like a star and the sun, illuminating the past and present.

At this moment, Mu Wushuang cast aside all his worries and indulged in the moment of enlightenment.

This time, the tracing seemed to have dropped a kind of innate magical power again, and it was related to time.

As this magical power of time was completely integrated with him, a chaotic green lotus supported the thirty-three heavens in his sea of ​​suffering, taking root in the Supreme God’s Realm and the ancient demon world, giving birth to a jade butterfly-shaped object, on which it seemed as if three thousand great ways were reviving.

In the center of heaven and earth, an ancient giant god stands. The terrifying god is intertwined with magic power, with a Chaos Bell hanging on his head, surrounded by the sun, moon, stars, earth, fire, water and wind.

Among them, there is a vast river of time reflected in the vast chaos, flowing slowly –

At this moment, the long river of time fell on the palms of the ancient giant god, and seemed to have become a divine ring of time. There was a faint sense of the true meaning of Pangu’s creation, which was quite amazing.

It can only be said that the time talent and magical power dropped in this tracing journey is even more extraordinary than the previous Imperial Dragon Qi and Immortal Phoenix Dao Diagram. Even with Mu Wushuang’s extraordinary comprehension, he is still unable to enter the door.

He had a feeling that realizing that this secret technique called “The Emperor of Heaven Treading on Time” that could transform the vast river of time into a sword and kill enemies and gods was only the most basic introduction to this innate magical power.

Standing in the cave, Mu Wushuang’s mind sank into the immortal platform, and saw on the mysterious realm of the six heavens, a little god was sitting cross-legged with a magic sword in his arms, as if he was ready to transform into the Emperor of Heaven, step on time, and destroy all enemies.

This time, with the help of the lost time-related innate magical power and his own extraordinary understanding, he barely developed a forbidden sword technique called “Heaven and Earth Treading on Time”.

If this kind of sword technique were to be performed, even a cultivator at the Saint King level could be harmed if he wasn’t careful.

At the same time, if any cultivator below the level of a Great Sage dared to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, he was confident that he could teach him a lesson with one blow.

Of course, the threshold for performing such a powerful sword technique is too high. With Mu Wushuang’s current spiritual strength, he can only slash three times with the sword. Any more will cause irreversible damage to the soul.

According to Mu Wushuang’s estimation, he would not be able to get rid of the title of “Three Swords Style” at least until he became a saint.

PS: Thanks to the Qidian book friend – Zhen Yifa Ruhun for the reward, thank you for your support.

(End of this chapter)