Daochen knew without going over, and then he would definitely enter the body and return the soul consciousness, and his life experience had been recorded long ago, and he was put into it.

No wonder no one can find any flaws in the ancient barbarians.

Even the soul is forged, how can we find the flaws?

I hid again for no reason.

The place of glory gradually faded and eventually turned into a black hole.

Daochen was waiting for this moment. He didn't believe that these guys would always be so bright. This place was chaotic. You must know that it was a very dangerous place.

Daochen felt that there should be no danger, so he carefully got in.

When he walked in, he seemed to have passed through a barrier in the world.

Then when he opened his eyes, he actually arrived at a blessed land of space.

This should be some kind of special independent space.

It doesn't look big, only a few million square meters, there is only one kind of life here. They are practicing there and using the power of their souls.

It was the old people who walked before.

And here are a bunch of old men.

These are probably the true faces of the ancient barbarians.

What makes Daochen most funny is that these guys don’t look strong, they are only at the level of immortals.

"My friend in front has been watching for a long time, can you come over and talk?"

Suddenly a voice came into Daochen's ears.

This surprised him a little.

Daochen turned his head and looked at a life body with a sacred aura all over his body, sitting on a throne.

Dao Chen is silent, a holy realm, a holy realm that is lingering.

He must have suffered some kind of injury, which hurt the origin.

He stood there, and could only support him. The shining of holy light in his body was not a deliberate special effect.

But this guy could no longer support the use of holy power, but it could be seen that this guy was very concerned about face. He still performed very strongly, as if he was very powerful.

Dao Chen smiled slightly and revealed his figure directly. He bowed to the guy on the throne, "Is it rare for the powerful people in the holy realm? Did he fail to break through forcibly?"

The ancient barbarians, who exuded a sacred aura, looked at Dao Chen in surprise.

"You are a real holy realm, haha, no wonder I can't notice your breath."

He dissipated the holy light and sat on the throne helplessly.

"Oh, sure enough, in front of the real holy realm, I can see my flaw at a glance."

"Yes, I forced myself to break through the holy realm back then, but unfortunately, I failed in the end. I was unwilling to die under the heavenly tribulation, so I rushed out of the prehistoric world and escaped into the chaos. Unfortunately, I was just surviving here."

"I almost sacrificed the entire race, but what I got was a piece of silence."

"I'm not willing to give up. I don't want my race to die like this."

"It's all my fault. Why was it so extreme back then? Why did you have to take this path?"

Daochen looked at him with some pity.

So that's it. The little old men below all look similar. It turns out that they are just clones of the guy in front of you.

He wanted to evolve his own race alone, which led to the previous re-creation.

Unfortunately, he is just a holy realm that is surviving and is only a little stronger than the quasi-saint in terms of strength.

It is very difficult to support so many quasi-saint clones.

No wonder he had to go back and rebuild every once in a while.

He didn't want these guys to have real self, and he would be exposed at that time.

But he wanted his race to come back to life, which was a contradictory and stubborn guy.

Daochen looked at him and felt that he was very pitiful.

This is a guy who has lived in the past for the rest of his life.

However, he was very interested in the blessed land in front of him.

"How did this space be formed? It can exist independently?"

This holy realm looked around and shook his head slightly, "I don't know, I accidentally discovered this blessed land of caves when I fled to the chaos. If it weren't for this place and the nourishment of the spiritual energy here, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

Daochen looked at him. Even so, he was actually on the verge of death.

This guy's strength has weakened to the limit.

It will soon be unable to support the ancient barbarians' transformation again.

The old man sighed softly, "Although I am a little unwilling to give up, I am afraid that my life has reached its limit. Can the respected strong man satisfy my last wish?"

Daochen looked at him with a smile, "What other wishes can be expressed? Maybe I can help you."

The old man's eyes lit up, "I hope you can take my body back to the prehistoric world and bury me where."

"Dust returns to dust and land, and I will eventually return to the prehistoric world and return to the hometown of that year."

Daochen is naturally satisfied with such a wish.

"Yes, this is very simple."

I heard Daochen agree.

The old man showed a relieved expression, "Come here, come to my side, I will give you the imprint of this space, and this space will be yours in the future. This is a stone tablet that records the history of my ancient barbarians. I hope you can bring it back to the prehistoric world and be buried next to me."

He patted his throne gently.

Sure enough, there are some special words on it.

It is probably the writing of the ancient barbarians.

Daochen looked at him, just smiled, but did not step forward.

Gradually, the old man discovered something was wrong.

He was a little irritated, "Dear strong man, don't you want to get this space? Please come here and I will give him to you."

Daochen shook his head, "No need, I have a lot of time. After you die, I will naturally gain control of this space."

Hearing Daochen's words, the old man's kind face suddenly became ferocious.

"Damn, why are you so cautious?"

Daochen looked at him with a smile, "Actually, no matter whether I am cautious or not, you are helpless to me. I just want to tell you that in the face of absolute power, your little thoughts are of no use at all."

"You can't even become a holy realm, let alone fight against an existence who is invincible in the holy realm."

The old man's hideous expression suddenly dissipated, and he looked at Daochen with some regret.

"Hey, don't blame me, who wants to die? I just don't want to die."

Daochen nodded, "Don't blame me, if I let you take action, you will feel even more desperate. Give up, your life has come to an end, and the ancient barbarians have come to an end. What should be dying will eventually die."

The old man suddenly had a bright light, "No, the ancient barbarians have been reborn, and I realized that back then. In fact, as long as I am not controlling them, they will regain their self-awareness. They will be the reborns of my ancient barbarians, and they will continue to live on our behalf."
Chapter completed!