When you enter the small town, you will shout and hawk, and the streets are bustling, showing prosperity, but in the eyes of the old man, things have changed.

The old man stopped again, set up the table, put on the fortune-telling outfit, and hung a white cloth engraved with the gossip. He was no longer the supreme, but an ordinary fortune teller.

This should be his old job.

If it weren't for the mistakes that had entered the journey of cultivating immortality, it would have long been a waste of ashes in history, no one would have remembered him, let alone had such myths and legends.

Ye Chen sat beside him.

He also did the fortune telling profession. In the past, he has become an ordinary person in the world, and he also looked at the various aspects of life.

This time, he's gone.

This old supreme emperor must have found his home and return to his roots in his hometown.

He is still the tourist.

Just like the old man, he also walked around and stopped, still not knowing where this is. He only knew that this universe was more extraordinary than he imagined, vast and boundless. In his opinion, it was even bigger than the heavens.

He walked far enough.

To him, the so-called time seemed to have no idea. The flowers faded and bloomed, and year after year, they were spent in the artistic conception.

There was a moment when he stopped at the top of the mountain, staring up at the quietly, his eyes were quite deep.

Under his peek, the universe is declining, and its origin is gradually disappearing. The lush flowers, plants and trees are also withering bit by bit, withering the majestic spirit, and more depressed.

It took him a long time to lift his foot into the starry sky. As he saw, every ancient star filled with creatures gradually fades into decline like flowers and plants. It was originally a dazzling star dim and dim.

"The end of the era?"

Ye Chen murmured in his heart, but shook his head gently. He did not see the way of heaven, and it was not the end of the world, but the spiritual power of the universe was being destroyed at the extreme.

Perhaps in a hundred years, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be exhausted, and the so-called monks will only exist in legends, and this universe may be completely destroyed with the vicissitudes of life.

boom!

The sudden roar made him look up again, and he could see the faint lightning and thunder, the cracks in the space torn apart, and the vortex of black holes suddenly appeared, devouring the star sand.

Then, it was a hand covering the sky. It was not accurate to say that it was covering the sky. It should have covered the entire universe. Not to mention the world, even Ye Chen couldn't help but feel trembling when he saw it. This time, the empress might not be able to cover the universe!

He only saw the hand covering the sky, but he didn't know who it was. He only knew that the hand represented destruction. Before it had really fallen, he saw the starry sky collapse and saw the stars explode.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The starry sky is uneasy, and in destruction, it becomes a land of death, continents fall apart, and the shattered gravels are crushed to ashes.

Ye Chen frowned and looked around. Although he was far away, he could see the expressions of living beings.

The confusion of mortals, the fear of immortals, and the horror of strong people are all vividly interpreted.

"What sin is the people?"

The roar suddenly started, vicissitudes and hoarseness, filled the entire universe, full of resentment and hatred.

Only when I look from afar, I realize that it is the old man whose life is about to die, the only supreme in this universe, who has rushed out of the small town of mortals and goes straight to the heavens.

After not seeing him for a few years, he looked even older. At least in Ye Chen's opinion, he had been alive for a few days. Although he was the supreme, he was covered in twilight. His turbid old eyes could no longer see the light of clarity. For example, half of his body had been buried in peace.

"What sin is the people?"

The old supreme roared, a roar from the soul, glaring at Cangmiao and glaring at the big hand of the sky.

At that moment, he faded away his oldness and returned to his youth. It was blood that sacrificed his only life span in exchange for the last extreme sublimation.

His vicissitudes of life are majestic, like a monument. From him, what Ye Chen saw were legends and myths, and a road paved with blood and bones. It was a portrayal of the struggle for power in the emperor's way, and it was perfectly interpreted in the last battle of life.

Unfortunately, even though he was extremely sublimated, he still didn't see enough. Under the destruction of the Great Master of Zhatian, he was instantly destroyed.

"What sin is the people?"

Ye Chen was also asking, his eyes were full of sorrow, such a prosperous world, and such great mountains and rivers, were wiped out into nothingness by the ruthless big hands.

This universe has turned into dust.

Ye Chen is a witness, witnessing its prosperity and its destruction. The pieces were refined into the palm of the hand by the big hand and refined into a golden ancient character.

That is the word "Tao".

Although the word "Tao" is brilliant, it is scarlet and dazzling when it falls into Ye Chen's eyes.
Chapter completed!