Tales of Demons and Gods: After Locking Time and Space

Chapter 191 The God's Ancestral Land Collapses

After doing all this, Emperor Kongming disappeared, and the shock in Hedao Sect became more and more intense, until Nie Li, who was immersed in cultivation, also felt the changes in the outside world.

Nie Li opened his eyes and looked around, watching with some confusion as the Hedao Sect continued to change. The originally majestic and spectacular Hedao Sect was shedding sand bit by bit and was collapsing!

Nie Li used the power of Heaven to lift his body up, and stood steadily on the shaking Hedao Sect. His gaze continued to extend outward, and when he saw the entire ancestral land of the gods again, Nie Li still couldn't help feeling shocked.

The ancestral land of the gods is divided into eight largest blocks, which do not interfere with each other but trade with each other. Each block has its own area of ​​expertise. Anyone with talent in the corresponding area in the entire ancestral land of the gods will be sent to the corresponding area.

The Ancestral Land of the Gods continued to improve in this way, until in the past hundred years it had been slightly superior to the Ancestral Land of the Holy Demons. If it weren't for the Holy Emperor's constantly accelerating refining process, the Ancestral Land of the Holy Demons would have long since been unable to withstand the pressure from the Ancestral Land of the Gods.

Nie Li shook his head. Now was not the time to think about these things. In the entire ancestral land of the gods, only the area where the Hedao Sect was located was shaking. He didn't know what the reason was, but judging from the amplitude of the vibration, this area was likely to fall apart.

As if to confirm Nie Li's guess, the entire area was split into two vertically with Hedao Sect as the center, like an invisible sword slashing from the air, without a trace of drag, and even the gap in the middle was smooth and flawless.

Nie Li looked up suddenly. This must not be the collapse of the God's Ancestral Land itself. He clearly saw that the clear blue sky was stained with a strong Tibetan color under his gaze. It spread in all directions like ink spilled on paper, and finally became a terrifying smiling face.

Extremely weird!

But when Nie Li came to his senses, the smiling face had completely disappeared, and even the sky seemed to have become clearer than before.

Before Nie Li could react, the invisible air grabbed Nie Li's legs, dragged him into the air and began to spin. Nie Li quickly merged with the shadow demon spirit and wanted to escape into the invisible air to break free, but the air did not throw him away as he expected, but instead grabbed him even tighter.

Nie Li was thrown around so hard that he felt dizzy and his thinking became unclear.

"Damn it, how can such a rotation be......"

Nie Li hugged his head tightly, trying to sober himself up under the oppressive feeling, but he couldn't do it. Under the pull of the air, all his strength was thrown out of his body.

However, this pile of invisible air spun faster and faster as if it was enjoying itself more and more. After a few seconds, Nie Li had spun countless circles before suddenly letting go. Nie Li turned into an orange-yellow meteor and fell towards the crack near Hedao Sect.

Nie Li fell into a deep sleep.

............

Endless wilderness.

"What will happen to us if he finds us?"

In a cramped, narrow and dark passage, one could only hear the sound of footsteps, but a clear echo could also be heard.

The young man asked a seemingly stupid question, but the old man did not get impatient with him. Instead, he answered patiently.

"Falling into an eternity of endless suffering."

The old man returned to his hunched state again, and the dashing demeanor he had when he took on Yan Yang completely disappeared. From the moment the two of them entered here, the old man stopped all his movements, and only just now did he stand up and lead the young man into the secret passage.

The young man didn't know where the old man was going to take him, but he finally found hope that the doubts in his heart would be answered.

The old man had a hunched body but was moving very fast. He held Yan Yang, who was still an infant, in one hand, and used the other hand to continuously brush over every inch of land he passed by. To the young man, this posture looked extremely strange, but the faint light at the old man's fingertips told him that he had big plans.

"who is he?"

The young man asked again, wanting to know who could make the old man so serious.

"One of the six great servant gods under the Holy Emperor, a self-proclaimed 'god' who is in charge of the endless wilderness, the Hundred Barbarian God."

The old man's hands kept moving and his breath continued to answer without any disorder, but at this time a wisp of white gas slowly floated out from his hands, swaying towards the young man behind the old man and was finally inhaled into the young man's respiratory tract.

"Master, this is........."

"That's enough to know. To say more will be of no benefit to you or me."

The old man interrupted the young man in time, and the young man could no longer say anything. He could only follow the old man helplessly. This time he shifted his attention and looked at the newborn Chaos Spirit God.

I wonder how powerful he will be when he grows up.

The two walked for a long time until a double metal door appeared in front of them. The corridor became wider, like a square, extremely empty. The echo became clearer at this time, constantly echoing in the ears of the three people.

When the old man saw the distorted symbols on the door, he suddenly felt relieved. He lifted Yan Yang up with both hands. The symbols made up of distorted handwriting began to change their shape, turned into a human and opened his eyes.

"The Son of Chaos has entered the cycle of reincarnation. Please, ancestor, grant him the power of time to help him grow!"

Seeing that he had taken shape, the old man knelt down decisively, still holding Yan Yang steadily with both hands, and spoke with a trembling voice.

The human-shaped trace on the door began to move. Countless fine threads emanated from each of its fingertips, densely weaving Yan Yang into a pupa. The soft power of time and space on the door, like a ribbon, seemed to be taking care of its own child, waiting for the day when he would break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

"Thank you, First Ancestor, for your help."

The old man bowed, and the young man finally reacted by kneeling down, bowing, and thanking him all in one go. He quietly looked up at Him on the door, and saw that His eyes, which were drawn with strange symbols, twisted and finally closed again, and then the whole body began to twist and returned to its original appearance.