I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Before ancient times, time and space were unknown.

Tick--

In the pitch black void, a sharp-edged monument with eight colors jumped out. Using it as the starting point, bright ripples slowly rippled. Wherever the ripples passed, the darkness receded, and a blurry and broken picture slowly unfolded.

Distorted light and shadow, slightly human-shaped, several figures standing in the void, naturally become the core of all space-time concepts and information logic.

Indescribable, indescribable.

"Zhan, I still don't know what that thing is, so I'm just doing this. Is it worth it?"

"Just because we don't know, that's enough for us."

The existence named Zhan has a calm tone, but its thoughts cannot be changed.

This is the first time they have encountered something that even they, who are transcendent of everything, cannot see through in countless years. No matter what it is and what its use is, the unknown is its meaning and value.

"Because of this object, the stalemate with the Black Calamity has lasted for three Dayan Epochs. Millions of source worlds have been affected and annihilated. Even three transcendents have fallen..."

"There is also a narrative-level transcendent among them!!"

"The price is too high, too high!"

The distorted light and shadow were silent for a while. Obviously, these consequences were also huge sacrifices that they could not ignore.

"Okay, Zhan, you are right. After all, Black Disaster is different from us. For their purpose, they don't care how much they sacrifice."

"Doctor, what's your opinion?"

"Haha, just obey Zhan's decision. Who told that thing to disappear in Zhan's source world? If it were you, you would also choose to sacrifice yourself, right?"

"Tsk, what a group of compassionate guys."

There was another wordless silence, and it was obvious that "Chen" had caught everyone's mind.

"Okay, let's get started."

"I want to use death to completely peel off all traces of existence. It will take some time. During this time, the black disaster cannot be aware of my actions. Therefore, the coordinates of the traces they left can only be recovered after I cut off everything. Dealt with it.”

"Well, there are a total of nine Black Disaster Transcendents left behind. Zhan, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, they are just a group of conceptual detached people."

"let's start!"

"good--"

As soon as the words fell, nothingness disappeared, and the blurry image disappeared.

…

Light and shadow flowed, and the picture reappeared in a broken world.

From an infinite height, in the middle of nowhere, eight balls of bright light suddenly fell, and they were vaguely visible. Among them were floating eight-color angular monuments, long swords, large seals, and jade pendants...

Broken arms, eyeballs, feathers... all hidden in unknown time and space were captured and suppressed by the ball of light. They were unable to resist and were sealed into a strange space.

The picture was broken again, and before the light and shadow flowed backwards, a vast and boundless river could be faintly seen, spreading out and covering all heaven, earth, time and space.

…

The years have left no trace, and I don’t know how long it has passed. In the deepest part of Guixu Land, on the white jade plain at the core of the ancestral world.

boom! ! Click——

Terrifying roars resounded throughout the world, and a thick, dark river surged out from the tall stone monument.

"not good!!"

"The battle monument collapsed, and Azathoth's severed arm was broken!"

On top of the stone tablet, the eternal old man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in shock.

Seeing that more and more black mist was about to escape, the old man's brows, filled with deathly aura, furrowed tightly, his figure twisted, and his remaining will gathered into a ray of light and shadow.

Raising his hand to grab a crimson-pointed stele that had collapsed, he used his hand to perform a magic spell. A jet-black pillar shot out from the stele, with endless lines stretching out, cutting off the escaping pitch-black river.

The old man's body of light and shadow, with a stern look on his face, slammed the red pointed monument in his hand, pressing the dark river back onto the pillar.

"town!!"

Buzz! The endless mysterious lines are dazzling, no matter how hard the dark river struggles, it can no longer escape even a little bit, and can only be suppressed bit by bit into the space of the stone monument.

After doing all this, the body of light and shadow immediately collapsed and disappeared.

As for the old man sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet, his withered flesh and blood was gone, revealing his white bones.

"Alan, Yaoyao, go, be sure to bring back the traces of Azathoth and suppress them again."

"Elder of the Clan!!"

"Go, don't be sad. We are already dead, and the traces of our will should dissipate..."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's flesh and blood completely dissipated, leaving only a white skeleton and a cloud of heroic spirit.

"Walk--"

boom! !

The earth shattered, and the two towering temples turned into bright pillars of light and shot away. It is made of bronze, with a simple and thick atmosphere, and a faint ice blue, as if it is carved from crystal.

…

In an unknown land, the majestic Bronze Immortal Palace spanned hundreds of millions of light years. Finally, Alan found traces of Azathoth's severed arm.

Under the suppression of the Immortal Palace, the long black river formed by the broken arm still rushed left and right, extremely destructive and aggressive. It could not be completely suppressed at all, and it seemed to be taken away.

"Ahem! Ancestor, why?"

The old man with gray hair and an extremely withered figure was sitting cross-legged in front of a gray stone tablet deep in the Immortal Palace. With only a trace of his will remaining, he had reached the point of exhaustion even with the help of the mighty power of the Immortal Palace.

"The supreme material, transcending everything, how can we be able to handle it..."

The old man tried his best to open his eyes and looked to the side, where there were suspended bronze coffins, all emitting a terrifying aura.

"Tribesmen, I'm sorry, I'm so shameless and want to disturb your rest!"

Click! Click! !

As the old man patted the ground gently, all the billions of coffins were lifted up. Lying quietly in them, figures larger than the world opened their eyes, as if they came to life, stepping out of the coffin universe and reaching out. The huge palm grasped towards the dark river.

Ho ho ho!

Amidst the terrifying roar, each palm intercepted a trace of the dark river, pressed it into his chest, then closed his eyes and lay down in the coffin again.

"Ahem!! Yaoyao, the rest will be left to you!"

The old man finally exhausted everything and could no longer suppress the dark river that had been cut in half. He could only let it break free and escape without a trace.

"Ancestor, why? What is the crime of the Zhan clan!?"

The old man's flesh and blood was disintegrating, and he used his last bit of strength to write down the questions in his heart on the stone tablet.

The flesh and blood became empty, leaving only a severed finger embedded in the stone tablet.

Intangible sadness flows from the bones and will last forever.

…

"Hoo! Hoo-"

Bai Donglin came back from his trance, his consciousness returned to clarity, and his eyes showed a rare hint of fatigue. In just a short moment, he seemed to have spent an extremely long time.

It was extremely difficult for his memory to carry these images and information. It took a long time before he could completely digest them and recover.

Bai Donglin's eyes were complicated. Looking at the eight-color lingering and perfect battle monument, his emotions were hard to calm down. In addition to what he just saw, the inheritance in the last two battle tablets, "Wind" representing speed and "Fire" representing attack, were also accepted by him.

The essence of the war monument is extremely high, and it is a personal object of "war". This is why it can be stained with those pictures and information, and preserve them for endless years.

By now, he has learned all about the inheritance and various secret information recorded in the war monument. This also solved many doubts in his mind, and the whole context of the matter became clear.

This is very important to him and determines how he should deal with Mother River and Broken Arm.

Moreover, I also got a glimpse of the vastness of the outside world.

"In the Thirteenth Realm, existences that transcend everything are still divided into strong and weak ones."

"Conceptual level, narrative level, what does this mean?"

"Is there a more powerful realm above it?"

Bai Donglin shook his head and stopped thinking. He has not even broken through to the eleventh realm yet. It is too early to think about these things.

"Haha, this is what makes it interesting!"

His eyes gradually became brighter. The taller the world was, the better. Otherwise, if he had reached the end easily, wouldn't he be so idle?

Don’t be afraid of reaching the peak too far, just be afraid of missing the goal!

"Boss, what should we do next? How to deal with these things?"

The most evil one still looked around with a fearful expression, not noticing Bai Donglin's sudden change at all. This was also the authority of the original deity. The so-called memory synchronization was of course a unilateral request for the clone.

It's not that he doesn't trust his clone, but that his memory is too vast and vast. The clone's thinking cannot carry it, and there is no need for it.

"How to deal with it?"

Bai Donglin glanced at Zhixie with a strange expression. Could this guy be frightened? To ask such an idiotic question.

"What else can we do? Of course we pack it up and take it away!!"

The reason for doing this is that it is a helpless move to carry something like a time bomb with you.

The war monument is now integrated into one. If it is taken away, wouldn't it be helping Broken Arm break the seal?

Moreover, the dimensional world is still carried in the war monument. This is related to the plan to break the wall, so it is better to keep it by your side.

Although the traces of these nine supreme substances were sealed by "Zhan" himself, an accident had already occurred, but nothing more could happen. Packing them away and keeping them under strict supervision was the right way to go.

"Let's go, there is no need to stay in this place."

After saying that, with a thought, the war monument suddenly shot out a bright light, opening a vortex channel in the void.

Bai Donglin and Zhi evil stepped out, crossed the passage, and appeared in front of the stone tablet.

"Old senior, the monument boundary that you guard with faith will be handed over to me from now on."

"As long as I, Bai Donglin, live, these monsters will never be able to break the seal!"

Crash--

The Infinite River Styx manifested, flowing and spreading, swallowing up the entire white jade plain, including the standing stone monument at its core, leaving an endless and huge pit on the continent.

Bai Donglin also stepped into the Styx River. Standing on the Styx River, with a strange vision, he could clearly see the dense tributaries, like growing tree roots, heading towards the Guixu Land in all directions. spread.

"The Land of Return to Ruins contains billions of ruins of the world, as well as the treasures and relics left by many civilizations. It would be too much of a waste to just abandon it."

"So, just swallow it all."

Devouring matter and converting energy is naturally more trouble-free than absorbing dimensional power. Anyway, he never gets too much. In order to nurture the infinite spiritual world, this step must be done sooner or later.

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly, a trace of his own consciousness returned, and his body twisted and rippled, transforming into the appearance of the future Buddha again.

"Amitabha!"

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