I picked up the scattered attributes

A lotus flower, its branches reaching to the sky, emerged from the depths of the underworld. Its leaves swirled around a few times, as if brushing past worlds, before disappearing again.

After that, the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom was destroyed.

"Ancestor——"

One day, a serious-looking young man came to visit. He had the blood of a true dragon flowing through his veins, and every move he made exuded an air of extraordinary nobility.

Without a doubt, he is a rare pure-blooded dragon in this world!

However, the boy was wounded and weak, clearly having gone through countless battles before finally finding the cosmic burial ground.

“Ancestor, I am Long Da, the last pure-blooded dragon.”

With tears in his eyes, the young man knelt and kowtowed three times and nine times, plunging deep into the cosmic burial ground: "Please, ancestors, come forth and save my dragon race from life and death!"

Since the disappearance of the Ancestral Dragon, the dragon race's situation has steadily declined.

Today, their bloodline is almost extinct!

Then he saw the corpse of the Ancestral Dragon, a massive skeleton larger than the Milky Way, lying across the cosmic burial ground. Countless stars around it formed an array, constantly tempering the Ancestral Dragon's corpse and forging it into a Thousand-Winged Ancestral Dragon Ship!

"Ancestor——"

In despair, the young Long Da collapsed to the ground, utterly distraught.

He came carrying the last hope of the dragon race, solely to find that legendary ancestor, turn the tide, and save the dragon race from dire straits.

However, they discovered that the First Emperor had been dead for a long time!

Boundless despair shattered the boy's resolve to pursue his Dao.

He could no longer suppress his injuries; blood gushed from his entire body, his physical body collapsed, his primordial spirit dissipated, and a dragon soul drifted out, falling towards the corrupted cycle of reincarnation.

“I am a sinner…I am a sinner of the dragon race…”

The dragon soul murmured in despair, "I found no hope... and I didn't bring any hope back..."

Suddenly, at that moment, a mysterious force swept in, carrying the dragon soul and sending it crashing down towards a tall tower deep within the burial ground.

There is a scroll painting inside the tower.

name:

Hun Tian.

"The reason why the First Emperor died in battle was to use the shockwaves from this great war to cover up the Origin Pavilion and the Hun Tian Diagram..."

Feng Xia has lost count of how many times he has sighed.

His gaze then fell upon the dying dragon soul: "Fellow Daoist Long Da, it turns out that our connection did not begin in the back mountain of Qianqiu Valley, but originated here."

"You have helped me a lot in the future, so I will also lend you a helping hand."

That dragon soul fell into the world of the Hun Tian Tu (a diagram of heaven and earth).

……

Chapter 1279

Along the way, Fengxia has witnessed too many bizarre and wonderful things.

Time has become chaotic, and the years have become murky.

Too many memories have been buried on the banks of the long river of time.

The First Emperor's battle was earth-shattering, and the intense shockwaves obscured everything.

After the war, the King of Burial Gods was ordered to come to the depths of the burial ground. He passed through one restriction after another and finally arrived in front of a magnificent tower.

Origin Pavilion!

"He has never forgotten the entrustment made two million years ago."

Feng Xia looked stunned.

From suspicion and doubt to acquaintance and understanding, he and Zulong have now become true fellow Daoists and close friends!

When he reached the point of being old enough to be with Feng Xia, there were only a handful of friends left who could walk alongside him and support him on his journey.

Watching his dearest friend die in a desperate situation, all to cover the establishment of the Origin Pavilion, Feng Xia's emotions, which had not been stirred for thousands of years, were once again stirred.

It is unknown whether it was for His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's promise that spanned two million years.

Or perhaps the First Emperor was so loyal that he was willing to sacrifice his cultivation and go through life and death to enter the tribulation for the future of the divine kingdom and for all living beings.

"Eternal Immortal... are you the beginning and source of all calamities?"

Feng Xia's gaze fell on the dragon soul again.

The Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom was destroyed, and Zu Long, one of the Four Great Emperors, died in battle. As a descendant of Zu Long, the True Dragon Clan naturally suffered a brutal purge.

This is a history that is almost unknown to anyone.

Among the dragon race, there are also many heroic figures who sacrificed their lives for the continuation and revival of their race.

However, the Dao Ancestor of the foreign land had a longer-term plan and had destroyed more than one world. He could cover the sky with his own hand, and in the end, all resistance was like waves on a river, turning into a dreamlike bubble and disappearing.

"I didn't expect that Long Da would be quite handsome in his human form."

Feng Xia raised his eyebrows, his expression a mixture of joy and sorrow. He sighed and continued to flow downstream along the river of time, stepping towards the present world.

Long Da, the last pure-blooded true dragon clan in the past!

The era he came from was much earlier than Feng Xia had anticipated.

When Long Da awoke again, tens of millions of years had passed, and everything had changed.

He brought with him the Ancestral Dragon's Sighing Technique and an obsession from ancient times, and revived in a strange land.

Countless years later, as the world undergoes dramatic changes, the dragon's soul will eventually transform into an underground cave.

A small green snake came here, occupied the cave, and made it its superiority.

The moment the dragon soul awoke, it fell into one of the eggs, and finally, its obsession was fully revived!

On the way, Fengxia met another person.

Ji Yuheng, the Great Evolution God King!

As one of the most accomplished masters of spatial arts in the ancient divine kingdom, he naturally participated in the final battle. Although his strength was not top-notch, his spatial arts were unparalleled, allowing him to move freely across the battlefield and causing great trouble for the enemy.

However, in that brutal battle, even emperors perished, and the vast divine kingdom collapsed. No matter how much Ji Yuheng traversed the boundless space, he could only barely protect himself.

"Dead... all dead..."

As the battle ended and darkness descended, he staggered across the ravaged land, amidst shattered starlight.

One by one, his old friends perished in that battle.

“You used to joke that I was the one with the strongest survival ability of all, that even if the world turned upside down and the stars changed, I could live to the end of time…”

"but why?"

"The Kingdom of God is gone, and you have all departed. What is the point of me still being alive?"

Ji Yuheng, in a daze, arrived at a withered star, where he sat cross-legged, his breath gradually fading into silence.

He searched for a very long time after the war, even venturing deep into the underworld and disturbing the netherworld, but still could not find any trace of his old friend.

Just like Long Da's despair back then, his Dao heart had aged, and his physical body, primordial spirit, and magical power had also fallen into annihilation.

"If I had the chance, I would rather not fight for the other realms than lose your lives..."

Ji Yuheng smiled bitterly, tears of blood streaming down his face.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, he suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ear.

Do you desire...boundless power?

……

Finally, as Fengxia retraces the long years of the past, he is about to arrive at the present world as he knows it.

Along the way, he witnessed too many moving stories, the hardships of pioneering, and one after another, famous or unknown sages who devoted themselves to a common goal until their dying breath.

They come from different races, have different pasts, and carry different aspirations, yet they share a common goal.

"In the future... someone is waiting for us!"

"This universe still needs hope!"

"This land should not be destroyed!"

How many calamities, how much suffering?

From ancient times to the present, from the wilderness to the present, from the creation of the world to the present!

The Big Dipper turns, the Milky Way falls across the sky, and the azure sea surges, revealing the highest point of the stars.

Feng Xia's expression was calm, even somewhat numb.

He arrived at Ziwei, millions of years ago, and sighed softly: "May there be a future world, may there be a land without calamities."

Suddenly, his expression shifted slightly: "This timing seems to be... a celestial embryo!"

He then noticed that at the center of the Purple Star, the sky suddenly opened up, and the rolling chaotic seawater fell down, transforming into the vast and boundless Primordial Purple Qi.

The emperors arrived one after another, each employing their own methods to enhance this primordial purple aura.