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The real world.

over the Pacific Ocean.

Hai Shan slowly opened his eyes.

The golden fruit tree had been compressed to the size of a palm and floated quietly in front of him.

The once dense foliage now resembles a delicate bonsai, with eyes hanging on the trunk that are not yet fully closed.

Around the fruit tree, five small dolls sat in a neat row.

Pan Nanjun, Suiyuan, Bailiyuan, Huang.

And Zhuo Zhao, who was just released.

The five dolls are in different poses.

Baili Yuan looked unconvinced.

Sui Yuan lowered his eyes.

Huang seems to still be trying to bite off the ink threads that bind him.

Zhuo Zhao tightly gripped a broken bronze mirror.

Hai Shan examined it carefully for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly.

"really."

He stretched out his finger and gently teased the last remaining leaves of the golden fruit tree.

The leaf trembled violently with anger, opened one tiny eye, and glared fiercely at the sea mountain.

Hai Shan didn't care at all.

It was simply a matter of rearranging the five dolls neatly.

"It's best to have a set of figurines."

Chapter 128 The History of Time

Chapter 126: There are many happy endings here.

March 2020, 12 AD.

In the real world, over the Pacific Ocean.

As the 1.296 billion Dao [Three True Ones with Sun, Nirvana Without Branch], symbolizing the end, fell into silence.

The painting, conceived from mountains, sea, and moonlight, has finally returned to tranquility.

One hundred and forty-four phases of the moon slowly rotated in the high sky.

They drew closer, overlapped, and eventually reunited to form a complete full moon.

The myriad magic weaving machines that filled the sky then retracted, and countless mechanical structures and magic circuits disappeared into the lunar surface, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The ocean has returned to its original deep blue.

The moonlight shone on the gently rippling water, breaking into a quiet, silvery white.

If there weren't so few fish beneath the surface, no one would be able to tell.

Not long ago, the solar calamity, powerful enough to engulf the entire Milky Way, fell here in its entirety.

After suppressing all his aura, Gao Haoguang slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't leave immediately; instead, he raised his right hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

A few jet-black particles detached from the armor of the Rune of the End, transforming into a complex string of instructions that only he could understand.

[Start self-check process.]

The next moment, the heavens and earth trembled slightly.

From the depths of the now fully restored moon, a signal traveled back across mountains and seas.

[Command confirmed.]

[Battle log completed.]

[Self-check process initiating...]

Upon hearing the feedback, Gao Haoguang narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The war is over.

The Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries was refined into a false past along with his six lives and five lifetimes by Hai Shan, and Xia Chuan personally handled the battle in the Corpse Realm.

From any perspective, the victory of the three truths is an undeniable fact.

But Gao Haoguang still did not relax.

The fully unleashed Sun Sword is powerful enough to cleave half the solar system in two.

When personally activated by him, the sword wielder, the sword was able to reach the true pinnacle of killing in the world of supernatural powers.

What just fell was a total of 1,296 million blades.

That can no longer be simply described as "powerful". If it were to go out of control, its power would be no less than that of a supernova explosion that would sweep across the galaxy.

Even if only one in a billion of that power leaks into reality, it would be an irreversible catastrophe for both the supernatural world and the mortal world.

Gao Haoguang has always been confident in his ability to control himself.

But confidence and confirmation are never the same thing.

He wouldn't leave this place until all the lunar phases had completed their self-checks and confirmed that there was no lingering power of the Sun Sword in the world.

Gazing at the tiny points of light that kept twinkling on the moon's surface, Gao Haoguang suddenly remembered something from many years ago.

At that time, Jiang Mingzi was still alive.

One day, the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the World mysteriously summoned the three of them together and said that the Three True Ancestors of the past had left behind a true legacy for future generations.

That is the best sword in the world.

It is formed by the combined natal magic treasures and talismans of the Three True Ancestors, and carries the supernatural structures left by countless predecessors. Its name is the Supreme Myriad Magic Sword.

Getting carried away with the presentation, Jiang Mingzi even pinched her nose and admitted:

"Under extreme circumstances, this sword is even slightly stronger than my [Three True Bright Child Sword]."

After saying that, he deliberately stretched out two fingers, making a gap so thin it was almost invisible.

"It really is only a little bit!"

Gao Haoguang was still young at the time, and he was indeed completely taken aback.

He stared at the crystal ball in Jiang Mingzi's hand, which sealed away an ancestral treasure, and couldn't help but ask:

"More powerful than my paradoxical supernatural power?"

Jiang Mingzi's smug expression froze instantly.

"Uh……"

He remained silent for a long time before explaining with difficulty:

"Its functionality is definitely not as good as your strange and wonderful supernatural abilities."

After all, those magic talismans of yours will make people kill themselves in a moment.

"To claim that something that didn't happen has happened is something no normal person would think of."

"But its lethality is definitely stronger than your spell talisman."

Gao Haoguang was even more surprised: "That amazing?"

"Then how many powerful magic talismans is it equivalent to?"

Upon hearing this question, Jiang Mingzi immediately turned red in the face, like a turtle with its neck being choked.

The words were already on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say them.

grandma's.

This kid in front of me can print 36,000 powerful magic talismans in a single breath.

Even if all the three true disciples of the past generations combined, and practiced for their entire lives without eating or drinking from birth, they probably couldn't print as many copies as this kid in a single minute.

Jiang Mingzi suddenly realized that this supreme sword of myriad laws, which had been passed down as miraculous by the patriarchs, seemed to be of no use at all in the hands of his three disciples.

Haishan is no longer needed.

He can simply borrow whatever magic weapon he wants from history. If there's nothing suitable, he can even create one himself and then turn it into real history.

Xia Chuan doesn't need it either.

Denying the power of all laws is too authoritative. Even the most powerful magic weapon, if it falls into his hands, would probably only be crushed by him at will, proving that it is not as sturdy as advertised.

As for Gao Haoguang...

Needless to say.

He could print out in the blink of an eye what the masters had spent their entire lives refining.

Jiang Mingzi remained silent for a long time, and finally could only stubbornly try to find a reason for the existence of this ancestral sword.

"In short!"

"I sealed this thing inside a crystal ball."

"You'll definitely need it in the future!"

Gao Haoguang couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle as he recalled Jiang Mingzi's stubbornness at the time.

After all these years, the "Zuhao Sword" still never came in handy.

It probably only has collectible value left.

But Gao Haoguang was not disappointed.

He just suddenly felt a little nostalgic.