mtlumby2d Chapter 1772
Chapter 1772
Each restructuring requires a massive amount of resources and willpower.
One hundred years, three hundred years, five hundred years...
Time loses its meaning in the Great Desolation.
Only Ning Feng's golden body shone ever brighter with each rebirth.
The dark gold color grew deeper and deeper, and the patterns of laws became more and more complex, as if the laws of birth and death of the entire universe were engraved in it.
He walked in the silence as if walking in his own territory.
The power of annihilation could no longer easily corrupt him; instead, it became a tool for him to temper himself.
After hundreds of rebirths and transformations.
On this day, a Daoist chant, seemingly the creation of heaven and earth, emanated from Ning Feng's body.
Buzz,
The dark golden light bloomed spontaneously, not dazzling, but carrying a profound and eternal weight that suppressed the eternal blue sky.
Every pore on my body is breathing, and what I'm breathing in and out is no longer spiritual energy, but the most primordial chaotic energy that is a mixture of annihilation and vitality.
The cracks on the gold body completely disappeared, leaving it flawless and radiant.
An aura of perfection, flawlessness, and indestructibility permeated the air.
The Supreme Golden Body of Heavenly Dao has finally reached perfection.
……
"Finally, it's done."
At this moment, with just this golden body, he was able to withstand the innate supreme treasure and tear apart the universe with his bare hands.
He felt his power had reached an unprecedented peak, enough to tear apart this desolate realm that had troubled him for so long.
The golden body is complete.
Ning Feng stood tall, his gaze like lightning, shooting into the depths of the Great Annihilation.
"It's time to go out."
He let out a low shout, no longer holding back, and his perfect Heavenly Dao Supreme Golden Body erupted with overwhelming divine power.
He pointed his fingers like a sword, and the power of chaos, primordial chaos, return to nothingness, and transcendence within his body perfectly merged, transforming into an indescribable "ultimate sword aura," which fiercely slashed towards the seemingly empty "nothingness" in front of him.
"Open it for me."
Tsk,
A sound like cloth being torn apart rang out.
He actually tore a huge gash in that utterly empty and desolate realm with his supreme power.
Beyond the opening lies not the familiar universe and starry sky.
Instead, it is a surging, colorful turbulent flow of spacetime.
Almost simultaneously, the Annihilation Barrier, torn apart by Ning Feng, triggered a violent chain reaction.
The power of the Great Annihilation itself clashed with the power of the external spacetime turbulence like water and fire, resulting in a terrifying impact and explosion.
Rumble.
Infinite light and darkness are born and annihilated, and the laws collapse in droves.
This place, which had existed for countless years in absolute stillness, was forcibly broken by external forces for the first time.
In an instant, they were plunged into unprecedented chaos.
Ning Feng was at the eye of the storm, his perfect golden body shining brightly, resisting and absorbing all the destructive energy that was rushing towards him.
He seized the opportunity, his figure transforming into a streak of dark golden light, instantly plunging into the turbulent flow of spacetime.
"Finally... out."
However, he did not return directly to the Heavenly Dao Battlefield.
Instead, they were swept along by this chaotic spatial-temporal current, rushing towards the unknown depths of spacetime.
The turbulent currents of time and space are surging.
Ning Feng protected himself with his perfect golden body, no longer as passive as last time.
He actively navigated the turbulent currents, like a surfer, weaving through fragmented snapshots of different eras.
He witnessed the tragic end of the primordial era, with the Dragon Emperor shedding his blood and all races withering away.
He saw the hardships of ancient times, when our ancestors struggled against nature.
He witnessed the splendor of the Middle Ages, a time of intellectual ferment and brilliant civilization.
He also saw the oppressive atmosphere of the near-ancient era, where the Way of Heaven manifested, order gradually solidified, and shackles were slowly forming on all living beings...
He was not a bystander, but rather he personally "stepped into" the desolate end times of these eras through divine thought.
He felt the unwilling roars of the strongest of those eras, and the despair and fear of billions of living beings at the end of an era.
What shook him even more was that he saw countless familiar figures in these desolate scenes.
Those nine meritorious but crippled Buddhas who once fought against him in the chaotic ancient timeline.