Turns out I'm a Great Cultivator
Chapter 921: The Strongest Past
Hearing the words of the Junjun Cultivator, everyone's heart sank.
That's because it's a different possibility. It was blood red everywhere!
Why is it blood red? It was very likely that it was stained with blood!
It was easy to imagine how intense the war was then. No matter how strong one was, they all fought together.
Those whose bodies were not strong enough saw their skeletons eroded and disappear. Those who were strong enough still left bones scattered all over the place.
Yang Jian slowly stepped forward, picking up the rusty sword from the ground. His three eyes lit up as he looked at the sword up close. He gave a surprised expression.
He had just used his third eye to probe the sword, and the result left him shocked.
Xiao Chengfeng asked, “What happened?”
Yang Jian took a deep breath as he said seriously, These swords used to be incredible treasures. It was at least an eighth grade elite treasure! ”
“There is something wrong with the world. The treasure of an eighth-grade elite was something extraordinary, but it was still rotten to this level, ”Tone of heavy Junjun cultivators.
…
Everyone looked at the skeleton, and their hearts jumped even faster.
Even eighth-grade elite treasures rotted to this level. The fact that the skeletons were still around meant.they must have been very strong before they died!
There were so many strong corpses around. What happened back then?
"So klak klak!"
At that moment, the skeleton walked again.
His movements were not fast, and not intelligent at all. In addition to a sturdy body, his skills were average.
"Cut!"
Xiao Chengfeng attacked again, using fifty percent of her strength. The slash flew through the skeleton's head, cutting through it. The skeleton did not wake up again.
As they walked forward, they noticed that not many skeletons could attack. At the same time, Yang Jian used his third eye and saw that the skeleton, be it a beast or a human, was split into two factions.
One side was contaminated with gray fog, and the other side was an ordinary warrior!
Juling Shen said, “So this was the main battle spot of the great war back then?”
The gray fog caused chaos in the world. Back then, no one could avoid a disaster. Even Wisdom itself cracked and ended up lacking. It was a disaster for the entire Origin Realm. All cultivators only had one word in mind, which was war!
Even without going through the battle itself, just thinking about it made one shudder.
“Any frame here has at least been a dictator before. However, after being here for so long, only bones were left, ” complained Cultivator Junjun.
Xiao Chengfeng nodded, “They may leave hatred and grudges, causing the skeleton to attack us.”
The existence here is too strong. Only a piece of hatred could result in dire consequences.
On the way, they killed all the skeletons that tried to stop them as they walked deeper.
An altar quickly appeared in front of them.
The Heavenly Demon King and the others were already on top of the altar. They stood there motionless as they looked at the altar in shock.
There was an altar on the ancient battlefield.
What does the altar represent? What does this have to do with fighting? Who has the ability?
Juling Shen tried to attack the altar, but his spell was absorbed, not causing a single disturbance.
The altar was right in front of them, yet it felt like it was in a different space. No attacks or sounds seemed to be connected.
“Because they are already on top, and fine, it may not be too dangerous.”
Xiao Chengfeng was extremely courageous. He immediately stored his sword and moved, entering the altar. As he stepped on the altar, his body stiffened. Just like the others, he looked in one direction and lost focus.
Cultivators Junjun and the others were exasperated as they followed.
“I won't accept it. It won't take it! Why is everything not going the way I want it to? The sky is unfair. I will fight against heaven and overturn Wisdom. I will decide my destiny!”
The moment they entered the altar, a crazy and arrogant voice sounded. Just from his voice alone, it was easy to sense how powerful the owner was. It was as if heaven was talking to an ant.
The next moment, scene after scene appeared in front of them. As spectators, they saw what happened in the past.
They know that this past is the will of the owner of the voice!
The story is quite cliche.
A pair of childhood lovers are cultivating together. After going through some experience, the girl died right after they started together.
He was burned to death with black flames by a demon cultivator!
The man took revenge in pain, killing the demon cultivators by all means possible, but all that was left was a piece of the girl's soul.
From then on, he tried to revive the girl.
He learned from many masters, and worked very hard, suffering through many hardships. He never gave up the opportunity to revive her. His talent was incredible, and with that aim, his cultivation surged. The hope of reviving it is increasing day by day.
When he reached the Heavenly realm, he reconstructed the girl's love with her soul remaining as the foundation. He created a world for her and lived happily for a hundred years. He suddenly realized that the girl was different from the girl back then. He was just a remnant of the girl's soul, so he didn't revive her!
So, he began the path to revive her.
He tried reincarnation, trying to implant memories. But he was never satisfied. It was because he knew that the revival was just a fake. It was just a way for him to entertain himself. The real girl is dead.
There was only one way to truly revive the girl, and that was to repeat the past!
He wanted to make space and time go awry, and go back to the moment the girl was killed, achieving true awakening!
Merely, how could heaven allow a person whose soul was already destroyed to be revived? Disturbing space and time had already become something that would cause the heavens and earth to lose their balance from the very beginning.
No matter what the man thought, no matter how hard he worked, heaven would not allow him to do what he wanted, even if he sacrificed everything he had.
Wisdom is formless and endless. The past cannot be disturbed, and the future cannot be confused.
After crashing into countless walls, the man finally lost himself in anger. He hated heaven for being merciless, so he tried everything he could to become stronger. His talent was indeed standing on top at that moment. In the end, he became the strongest in the world. He even managed to fuse into Wisdom, forcefully trying to change the past!