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Although Chu Junyin has entered a state of seclusion,
But even though he had let go, these blood vessels were still running in an orderly manner under the control of his subconscious mind.

At the same time, as the way of heaven was overturned, the whole world fell into a doomsday-like chaos.

The wind was howling, lightning was flashing and thunder was roaring, the earth was cracking, and the mountains and rivers were shattered. The originally prosperous Aurora Realm had turned into purgatory.

Moreover, the passage leading to the Mingguang Realm within the realm is blocked by the Yuan magnetic field, which makes it impossible for any cultivator to escape from this desperate situation.

As a result, those monks who were unfortunately trapped here, without any power to resist, became Chu Junyin's nourishment.

At this moment, Chu Junyin's consciousness is fighting against the way of heaven.

You know, the Heavenly Dao represents the supreme power in the world.

Although the strength of the Aurora Realm Tiandao is not strong, it is just like an ordinary god.

But with its vast size, it is by no means comparable to that of ordinary gods.

Therefore, in order to completely wipe out the will of heaven and swallow it completely into the body,
For Chu Junyin, this is undoubtedly a painstaking process and it will probably take a lot of time.

So while this confrontation was going on, Chu Junyin gradually entered a state close to sleep.

At the beginning, Tiandao was able to gain a slight advantage by relying on its huge scale advantage, which brought considerable pressure to Chu Junyin.

However, as time went on, offense and defense gradually changed.

As the blood vessels continued to devour the Aurora Realm, its coverage became wider and wider, which directly led to the weakening of the power of the Aurora Realm's Heavenly Dao.

Gradually, Chu Junyin began to gain the upper hand in this confrontation.

In this way, a full thousand years passed, and Chu Junyin also swallowed up most of the Aurora Realm's Heavenly Dao.

During this long period of time, the entire Aurora world fell into a state of doomsday.

The world that was once full of vitality and vigor gradually became lifeless, and all the light disappeared.

Frequent earthquakes caused the earth to tremble, rivers changed their courses, riverbeds shifted, and the once abundant inspiration was completely cut off.

At this moment, the destruction of the Aurora Realm is no longer limited to a certain point or local area.
Rather, the whole world is facing the possibility of disintegration at any time.

At this critical moment, the last sword intent left in the world by the Aurora God was also absorbed by Chu Junyin.

Chu Junyin integrated this sword intent into his own field without hesitation.
It not only possesses the unrivaled sharpness of the Aurora God's sword intent,

It also strengthened his own spirit and will to an unprecedented level.

It can be said that this sword intent played a crucial role in his fight against the way of heaven.

You must know that the Heavenly Dao of the Aurora Realm originally recognized the Aurora God as its master.

Therefore, this innate sword intent, to a certain extent, naturally has the ability to suppress the laws of nature in the Aurora Realm.

Although this thousand years seemed like a long time to Xie Que, he did not take it to heart.

After all, with his current level of cultivation, any progress would require patience and hard work.

Compared with Chu Junyin, Xie Que's progress in practicing the magical power of "Xiyuan Erxiangshen" can be said to have made great progress.

After a thousand years, he has successfully cultivated his body to perfection and is making an impact towards the final string body.

The erosion of the Buddhist world by the Hongmeng Parasitic Art is like a prairie fire, which is getting more and more intense.

The already vast and boundless sea of ​​blood is now expanding, and its scope is almost equivalent to a small world.
And the depth is unfathomable, as if leading to the end of the world.

In fact, the realm of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art between the two of them is not much different, but the targets they want to conquer and devour are very different.

After all, even if hundreds of millions of Aurora realms were combined, it would be difficult to compare with the scale of the Buddhist realm.

Moreover, Chu Junyin has cultivated his body, but this is by no means something that can be accomplished in a flash like cultivating his original body.

When he reaches the body, he still needs to receive the massive amount of information brought by quantum entanglement.

The amount of information is beyond imagination. It will probably take Chu Junyin more time to fully digest it.

However, he can also choose to shut off his senses to the outside world, thereby blocking out this information.

This is not all.

In addition to processing this information, he also has to establish a connection with the long river of time through personal customization.

Although he is different from other Gods of Creation and does not need to be baptized by the Light of the Universe to cultivate a Godly Body of Creation,

But after he has mastered the skill, he still needs to gradually adapt to the impact of the cosmic light.
Only in this way can he travel freely through the long river of time as he pleases.

The same is true for other abilities that a God of Creation should possess.

Each item requires Chu Junyin to spend time to slowly become familiar with, master and adapt.

In this way, time passed quickly, and more than one hundred and fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

In this way, the days passed one by one, and no one knew how much time had passed.

Chu Junyin only felt that he seemed to have fallen into a deep and silent sleep that seemed like an eternal night.

One day, the Aurora World finally collapsed and disintegrated completely!

At the same time, the Heavenly Dao was also completely refined and absorbed by Chu Junyin.

In an instant, all the details of what had happened in the Aurora Realm over the past hundreds of thousands of years came together.

Whether it is the insignificant moment of a flower blooming, or the earth-shaking act of the Aurora God creating this world,
All this information poured into Chu Junyin's mind like a flood.

The vast amount of memory and knowledge overwhelmed him, which brought him unprecedented insights and improvements.

However, this also caused him to be overwhelmed by the sudden massive amount of information.

In this silent sleep, his world of consciousness was gradually filled with countless heavenly information.

The information poured in continuously, like a surging tide, one wave after another, with no sign of stopping.

At the same time, the memory of the Aurora Lord, which lasted for 800,000 years, was like a heavy mountain.

Slowly pressing down, gradually covering up Chu Junyin's original memory...

In his consciousness, the memory seemed to be eroded by the wind and frost of time.

One by one, the roots began to break fragilely, eventually dissipating into the invisible, and finally returning to nothingness.

Gradually, he forgot who he used to be.

Even the magical power "Xi Yuan Er Xiang Shen" that he had created with his own hands, also faded with the passage of time.
He had completely forgotten it in the corner of his memory, as if it had never existed.

In the sea of ​​his memory, it was a chaotic and hazy realm.

Countless fragments and pieces are intertwined and collided in it, but it is difficult to form a clear picture.

However, in this chaos, there is a ray of light that remains constant, standing firmly in the deepest part of his soul. That is the Aurora Sword Intent. Even if everything around him has been forgotten, this sword intent is like a brand engraved in the depths of his soul, which can never be erased.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a vast ocean of information flow.
Each stream of information was like a surging wave, rushing towards him with endless power and the unknown.

He was like a lone boat in the ocean, facing the overwhelming impact, looking so small and helpless.

The information was like a sharp blade, cutting his mind and making him feel an indescribable sense of suffocation.
It was as if the whole world froze at this moment, leaving him alone struggling.

The suffocating feeling was like a pair of invisible hands reaching out from the darkness.

It gripped his throat tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe or struggle.

He seemed to be sinking into an endless abyss, unable to escape.

Chu Junyin clearly felt that his will was sliding towards the abyss of darkness at an unstoppable force.

The darkness was like a bottomless pit, ruthlessly devouring everything he had, as if it wanted to make him sleep in it forever, never to wake up again.

Just when he thought he would be completely submerged in darkness,

Suddenly, a force so powerful that it was beyond imagination came suddenly and pulled him out of the bottomless darkness.

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When Chu Junyin opened his eyes again with difficulty, he found himself on the top of the peak where the Tianguang Holy Land was located.

Time flies, and when he opened his eyes again, three thousand years had passed.

The majestic and imposing top of the sword no longer exists.

Instead, there is only a scene of broken walls and devastated ruins.

He looked around blankly, his eyes empty.

Those unforgettable past events have now become a thing of the past.
It disappeared without a trace, leaving only an endless sense of confusion in his heart.

But in front of him, there was a monk.

This monk looks ordinary and unremarkable.

He was wearing a tattered robe, holding a bowl, and looking at Chu Junyin with a smile.

But those eyes seemed full of compassion, as if they could see through all the confusion and suffering in the world.
It gave Chu Junyin an inexplicable sense of security.

"Who... who am I?" Chu Junyin frowned, his eyes confused and empty.

He stared blankly at the monk in front of him, muttering to himself.

Hearing Chu Junyin's question, the monk raised his head slightly and stared at him with eyes as calm as water.

The monk slowly opened his lips and said in a low but unusually loud voice:

"You are Chu Junyin, the Aurora God who is feared by the world, and the master of this sword!"

As soon as the monk finished speaking, his voice, like the morning bell and evening drum, echoed in Chu Junyin's ears, reaching deep into his soul.

These sudden words were like a bolt of lightning, striking Chu Junyin's confused heart.

Instantly, a strong tremor spread throughout his body.
His originally numb mind trembled suddenly, as if an invisible key opened the tightly locked door of his memory.

In an instant, every bit of the past came flooding back into my mind like a surging tide.

Vivid pictures flashed through his mind.

Finally, after a painful struggle, Chu Junyin slowly opened his eyes, and clarity gradually returned to his eyes.

He took a deep breath, a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face, and he murmured softly:

"So, I am Chu Junyin..."

However, at this moment, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked the monk again with a puzzled look on his face:

"Then... who are you?"

The monk shook his head slightly, and then a sigh escaped from his lips, and the sound seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space.

He spoke slowly, his voice gentle: "All things in the world are born because of fate, and they also disperse because of fate. When fate comes together, all things appear and are full of vitality; when fate disperses, everything returns to nothingness, without a trace. This is the truth of the universe, all things are empty, neither existence nor non-existence, it is just a matter of thought."

"As for the name, it is nothing but an illusion."

"My name is Shariputra. I am fortunate to serve under the Buddha, listen to the Dharma, and practice to attain enlightenment."

There was no trace of arrogance in his tone, as if there was only devotion to Buddhism.

Upon hearing this, Chu Junyin knelt on his knees without hesitation, leaned forward, and lightly touched the cold ground with his forehead in the most pious posture.

"It turned out to be a great monk in person. I am guilty of not recognizing the great monk."

At the moment when Chu Junyin's forehead lightly touched the ground, countless fragments of memory surged in like a tide, drowning him.

Those memories were like broken mirrors, flashing with past lights and shadows. He suddenly seemed to see countless "selves".
In different time and space, on this holy land, he practiced swordsmanship diligently and sweated profusely.

The images were so clear and every detail was vivid, as if just yesterday he was still on this land, dancing with the sword and resonating with the wind.

As these memories gradually revived, Chu Junyin felt that an unparalleled and majestic sword intent was gushing out of his body like a volcanic eruption, which could not be contained.

The sword intent was extremely sharp, like the aurora across the sky in winter, frightening and dazzling.

I saw him slowly stretch out his right hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, and then slowly draw the sword out of the sheath.

In an instant, the sword flashed with cold light, like a roaring dragon suddenly soaring into the air and tearing the sky apart.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shocked by this shocking sword light. The sky suddenly changed, and the wind and clouds surged.

Chu Junyin closed his eyes, held his breath, and silently recited the sword formula in his heart.

Then, the tip of the sword in his hand gently touched the ground.
In an instant, with the tip of the sword as the center, powerful sword energy spread out continuously like surging waves.

These sword energies intertwined and entangled with each other, and finally converged into a dazzling sword light. Its brightness was so bright that it even overshadowed the scorching sun in the sky and rushed straight into the sky.

Chu Junyin shouted: "One sword opens the sky!"

In an instant, the sword light was like a meteor falling rapidly from the sky, crossing the vast sky at lightning speed.

At the same time, the power of the sword was like Pangu creating the sky, causing a crack a million miles long to appear in the sky.

At this moment, the blood species in Chu Junyin's heart gradually fell into silence.

However, Shariputra, who was standing by and witnessing this scene, sighed softly, "Good."

Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze directed towards the high and deep sky, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, gradually outlining a faint smile.

"Although you have a demonic heart..."

"But I can also control my inner demons..." (End of this chapter)