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Chapter 1576: The Long River of Time, the Darkness Descends (Update)

In the ancestral land of the Wind Clan, a great war ended, and a generation of supreme Wind Ancestor fell. The vision of blood raining down on heaven and earth had far-reaching consequences.

Some top forces in the nine heavens and ten earths, such as the major immortal families and Taoist sects, have also received the news and are observing the major events happening in this realm through special means.

When Xu Xin's figure appeared in the sky of the Wind Clan's ancestral land, everyone who saw this scene fell silent. The heaven and earth lost their sound. This moment was extremely quiet.

Among the top forces, many people seemed to be under a spell and could not move for a long time.

The destruction of the Wind Clan was something that many people could not imagine. The key point was that Xu Xin's cultivation was not the highest. His "Kill Me" realm was just barely enough to rank among the top masters in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Compared to an immortal family, he was really weak and pitiful.

But it was such a theoretical "ant" that destroyed a "giant". Such a record shocked the universe and really shook the minds of countless strong people, especially those of the Changsheng family who had a guilty conscience. They just felt horrified.

The whole world was shocked, all ethnic groups were discussing it heatedly, and the whole world was in an uproar.

All the top forces are discussing this. Some are happy, some are worried, some are afraid, and some are disappointed.
Different forces have different moods.

"Boom..."

Above the ancestral land of the Wind Clan, Xu Xin took action again to clean up his spoils. The entire pure land of immortals was suppressed by Xu Xin with the "Immortal Monument" into his own Chaos World Cauldron, and everything was collected.

The Wind Clan has since become history, leaving only the word "rebellion" in their ancestral land. This is a shame that no one can wash away for them.

The Wind Clan is powerful. Apart from their ancestral land, they have branches throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

But with the destruction of the Wind Clan's ancestral land, all the top masters were wiped out. The remaining remnants could not even survive and would be torn apart by various forces. The entire Changsheng Family completely became a thing of the past, even more miserable than the descendants of the Seven Kings who were persecuted by them.

The Wind Clan had brought this upon themselves. Firstly, it was an indisputable fact that they were secretly communicating with foreign lands. In addition, all their experts were wiped out, and for the sake of the Wind Clan's interests everywhere, no one would let these traitors go.

The events of the Wind Clan had far-reaching consequences, but they had little to do with Xu Xin now.

After he destroyed the Wind Clan, he set out again, first to the borderland, then to the original imperial city to continue his plans, and then to the nine heavens and ten earths to look for more opportunities.

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The battlefield of immortals is an ancient land in the Infinite Heaven, where true immortals once fought fiercely. Even after an era, there are still too many mysteries there.

Countless years have passed. Ever since the immortal battlefield was excavated and discovered, a large number of cultivators have gone there every year to explore that ancient land.

It was a relic that was once sealed, with many unsolved mysteries. No matter whether one was a strong person or an ordinary person, they might get their own opportunities if they went in.

The night is bleak and this is a devastated land.

The cold moon hung high in the sky, the ground was bare, covered with gravel and cracks as deep as the abyss.

A stream of light fell onto this ancient land, revealing the figures of Xu Xin and the little Qilin.

After Xu Xin killed the Dao, he left the Sky-Horned Ant with Meng Tianzheng and let it follow Shi Hao, the naughty kid. He then took the little Qilin with him, and after destroying the Wind Clan, he continued to travel far and practice, and finally came to this strange place.

Because of Xu Xin's existence, many things have changed, especially Shi Hao, the son of destiny. His cultivation has improved faster than in the original time and space, and he has also been able to use his body as a seed faster, trying to break through to above the gods.

If Xu Xin had not interfered, Shi Hao would still be a naughty kid causing trouble everywhere. It would take a long time for him to accumulate experience before he could break through to become a celestial god, and he would encounter "a kind of difficulty in finding" situation in the future.

But now, the naughty kid is close to success as a seed, and has taken a big step forward in his practice. His strength is many levels stronger than before, so naturally there are more things that have changed. The stars are twinkling, and the reddish-brown land is filled with a murderous aura.

Xu Xin and Little Qilin were walking on the battlefield when suddenly a red tide surged and shadows of beasts appeared, sweeping towards them.

There were groups of red-haired beasts, filling the horizon, galloping and roaring.

Each one was as big as a buffalo, shaped like a mouse, covered with red hair, screaming miserably, staring with scarlet eyes, rushing towards us at high speed, with white teeth visible in its bloody mouth.

This is not an ordinary ferocious beast, but one transformed from the evil spirit on the battlefield, and even has some immortal aura. This terrifying ancient beast is the most difficult to deal with.

When faced with such a tide of beasts, ordinary people could only temporarily avoid them, but Xu Xin and the little Qilin had no intention of hiding at all. They just waved their hands and moved their legs, and killed most of the beasts, leaving only a few remnants to escape for their lives.

The miserable appearance of these ferocious beasts was similar to that of the exterminated remnants of the Wind Clan. Xu Xin had no interest in hunting down such little creatures. He let some of the lucky ones escape and headed straight for the ultimate battlefield of the immortals.

Deep in the battlefield of the immortals, there is a ruined platform. According to legend, in the past, one could become an immortal by climbing up this platform.

Unfortunately, a great war in the past had destroyed this place long ago. Now only half of it remains. It looks like a broken mountain, dark and extremely depressing.

Xu Xin and the little Qilin successfully climbed onto the fairy platform, and then their figures began to blur and disappeared in an instant.

Their bodies seemed to be decomposed into pieces, like falling leaves or rain of light.

Xu Xin's soul seemed to be covered with dust, his mind gradually became dazed, his spirit was floating, and then decomposed. He felt that he had turned into particles, each one glowing, leaving his original world, in reincarnation, in rebirth.

In his confusion, he seemed to see a river, years flowing, time rushing, is that time? It will never come back.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Xin's eyes sparkled with immortal light, and his double pupils protected his body and revived. His mind was shaken and he woke up from his confusion. Feeling the strange state, he turned into particles, one by one, crystal clear, hanging in the eternal nothingness.

And that long river of history roared and whistled past from afar, its waves hitting the sky.

On every wave, there is a peerless hero, with an imposing and extraordinary heroic appearance.

A wave creates an era, and heroes best embody the characteristics of that era. They stand on the waves, shining brilliantly and illuminating the ages.

That is the change of the times, that is the passage of years, that is the ups and downs of the world, and that is the long river of history.

In the blur, he saw one historical change after another, with peerless heroes soaring to the sky, fairies shedding blood, common people lost, and the masses shouting...

Some of these images are clear, some are blurry. Some are recorded in ancient books, while others are unknown and have been forgotten by the world for too long.

Finally, he saw endless darkness descending and eroding the long river.

The mist is endless. It turned into a billowing black tide, drowning everything.

One cage after another came from the darkest end and fell into the long river of time, stirring up huge waves and rising and falling in the river.

A whirlpool suddenly appeared on the river shrouded in darkness.

The light is bright, the place is holy and flawless, and all the black fog has been driven away.

(End of this chapter)