Above the gray fog

"Can you see me?" Lin Shan looked directly at the white-robed god in front of him.

"Do you think you are humorous?" The white-robed god said coldly.

"......"

The air seemed to fall into a strange silence.

Lin Shan closed his eyes and tried to mobilize the power in his body.

He entered this memory world in a substitution way. His current identity is just a soldier.

Although he also has the level of Sequence 3, he has no authority in his body. Instead, he has another energy center, which is the power system of the old days.

After a while, Lin Shan opened his eyes and asked, "Where to go?"

"Kill the master." The white-robed god said.

"Kill the master? Just relying on those people just now?"

"Enough."

"I don't know the way, you go first, I will be there later."

"......" The white-robed god stared at Lin Shan for a few seconds, and then quickly disappeared from the spot.

Lin Shan thought about it, turned into a stream of light, and chased the traces of the large army in front.

Flying, Lin Shan felt dazed, and then somehow, he had arrived at the destination.

"Kill!"

Contrary to what Lin Shan thought, the target of these old gods' crusade was the Plant Fall Clan.

In the distance, the soul-shaking shouts gathered into an irresistible force, penetrating the vast void. These sounds came from the fierce battle between the old gods and the Plant Fall Clan.

Lin Shan did not immediately throw himself into the battlefield that eclipsed the world. He first observed from a distance. The battlefield was right in front of him, but it seemed to be in another world. The edge of the battlefield was distorted by the boundless power of time and space, and the endless void was also trembling.

At the edge of the sky, a crack seemed to tear the sky apart, like a greedy mouth, constantly devouring the stars and light and shadow.

Lin Shan could feel the cosmic fluctuations caused by the conflict between the old gods and the Plant Fall Clan. What he was in now was not just a war, but a tragic replay of a myth.

The next second, Lin Shan rushed directly into the battlefield. His state at the moment was a bit strange, between reality and illusion, and the aftermath of the war could not cause him any harm.

His figure seemed insignificant in the universe. Compared with the grandeur of this battle, the stream of light he turned into seemed like a speck of dust that had fallen into the mortal world.

Lin Shan watched the battle from a God's perspective. Every detail on the battlefield was magnified by his senses. He could feel that every attack of the old gods was not just an attack, but also an interpretation of the laws of the universe. Every sword light and every ray of energy was an interpretation of the essence of power.

The members of the Plant-Falling Tribe, with their huge bodies, could almost cover the stars. Their random movements could cause the collapse of the void. What Lin Shan saw was just a corner of the battlefield, and in that corner, countless powers burst into dazzling brilliance like a star explosion.

In Lin Shan's sight, the sun suddenly dimmed, and his perspective rose rapidly until he saw three huge figures meet a firebird burning with hot flames.

The firebird was huge and boundless. When its wings swept over, endless stars turned into dust.

Facing it were three gods with their own divine power.

White-robed gods, angels surrounded by halos and wings, and black gods holding giant swords.

The voice of the firebird is like a call across countless galaxies, "Sealer, God, Sigeo, I know your names. Times have changed, why are you still obsessed with the glory of the past, and let the living beings suffer for your own desires?"

"Living beings are suffering? You have occupied Shenzhou. This is our territory. We are just taking back our own things, that's all." Sigeo's voice is low and full of majesty. His words are concise, but like the sound of a bell ringing in the universe, making the sun's brilliance dim again.

"Have you also attacked other masters?" The firebird's question was accompanied by the twinkling of stars.

"The so-called master should not exist." The white-robed god said softly, his voice was ethereal, and people felt a trance when they heard it.

"We, the plant-fallen tribe, are the offspring of this universe. Without us, this universe will also be extinct. Do you really want to destroy us?" The firebird seemed not to want to fight and continued to ask.

"The Plant-Falling Clan can exist, but the Overlord cannot exist." God's voice was full of unquestionable majesty, like thunder echoing in the morning sky, making all creatures who heard it bow their heads involuntarily.

Lin Shan gently stretched out his palm, crossed the distance of billions of light years, and attacked the Rule Throne under the Firebird. Sigeo swung the giant sword, gathered the endless power of the stars at the tip of the sword, and slashed at the Firebird with one sword.

God murmured, "Holy Judgment", a holy sword penetrated the layers of void and appeared above the Firebird, foreshadowing the upcoming ultimate judgment.

The three forces gathered, the world shook, and the Firebird let out a wail, the sound passed through the stars and shook the universe.

The temperature of the world rose suddenly, and all living beings fainted. The space around the Firebird turned into a sea of ​​fire under its wail, and continued to spread, turning a land into scorched earth.

Amid the rumbling sound, the three attacks ignited by the sea of ​​fire collided with the power of the Firebird, causing an unprecedented vibration in the universe.

Even the boundless void seemed unable to withstand the splendor of this divine war.

The battle was so intense that the fundamental structure of the universe was shaking. Wherever the battle went, time and space began to distort, forming one abnormal area after another.

It even temporarily stopped the expansion of the universe, and all laws and order seemed to have lost their meaning.

Lin Shan's perspective kept expanding, and the universe became smaller and smaller in front of him. Similar to the battlefield he had just seen, there was more than one in the entire universe.

There were seven battlefields in total, indicating seven plant masters.

Based on the few words he heard before, plus the number of masters, Lin Shan had probably guessed what time he was in now.

The current time was most likely the first era of gray fog.

Lin Shan's perspective slowly rose, and the universe became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and finally turned into a tiny dot.

Right below this tiny dot, two huge scarlet pupils were shining, and the size of the pupils was enough to fit thousands of light dots as big as the gray fog universe.

Lin Shan's heart sank directly to the bottom of the valley, and he felt cold all over his body.

The next second, his consciousness was in a trance again.

A cold touch came from his palm, and Lin Shan thoughtfully stroked the hard armrest of the chair. He appeared in a hall full of gray fog, and the hustle and bustle of the world was isolated from the outside.

Nearly a hundred high-back chairs formed a closed circle with nothing in the middle, and more than twenty people sat around it.