Chapter 922 Creating a World, Origin of the Night Race

"Is this the scene when the world was created? It's too shocking. What kind of terrifying power is needed to create the world."

Yang Qingxuan looked around, amazed.

At this moment, he is the only one left in the world. It seems that when entering the world, everyone's landing point is different.

"This is just a small world of Xumi mustard created through formations, which is different from the big Zhoutian world we live in." A strange voice sounded in the void.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and said in shock, "Who are you?"

The voice said, "You can call me Yaheng."

"Yaheng!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback.

"Yaheng! Is it really you?!"

The star ring in Yang Qingxuan's hand flashed, and a ray of light shot out, transforming into the figure of Ziyuan, calling out eagerly, and looked around.

"Hehe, Ziyuan has made great progress during the few years I've been away." That voice was full of kindness and tenderness.

Ziyuan's nose was sour, and she couldn't help crying: "Yaheng, where are you? Come out quickly."

Yaheng said: "My real body cannot come out. To maintain the birth of this world requires a steady stream of energy. And once this matter starts, it cannot be stopped."

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Can't stop? Then this world..."

Yaheng said: "It will continue to expand, and then move away from the Black Sea again and float into the void of the universe. Or it will be attracted by a certain plane, form a stable state, and then evolve on its own. Or, before integrating into the Zhoutian Great World , it will suffer turmoil, and direct destruction is also possible.”

Yang Qingxuan said in amazement: "Then before this world becomes stable, you won't be able to escape?"

Yaheng said: "Yes, after this world spreads, it will absorb the power of the Zhoutian universe, evolve and expand on its own, and completely escape my control. The only thing I can do is to maintain its balance as much as possible. It crumbles at birth."

Ziyuan asked anxiously: "Is it a long time, I won't see you?"

Yaheng smiled lightly: "Yes. But don't worry about me, as long as this world exists, I will still exist."

Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but said: "Why do you want to create a world and bind yourself?"

Yaheng said: "In the long years, I don't have much power left. Even if I don't create this world, it has come to an end. Instead, integrate my life into the world, and I will live the same life as this world. And this is the last thing I can do for the elves."

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Integrating life into the world, isn't that... equal to death?"

Yaheng's voice said with a smile: "Everyone's definition of life and death is different. As long as the world is formed, my consciousness can sleep in it, and I will wake up one day."

Ziyuan cried: "It must be you who gave me the martial soul, that's why the life faded away."

Yaheng comforted her and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Creating a world belonging to the elves is a dream I had early in the morning. I am very happy to be able to practice it at the end of my life."

"The world of the elves..." Yang Qingxuan said in shock, "Are there any tribes of elves in this world?"

Yaheng said: "There are, but not many. Ziyuan, your task is to lead the people into this new world, and I will close the world door to the outsiders. If it goes on for a long time, I will finally be able to reproduce the prosperity of our family in the past. "

Ziyuan was startled and said, "So I'm really from the elves. What's going on? What about the Queen of the Night? Is the Queen of the Night also from the elves?"

Yaheng suddenly smiled "hehe", and said, "The Queen of the Night is also an elf, but I'm not sure if she is a 'human'." There was a chill in his tone.

Both Yang Qingxuan and Zi Yuan were shocked and listened quietly.

Yaheng continued: "The rise and fall of the elves is bound to the 'Book of Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth', which contains detailed records of the rules of all things, and only the blood of the royal family can understand this book. Vera was a seal ancient Yao, used the pupil of the dark night to release the terrifying power inside it, which made the fighters in the entire Yin Wu Temple have a qualitative leap in their realm. But this power spread like a virus and could no longer be controlled. It swallowed the entire The elves also devoured the heroes who sealed Gu Yao back then. As a result, a strange race appeared in the world, named: the Night Clan. In fact, all the Night Clan are just poor people whose souls have been eroded by the power of the night. "

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "Erosion of the soul? Does this power have great side effects?"

Yaheng sighed: "This kind of power is obtained by exchanging souls. Once possessed, children and grandchildren will become slaves of the dark night. Although the pupil of the dark night is one of the three most precious treasures of the elves, it is also the most treasured in the world. Evil things have always been sealed by the royal family and are strictly forbidden to be used. But Vera's battle with Gu Yao broke the seal."

Ziyuan was inexplicably panicked, and said in a trembling voice, "Then what happened next?"

Yaheng said: "Later, Gu Yao was sealed, but the pupil of the dark night could no longer be closed. A steady stream of terrifying power flowed out of it, polluting the earth and eroding the living beings. At this time, Vera also realized the seriousness of the problem , but the big mistake has been made, and it cannot be undone. So she sacrificed herself, and sealed the pupil of the night again with her royal blood and soul."

"Ziyuan, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Qingxuan was startled suddenly, and saw Ziyuan covering her head with her hands for some reason, trembling in horror, as if she was very afraid and in pain.

He hastily stepped forward, held Ziyuan in his arms, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Ziyuan raised her head, her face was pale, two lines of tears could not be stopped, she sobbed, "I...don't know...I...inexplicably...feared..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid. With me here, no one will hurt you." Yang Qingxuan cared softly, stroking her hair gently.

"En!" Ziyuan nodded heavily, and her trembling body calmed down, but the tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably, soaking the clothes on Yang Qingxuan's chest.

Yaheng's long sigh came from the sky.

Yang Qingxuan asked facing the sky: "What about later?"

Yaheng said: "In the ancient times, the elves were the most powerful race. After the battle of Gu Yao, they completely declined. But except for the core members of the elves directly led by Vera, in other places in the thirty-three days, there are still The existence of the elves. Among them, there is such an elves in the Zushan in the south of the Xuanling Continent. Different from other elves, this tribe has one of the three great treasures - the Golden Bridge on the other side! And I was born there."