Chapter 1285 The Final Chapter: The Severe Insomniac Returns to His Homeland During the Eternal Death Period

The deep space is infinite, nothingness, silence, all the worlds seem to have disappeared, everything seems to have died, what you see is like the kingdom of the dead, the passing scenery.

Wang Xuan is on the road, this is his own journey.

One universe after another, like rotten leaves, scattered on the side of the road, lifeless and dim.

At least, in the eyes of the extraordinary, the heavens and myriad worlds are different from the past. In the era of eternal silence, there is really no light of mythology shining.

If it was in the past, there would always be a faint fire in some areas, but now looking around, the endless deep space and countless universes are all silent.

"I can't return home and was forced to run away. Who is that short-haired, flat-headed man?" Wang Xuan drove the boat across one dark area after another, passing through multiple universes.

The journey is too quiet, no one is with him, no one talks to him, he can only talk to himself and distract himself.

It was okay at first, and even ordinary people could bear it for a while, but later on, even the superhumans seemed to be "blackened" after years of not seeing the light.

"It's no wonder that those creatures who have lived for many epochs are very abnormal. People who have survived the dark night and cold winter of tens of epochs are prone to mental problems."

On the way, Wang Xuan parked occasionally and "docked" in the deep space sea, approaching certain big universes, and then, he took the road of the highest spiritual world and landed in the fancy universe.

He can't walk the road in the real world, and can't break through the cracks in the universe.

"In the dark, the heart wants to see the light." He came to the world of ordinary people just to make himself normal, otherwise, he was afraid that something would happen to him.

In fact, he doesn't need to worry about these things at the moment, because he has just been on the road for a few years, and he is just taking precautions in advance, fearing that one day he will sink in the dark.

The so-called "all worlds are extinguished" refers to the realm of mythology. There is no light, and it is completely dark, devouring all extraordinary factors.

However, there is nothing wrong with the world of ordinary people, the normal big universe, and mortals still live as they used to.

Even, mythology has never arisen in many universes. For Zhushi, it is more normal to have no extraordinary universe, and mythology is just a "mutation" of a few heavens and earth.

The bustling crowd, the crowded city, although Wang Xuan shuttles through the sea of ​​people, he is out of place. Even if he seems to have known each other, it is difficult to blend in. As an extraordinary person, this is not his world anymore, especially when there are no familiar scenes in the similar scenes. people.

On the contrary, in some monster society, he stayed for a few more days. In the jungle city, the giant golden retriever gnawed on the bloody beast legs. While greeting the neighbor warmly, he quickly ransacked her home after the neighbor left. .

On the dusty and barren planet, some kind of rocky creature was yawning, and cast a disdainful glance at Wang Xuan who communicated with it.

"God, what is that? It has only lived for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years? It's ridiculous. It's as small as dust. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep."

It looks down on the communicator, thinking life is too short. Of course, the so-called communication is naturally the fluctuation of the spiritual level.

Wang Xuan was very surprised. This time he landed on a special planet and encountered this kind of rock monster. It can live for millions of years, and even the oldest one has already passed 100 million years. It is a real "longevity species".

However, that's all there is to it, most of their lives have been spent in silence, and after such a conversation, they will sleep for tens of thousands of years.

Generally speaking, they are not much better than ordinary stones, they hardly move, and they just have a part of not-so-clear consciousness.

"Retreat, practice? I started off for millions of years in one sitting, and our ancestors spent hundreds of millions of years in retreat. Are gods comparable to us?"

After hearing these words, Wang Xuan left without any desire to explore, just a group of stones that could speak.

He sailed again, and he was also practicing on the way. He drove a small boat in the mist, traveled through the world, passed one universe after another, and sailed to a distant place.

"At the end of the deep space, in the past, the present, and the future, in the real land, is there no living thing? Extraordinary people who are still panting, come out, chat and fight." Wang Xuan shouted.

This is the cry of the severe "insomniac" after the arrival of eternity. He really "can't sleep". In this special time, he is still very energetic.

However, the mythical universe that withered like fallen leaves was all decayed, and there was no response from any living beings. He did not know how far he had traveled along the way, and everything he encountered was dead, and he was the only one talking to himself.

When he thought that it would take at least hundreds of millions of years for the myth to revive, he suddenly felt like he was about to collapse. It has only been a few years, and he felt monotonous, boring, and unbearably quiet.

Wang Xuan tried his best to turn himself into a chatterbox, and said: "I want to go back to the mother universe to take a look, but I was too young back then, and my knowledge was too shallow, so I didn't leave any coordinates. Alas, I can't go back for the time being."

In fact, leaving the coordinates in advance may not be so accurate. Many universes are always changing positions and moving all the time.

Just like now, although he left the coordinates of No. 1 and No. 2 extraordinary sources, after hundreds of millions of years have passed, it is still very troublesome to find them. Of course, becoming a true saint is another matter.

"Lu Breaker with short hair and silver hair, have you followed? Let's fight again!" This is the journey of "Insomniac" Wang Xuan. I'm afraid I won't be able to speak for a long time.

It's a pity that even though he shouted along the way, there was nothing unusual. The mythical realm of the heavens and worlds was dead silent, and no one paid him any attention.

"Gods, giant beasts, all saints, don't they have anyone who can fight or survive? It's time to wake up, get up, and come out with one."

The deep space is silent, there is only a small boat, shrouded in thick fog that outsiders cannot see, Wang Xuan sails across the ocean, all the way, this is a journey that is destined to be extremely lonely.

After the arrival of Eternal Silence, the True Sage can wake up for a long time, but in the end, he still can't bear the mysterious erosion and falls into a deep sleep.

Of course, they can wake up during the process if they want to, but they will be very tired after a long time, so they still have to sleep for a long time in the end.

A person without a goal, wandering in the heavens and worlds, traveling in the deep sky that is as dark as the deep sea, will undoubtedly feel that the days are like years.

Fortunately, Wang Xuan has his own destination, and he has a plan before he goes on the road. He wants to get the most important scripture first, which is the accumulation of endless essence.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already collapsed during such a dark journey.

"It seems that there is no extraordinary civilization to be found along the way. There are no miracles born, no pure land beyond the six sources of mythology, and no civilization that has its own mythical world. The splendor of the past was formed by the radiation of several sources. The 'firefly group', 'star group'." Wang Xuan sighed.

In the end, he didn't plan to search any more. This kind of journey was too slow and didn't fit the rush plan. He was afraid of missing a huge opportunity due to too long a delay.

For him at present, if it is the fastest path, it must be the highest spiritual world. The physical distance is far less terrifying in the spiritual realm.

Of course, this kind of road cannot be taken by ordinary people.

The highest spiritual world is quite dangerous. Chaos and thunder, 14-color wonders, avenue vortex, etc. will appear at every turn. Smooth road.

Of course, in the highest spiritual world, it is not surprising that holy death incidents occasionally occur.

It is unpredictable, unpredictable, and there are certain variables.

"It's really strange that the highest spiritual world has always existed. Although it is dim compared with the past, it has not been extinguished after all."

There is no doubt that the lower and middle spiritual worlds are weak and almost disappearing, and the higher spiritual world has become a desert, and only the highest spiritual world can still be maintained.

"Is it because there are infinite beings in countless universes, so can the highest spiritual world be maintained forever?" Wang Xuan naturally has reason to believe that the highest spiritual world is rooted in the living, and it is the continuation of their spiritual power, nourishing this field.

He pondered: "Perhaps, Chaofan can be considered from another angle. It originated in the highest spiritual world. After all, it has not died out so far."

Researching from this angle, he said to himself: "In short, the extraordinary originates from people's hearts?"

But he immediately shook his head again, this is just one road, not very perfect and reliable, the general source of supernatural should be formed by the interweaving of multiple roads, and finally emerge.

In the 3rd year of Yongji, the source of No. 1 myth, Wang Xuan went on the road alone. After 6 years of wandering in deep space, he officially entered the highest spiritual world in the 10th year of Yongji, and began to take this shortcut.

Wang Xuan's goal is the distant homeland, the old extraordinary center that has lost all its aura, which has been abandoned by the source of mythology for more than two hundred years.

He has lived there for more than a thousand years. In a sense, it is definitely not an exaggeration to call it his second hometown, which is longer than staying in the mother universe.

"More than two hundred years have passed, the supernatural there should have almost come to an end, alas, I don't know how many joys and sorrows have appeared."

Wang Xuan shook his head. He had personally experienced that kind of battle in the past, and sent away a whole generation. Thinking about it until now, he still feels a little sour in his heart.

He went back this time not to pay tribute to the deceased, not to cherish the past, but to the greatest opportunity that he might encounter in this life.

Long before the Great Migration of Mythology, the moment he set out on the road, he had hesitated for a while, whether to leave or not.

Now, he was attacked by the fake leader and drove him out of the source of No. 1 myth, so he can just turn around and find his own most important path.

When he left, he left many traces in that universe, determined the coordinates, and imprinted his royal runes in the higher spiritual world.

It is expected that in the past two hundred years, even if the worlds are shifted and all universes are changing, the old center can still be found, and there are still laws to be found, and there is no disorder.

Sure enough, the highest spiritual world is full of crises and various variables. If he hadn't been hiding in the depths of the mist and driving a boat, he might not have gone far.

Occasionally, a big crack in the spiritual world would suddenly appear, enough to tear apart the primordial spirit of an extremely different person in an instant.

As for the 14-color spectacle, there are infinite murderous intentions, even if the true saint falls into it, he may be severely injured.

Before Wang Xuan took control of the boat, he tried to travel in the spiritual world, and found that it was unbearably slow, hindering the physical body, and it was far from fast in the real world.

"Among the true sages, I'm probably the only one who can travel quickly, right?" he said to himself.

Then, not half a year later, he almost had an accident, a piece of mental decay, with a terrifying aura, was almost hit by him when he was sailing at extreme speed.

"This... At least it's the spiritual old skin shed by the supreme true sage, right?!" That ferocious skin has entered his foggy area, and it still exudes a terrifying holy power.

He observed briefly, lingered, and hurried on the road. It was a product left over from unknown ages, so there was no need to go deep and trace it.

Along the way, Wang Xuan witnessed the dangers of the highest spiritual world, as well as the magnificent and colorful, magnificent spiritual rivers and mountains, boundless spectacle storms, remaining spiritual remains, and many strange plants in the spiritual realm, like a boundless painting. The boundless immortal picture scroll, spread out, seems to be a real world.

Unfortunately, there are no detached ethnic groups to inhabit. Even those plants have no complete consciousness.

Wang Xuan traveled in the highest spiritual world, even with an unimaginable speed, it still took 25 years to get close to the abandoned old center.

The main reason is that although he can have a vague premonition of the general direction, he is still in the realm of aliens after all, and there are always errors in the guidance of the coordinates to him. He needs to constantly correct it, so even if he rushes with all his strength, it will be delayed for a long time.

But this is far faster than rushing in the real world, otherwise, God knows when he will come back by taking the road of deep space.

Finally, he was approaching, sensing the familiar world, and at this moment he was in a daze.

"What line is this?" When he came to the edge of the highest spiritual world corresponding to the old center, he saw a line, which was dim.

He manifested the Black Pot of Eternal Silence, tried to touch it, and then snapped, the thread broke.

"The causal line?" Wang Xuan was surprised, what year is it, and there are fishing guys? It's outdated, the source of the extraordinary has been transferred away.

However, it's really not that he cut the fishing line on purpose, he just explored it a little bit, and it was almost decayed by itself.

Wang Xuan walked forward and entered this once incomparably glorious and bright area.

"Where are the saints? Is there anyone who hasn't made it on the road? It's time for me to leave!"

At this moment, Wang Xuan was shocked to hear this voice, and couldn't believe his ears, it was the aftertaste of the holy level, and it was an acquaintance!