Chapter 205 Wonderland? Cage?

[Extreme Ancient] Tang Xuan learned about the fact that the path to the promotion of the New God was cut off when he was talking to Wallis Guo. He originally wanted to get the method of becoming an Ancient God from Wallis Guo. , but Wallis Guo told him that [Jigu] blocked the birth of new gods.

No more new gods will be born.

At that time, Tang Xuan didn't understand why [Ji Gu] wanted to cut off the promotion path of the new gods. As an ancient god, [Ji Gu] does not need to cut off the possibility of the ancient god's continuation even if he is close to humans.

But now it seems that if cutting off the path to the promotion of the New Gods will help fight against the end, then [Jigu]'s behavior has a reasonable motive.

Facing a final disaster that is almost impossible to defeat, any extra chance of winning is precious. If it were him, he would do the same.

But he still doesn't understand. How will preventing the birth of a new god help fight the end?

The most direct impact of preventing the birth of new gods is to reduce the number of ancient gods. On the surface, there seems to be no benefit, unless reducing the number of ancient gods itself helps fight the end, and the effect is better than increasing the number of ancient gods.

But what's the reason?

Why are there so many ancient gods that are not conducive to fighting against the end of the world? Is it related to faith?

The clues ended here again. If he wanted to continue exploring in this direction, he needed more information.

Tang Xuan's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"Little friend, what did you think of?"

Baipao Hongjun interrupted Tang Xuan's thinking.

Tang Xuan buried the question in his heart for the time being, and his thoughts returned to his conversation with Baipao Hongjun. He asked: "Since you have guessed that the resurrection of the ancient god may be related to the end, why do you still want to talk about this? Time to bring the immortal back to the main world?"

The Immortal Era was once destroyed in the end, so we should stay away from the end. Why would we step forward at the critical moment when the end may come? It cannot be that we have mercy on the lives of this era.

Baipao Hongjun let out a long sigh. He once again cast his gaze into the distance and whispered: "Because this world is about to collapse, and it must be supplemented by strength from the outside world."

This reason is tenable. After the destruction of the Immortal Era, the surviving immortals have escaped the end several times in this world, and the spiritual energy plundered from the ancient times has been exhausted.

However, Tang Xuan still did not express his approval. He stared at Baipao Hongjun calmly, waiting for Baipao Hongjun to give him evidence.

"well"

With a heavy sigh, the surrounding illusion began to collapse, and an invisible black hole seemed to appear beneath the two of them, swallowing up everything around them.

The surroundings became pitch black again.

A few seconds later, the light spread out in all directions with the white-robed Hongjun as the center, showing the real scene here to Tang Xuan for the first time.

The two of them were sitting on a round platform.

With this circular platform as the center, countless haggard people sat cross-legged on futons. They stretched into the distance in circles, arranged neatly, and the edges could not be seen.

These people's faces were ashen and motionless.

Even though his whole body was covered with dust, the futon beneath him had long since rotted into a pile of rotten grass with a stench lingering around him.

There was silence everywhere, and the air was filled with dead silence.

Tang Xuan was shocked to find that there were six people seated close to the round platform, five men and one woman, which seemed to match the number and gender of the prehistoric saints.

At this moment, he felt extremely shocked.

He murmured: "They."

Baipao Hongjun replied calmly: "They are all dead."

Tang Xuan asked: "Where is Sanxiao?"

Baipao Hongjun shook his head: "Dead."

"Where is Zhao Gongming?"

"Dead too."

"Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti?"

"All dead."

"How is this possible?!" Tang Xuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "Didn't you successfully escape the end? Sanxiao also interacted with us through the Conferred God List and lent us the golden scissors. If they are all dead, yes Who lent the golden scissors?”

Tang Xuan's eyes were firmly fixed on Baipao Hongjun.

He was sure that the Golden Dragon Scissors were real, so the stories told by the Golden Dragon Scissors should also be true, and the immortals should all still be alive.

Why lie to him?

Baipao Hongjun saw the distrust in Tang Xuan's eyes, and he comforted him in a calm tone: "Little friends, there is no need to panic. Although our bodies are dead, our souls are all placed in the illusion. As long as this small world does not If we collapse, we won’t really die.”

As the words fell, the surrounding light dimmed, and the bodies of the immortals gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Tang Xuan remembered what Baipao Hongjun said in the illusion just now - this is where we live.

It turns out that he was being vaccinated at that time.

His mood calmed down a little.

"So you abandoned your real body and entered the fantasy world to survive?" Tang Xuan was a little confused, "Why do you do this?"

In his impression, immortals are straightforward and unrestrained and should not do such self-deceiving things.

"We have no choice. The end is far more terrifying than we imagined. If we don't do this, we won't be able to survive at all." White-robed Hongjun sighed, "We spent most of our spiritual energy to get through the end. The remaining spiritual energy needs to maintain the existence of this world, and there is no surplus to support us in doing what we want to do. In order to continue, we can only enter the illusion."

If so, who would want to do that?

Baipao Hongjun had too many emotions accumulated in his heart.

As a creature born at the beginning of the prehistoric world, he experienced the birth, development and decline of the prehistoric world completely. He served as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao for a long time. He had a higher understanding of the prehistoric world than ordinary immortals. He can be said to be the immortal who felt the decline of the prehistoric world the most.

Many years ago, the immortals lived a very carefree life.

Holding the white phoenix tail, sweeping the clouds of Nanshan at night.

Deer drink in the cold stream, and fish return to the clear seashore.

When resting, they turn into a bean on the vine, enjoying the breeze and the drizzle; after waking up, they turn into a meteor and fly into the sky, startling a flock of flying birds and escaping into the clouds.

Everything was so beautiful, but now it has become a long life in a cage that is so long that no one knows whether it will end.

They once cherished their bodies very much, and tried their best to collect many natural treasures and forge them in various ways, but in the end they had to give up their bodies, turn into spirits, and live in the illusory world.

The immortals want to return to the main world.

Not only because the exhaustion of spiritual energy will lead to the collapse of the world, they need new power to replenish. But also because they have had enough of this kind of life.

They are free and easy immortals who travel from Beihai in the morning to Cangwu in the evening. Compared with being trapped here without freedom, they would rather die in the original end disaster.

Tang Xuan nodded slowly: "I understand, it seems that your situation is much worse than I thought before."

He originally thought that the immortals lived a self-sufficient life in the small world, but he didn't expect it to be such a miserable situation. The body was completely abandoned in reality, and the consciousness escaped into the illusion. Paralyzed self, lingering.