Outside the Great Peacock Ming Palace.

The Demon King looked solemn, raised his feet and slowly landed on the first step leading to the palace gate.

Mu Zu and Hua Guang were equally serious, with a hint of hope in their eyes, and a little nervous looking at the Demon King.

For members of the 12 Binxiang family in Sanliancheng, the Great Peacock Ming Palace really has an extremely special status.

They grew up in countless legends about this palace.

Legend has it that this palace hides the mystery of the universe.

Legend has it that this palace has the art of becoming a saint.

Legend has it that this palace can turn the world around and seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

There are many more legends.

The most outrageous legend is that when Sanlian City is facing a desperate situation, as long as someone enters the Great Peacock Palace and obtains the legacy of the first generation of Great Peacock King, even a vegetable can become a god or a saint.

As members of the Bodhi clan and the Utan clan, Muzu and Hua Guang were not qualified to enter the Great Peacock Ming Palace even if they had the opportunity to enter the Sanlian Realm.

This is the power that belongs to the Great Peacock Royal Family.

But today, the Demon King allowed them to enter together. This made Mu Hu and Hua Guang not excited, serious, or nervous.

Wu Tieya watched one of the foot of the Demon King gently land on the stone steps.

Then the Demon King's body stiffened there.

His eyes became holey, confused, his body twitched slightly, and the expression on his face changed instantly, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, sometimes hideous and distorted, sometimes warm and affectionate.

Lao Tie's voice sounded in Wu Tie's ears: "Xiao Tie, you are so honest... Why tell them the truth? The Demon King is a generous little guy, but that green-haired little girl is obviously thinking about you."

Wu Tie smiled slightly.

Mu Hu is thinking about himself? So what?

He told the Demon King frankly that the seeds of heart left by the ancestors of Sanliancheng were obtained by himself.

This matter has been on Wu Tiexin for a long time. If it is an enemy, you can take it if you take it, but the Demon King is not an enemy, but a friend.

So, after speaking, Wu Tie felt relaxed, comfortable, translucent, and no longer had any burden.

When a big man acts, he should be so bright and open. As for whether Mu Hu holds a grudge against him, whether he will use any means to make things difficult for him in the future... Wu Tie can break the tail of her man's big snake, and then break her out claws.

However, after all, I took away the things that originally belonged to Sanliancheng. Wu Tie was thinking about whether he could compensate them.

In this damn world, Sanlian City does not lack gold, silver and jewelry, cultivation resources, and food and water sources. So what else can compensate them?

Only knowledge.

Knowledge is the most precious wealth in this world, and knowledge and wisdom are the most powerful power.

Based on the foundation of Sanliancheng, Wu Tie believes that the Demon King can use this knowledge well and maximize the power of this knowledge.

Wu Tie smiled, nodded to Mu Ju, then imitated the appearance of the Demon King, carefully raised one foot, and slowly landed on the first step.

A low sigh rang in my ears.

Long and ancient, it seems to penetrate the ancient room that has been covered with dust for countless years, and the undead from ancient times sighed in his ears.

Wu Tie had goose bumps all over his body. He widened his eyes but found that he was no longer in front of the palace.

He was in an endless darkness, with great pressure around him and extremely high temperature.

Chaos torrents were like giant pythons who had eaten and drunk enough, swimming slowly around lazily. They were invisible to the naked eye, but Wu Tie could feel their existence.

Huge and magnificent, contain endless energy and endless crises.

The thickness of each torrent...the normal concept of distance units can no longer describe them, and a word suddenly flashed through Wu Tie's mind, "light years".

The thickness of these torrents is at least light-years.

And it is not one or two, three or five light-years, at least a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand light-years.

What is the diameter, what is the length?

This is a terrifying existence that is beyond the limit of normal people's perception. In the face of these terrifying, slowly squirming torrents of chaos, Wu Tie is not even an ant.

Endless fear came.

Fear drowns Wu Tie's soul like a tide.

There is no light in ancient times, and the surroundings are lonely. Only these arrangements are high and low, no distinction between front and back, no origin, and no end, and no knowledge of the existence of chaotic existence.

Inexplicable fear comes from the depths of the soul, from the bottom of the bone marrow, from the blood memory of every cell...

In other words, to describe it in the words of the knowledge system inherited by Lao Tie, endless fear surged out of the genes of every cell.

This is the memory of the ancestors, this is the fear of the origin of blood.

Wu Tie was trembling all over.

At this moment, he had no "body", and Wu Tie, who was trembling all over, could not sense his own body.

This is the tremor of the soul.

Fear came in waves, Wu Tie opened his mouth to yell, but he was powerless to speak or yell. All his actions were futile, and the endless dark chaos drowned everything and controlled everything.

Everything belongs to "nothing" and "confusion".

All concepts of "existence" and "existence" are erased.

Even these chaos torrents themselves are "nothing" and "chaotic".

They sometimes exist and sometimes die.

Sometimes they collide and rub against each other, but there is no movement or change in quietness. Everything continues to be turbid and confused, and no changes that Wu Tie can perceive.

I don't know how long it took to be in this darkness.

Ten thousand years or ten million years?

In the boundless fear, Wu Tie's body, or his soul, passively recorded the trajectory of those chaotic torrents.

It is also incorrect to say that it is the trajectory.

It's just that they've been operating in the void.

Some primitive, chaotic, vague, indescribable traces.

One billion years or ten billion years?

Wu Tie vaguely felt that the trajectory changes of these chaotic torrents rubbed against each other and collided with each other.

Because of "confusion", there will be "change" in the end.

Although no concept of "existence" and "existence" have been bred, "change" itself is a kind of "existence".

‘Existence’ and ‘change’, this dark void is not absolutely pure ‘nothing’.

Wu Tie has become accustomed to the fear in his heart.

Fear has evolved into awe of heaven, earth and nature.

And this awe made him calmer and remember this "change" of "existence".

A trillion years or a trillion years?

Who knows how long it took?

Just on Wu Tie's body, or his soul, there was a trace of chaos in this dark void. When the primitive aura was breathing, light appeared in the extremely distant void, unknown distance from Wu Tie.

A meteor-like light bounced wildly in the void and refracted at an astonishing speed. In other words, this meteor-like light had exceeded the definition of speed by normal people.

In this chaos, dark void, everything is "nothing" and "chaos".

Therefore, the concept of "distance" actually does not exist.

If you have to forcefully define this meteor-like light, the distance he passed through in the boundless darkness, is probably equivalent to hundreds of millions, billions, and hundreds of billions of continents like the ancestral land of the Wa clan.

In an instant, he flew past dozens, hundreds, and thousands of chaotic torrents.

It is like thunder, with a terrifying and sharp aura that is as strong as killing all things.

Wu Tie widened his eyes hard.

So he saw the strange existence in the streaming light.

It was a strange beast with a strange body, a round body, a round head, no facial features on the face, only a few unformed small airflows were slowly rotating.

In other words, this strange beast has no exact form.

He is a chaotic mass, a primitive airflow, barely thriving with the blessing of some kind of force.

Wu Tie suddenly felt a little throbbing in his heart.

His blood was trembling, and he knew the name of the strange beast for no reason.

'chaos'!

This strange beast is the legendary "chaotic"!

Wu Tie suddenly laughed. Among the many classics that Master Hui had read in Sanliancheng, "Chao" was divided into ferocious beasts such as "Baoshi".
To be continued...