"Wu Hen, adjust your mentality." Zishi said.

"But they disappeared." How could Wu Hen have no emotional fluctuations? Xu Xia is a junior whom he cultivated. He is doing well in the Holy Sect and is very satisfied with it after seeing it.

This time he entered the Infinite City, and as a saint cultivator Yiyi participated in this great action. If he had sacrificed heroically in the long river of history, Wu Hen might have felt better. After all, all this was his own choice, and he also made contributions to all mankind. But before he entered that period of history, he disappeared because of this terrible time sanction and completely erased from this world.

If the reverse correction of history would wipe away his memory of him, Wu Hen could not feel sadness and sadness, but the state he was in had reached a high dimension. Reverse correction could tamper with all other people's memories of Xu Xia, but could not tamper with his own.

At this moment, everyone else was praying, praying that he was not the descendant of Ye Nuwa's migration to his home, and praying that his ancestors had not been reshuffled by this replay of history. However, Wu Hen had no worries in this regard. Time could not punish him, and his body and soul had transcended the entire dimension, even if his ancestors were the people of Ye Nuwa.

He also died in the battle three hundred years ago, and he could also withstand the reverse correction of history.

"Don't worry, we are not unprepared. Those who participated in this Star Bud Plan have accepted the blessings of Nuwayan. They have a chance to resurrection. Those who have been erased will return to our God.

As long as we break out of the dimension of Cangchu, Nuwa's mother can reshape their lives for them..." Zishi said.

If they break out of the current dimension, they will be able to resurrect?

Wu Hen's mood immediately improved. Although this mission was not 100% successful, giving hope was the best motivation.

"Really?" Wu Hen asked seriously,

"Don't underestimate our Nuwa. She is a high-dimensional god. It is not difficult to resurrect our life in this dimension. It's just that she was very weak in the past and many high-dimensional abilities cannot be used. Haven't you also gained the ability to resurrect once?" Zishi said.

"We Nuwa's mother now have the group resurrection technique?" Wu Hen was both surprised and happy.

I thought that the blessing of resurrection was my exclusive. If I think about it carefully, I can indeed enjoy such a blessing technique. As long as the Goddess of Nuwa remained in a vibrant state, she would not treat every person who made contributions to her unfair treatment.

"Time and space have dimension blockades, and it is beyond our expectations that such things will happen, but the mission of the rest of us is even heavier. We must leave this dimension, otherwise they must abide by the law of causality and effect of Cangchu time and space, and that will not be resurrected," said Zishi.

"Okay, let's go for the rest of us!" Wu Hen nodded.

Three hundred years ago, Infinite City.

A woman in a Vermilion Bird Fighting Clothes flew over the street full of rubble and fragments. Her body was covered with blood from her fellow countrymen. Her white face was covered with brown blood dirt, like a blood-colored mask, covering her delicate and moving facial features.

"Mingyi, we still failed." A man in an ancient fight suit came over and turned around, as if his bones were shattered, and he was moving like a paralyzed zombie.

Mingyi finally squeezed out tears from the corner of her eyes. She was trapped in this history and always felt that she could change with her wisdom and power, but in the end everything was repeating.

The gods three hundred years ago were so powerful that they were trembling. The immortals guarding the infinite city had unparalleled magic power. She watched the ancestors die tragically and watch a once-glorious civilization destroyed overnight.

The sky tonight is particularly weird for some reason.

It is like a mirror of the sky composed of huge night amber, reflecting an infinite city. The infinite city in the sky, like a mirage, presents a tranquility. You can see figures depicted by clouds and mists. They are dressed in different costumes, staring at the stars in the sky in a friendly and harmonious manner, and also seem to be staring at them, who have the stars passing by.

"Scholars say that the starlight we see comes from very far away places. Since it takes time to spread light, if we observe the magnificent light of the explosion on the earth, in fact, the destruction happened hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, and several years ago, depending on how far we were between them." Ming Yi looked at another scene presented in the sky and couldn't help but murmured to himself.

"Yes, when we observed it, everything had happened. Perhaps we were really ignorant and wanted to use the law of time to change this history. Now we can't go back, and there will be no trace of us in three hundred years." said the ancient scaled dragon-clothed man.

"What a pity. I used to think that it was meaningless for the dead to hold a funeral. Now I envy those who have funerals after death. People like us who have been erased by the law are the saddest. A distant interstellar fire has been destroyed and turned into countless starlight. What about us - a grain of dust in the boundless darkness in the universe. No one I know will remember me. There will be no one named Mingyi in that home three hundred years later." Mingyi smiled bitterly. At this moment, the only shiny thing she had was her eyes, and her eyes faced the quiet and peaceful Infinite City.

"Asking high-dimensional life will not be erased from the memories of you." The man in the ancient Panlong battle clothes said, "But no one in our home has reached the high-dimensional realm, at least we did not before entering this period of time and space." Ming Yi said.

"Mingyi, it's us fools who have brought you too much. You shouldn't be trapped in this destructive history. I asked people three hundred years later for help, and I hope they can rescue you." said the man in Gu Panlong's fighting suit.

"I don't care if I'm erased from this world, what did you do?" Ming Yi looked at his grandfather in shock.

"I have built a star map, which is made up of the stars of the gods of Cangchu. It is named Star Mark. Star Mark will guide future generations to move forward. This is the last thing that we frontiers can do for our compatriots. But in the star mark, I have created a god, whose code name is Cangling."

"Cang Ling?" Ming Yi had never heard of this code name.

"You are Cang Leng! Only when they find you trapped in this time and space can they find the bridge leading to Cang Chu - Mingyi. Someone will remember you, and someone will take you away from here by stepping through time!" The man in the ancient Panlong battle uniform was covered with vicissitudes and pity.

"Grandpa, you are confused. The gods of Cangchu hate us and spare no effort to destroy us. If you let the navigator three hundred years later sail along this star sign, it is equivalent to introducing our gods into the abyss of the God of Revenge again and again. The disasters we encountered before were caused by you now, and you cannot do this!" Ming Yi suddenly felt ashamed.

Why is there a group of rebels among the Navigators? They do not aim at the healthy and orderly evolution of the entire Shenduan, but introduce Nuwa Shenduan into a catastrophic trap again and again. This group of people is actually the evil buds buried by their grandfather's return to the past. They thought they could ascend completely along the star sign. In fact, they were all deceived by their grandfather, and they would eventually find themselves here.

If they want to find their place, they must use the time wandering ability of Nuwa Shenduan. Only when Nuwa Shenduan opens the law of time can they return to the present world!
Chapter completed!