3318: C3318 Genesis

C3318 Genesis

"Everything in the past and now is just a joke."

Meng Fan walked in the picturesque illusion as he faced a few old men in white robes. Light seemed to be brewing in the depths of their eyes, as their voices sounded like a eulogy from the Ancient Era.

"Your Majesty the Celestial King, it is our honor to meet you." The few elders bowed. Your existence has already surpassed the song of time and the imprisonment of space. "

Meng Fan looked at the few elders expressionlessly and said lightly, "I came here to take away the universe's wasteland, its last secret and its history."

"Of course, of course. The poet civilization is responsible for recording all history, and here, you can make up for your 'Dao'. Logically, we have to stop you, but we can't, because the thousands of poets that attacked Your Majesty the Celestial King were a complete failure, so what can we do? "

The few elders stepped aside.

The dream-like fog dissipated, revealing a small stone path. At the end of the path was a large and elegant pavilion, which was six stories tall. There were no decorations on the outside, but it looked very large.

"This place has stored it. From the the Hung Meng Era to today's history, an era is only one floor. I only want to see how many floors Your Majesty the Celestial King can reach."

Meng Fan's gaze stopped on the old men for a moment. His body flashed and he went straight to the first floor of the pavilion.

The first floor was dark and gloomy.

The space here was also distorted. From the outside, the pavilion was already very large, but upon stepping in, one would discover that the space was layered and densely packed. Even with Meng Fan's eyesight, he was unable to determine how much space there was in a short period of time.

In the darkness, there were many bookshelves. These bookshelves were already covered in dust, and there were also many spiderwebs. The books were covered in thick dust, and there was no sign of life from them.

Meng Fan randomly picked up a book and opened it. He was slightly stunned, the words in the book had been eroded by time and there weren't many left. Moreover, they were rather ancient words, like the words for a ghost.

"the Hung Meng Era." Meng Fan muttered.

"Yes." "A hoarse voice from the depths of the abyss." In this era, everything was hidden in darkness, but there were already a few creatures that were born. There was light, and the light and darkness intersected, creating an era of gray. There were too many memories buried here, waiting for Your Majesty the Celestial King to open them.

Along with the hoarse voice, a figure slowly appeared from the darkness. It was a stooped figure and looked like the God King. He was leaning on a white cane as he looked at Meng Fan.

Those eyes were as dark and gloomy as this pavilion.

"The dead are like this. They are all yesterday. Your Majesty the Celestial King, can you feel the struggles, confusion, confusion and struggle of all living things in those ancient times?"

BOOM!

The book in Meng Fan's hand instantly released a blinding light. Countless creatures erupted from it. These creatures were all very primitive and ancient. They, too, had fallen and risen up while living in the primal chaos, staring blankly at the world.

Soon after, one book after another, hidden in the darkness, exploded!

Not only the living, but also the mountains, rivers, erupting volcanoes, meteorites falling from the sky, and the laws of change, all covered the entire floor.

Everything had changed.

Meng Fan frowned and spun in a circle.

The floor was gone.

He stood on a charred piece of land.

In the distance, a volcano could be seen erupting. Large chunks of lava fell from the sky, smashing apart the great earth. A few palm-sized creatures were madly running while wailing in pain.

He looked up.

He saw nine suns shining down onto the land.

The earth split open, the volcano erupting, and the nine suns. This was a world of blazing heat.

In the depths of the lava and the rift, the flames gave birth to countless Fire God Spirit that was even stronger than the God King. The weaker ones couldn't even be compared to a single lamp, and the weaker ones quickly disappeared, but the following moment, some of the God Spirit quickly gathered together, forming a powerful Fire God to protect themselves.1

All living beings were like living in flames, all living beings that could survive could think of ways to adapt to the flames. The thing Meng Fan saw the most was an animal the size of a palm, completely purple, looking like a hairless mouse, they ate the charred rocks and searched for seeds that had been sealed for a long time in the crevices of the earth. They were barely able to live, they were very fragile, even the mortals could trample them to death with a single foot, when facing those powerful natural gods, they were true ants.

Law of Light were extremely powerful in this era.

"This is the flaming period of the the origin of Hung Meng Period." "The old man with the cane." It was also the most ancient period in the history of the universe, tens of millions of years ago, there was still no life on this earth, until later, the laws that flowed between the heaven and earth, without any pattern to speak of, under all sorts of coincidences, formed a little bit of a law that was hard to detect, thus thunder descended into the ocean, split open the mountain rocks, and gave birth to some ancient natural deities.

However, that era of thunder and lightning quickly passed by, it was only the beginning of the Raging Flames. Soon after, Law of Light began to rise, and at the place where Law of Light converged, it formed the sun. "

The old man raised a finger and pointed.

"The Raging Flame period has begun. An uncountable number of fire spirits have been born. "

Meng Fan looked at the dancing flame gods and said indifferently: "I once thought that there was no Divine King in the early stages of the Hung Meng Era."

"Yes, the development of martial arts is a long process. At this time, there is no concept of martial arts. All living beings only pray to survive or to let their descendants continue on. Without martial arts, there is naturally no realm." Without Heavenly Dao, there would naturally be no calamity. Strictly speaking, Chaos Emperor is the first God King, and before him, the realm did not exist. The Flame Gods that Your Majesty the Celestial King saw before him were only as strong as the God King, and were only monsters that were born during this period when the Law of Light was too powerful, and they did not have much time to live, and they could only exist for a few years, or maybe even more than ten years. Other than power, in other aspects, such as their mental strength, perception, and so on, they are not God Kings, and they are not even comparable to a normal mortal.

"That's why these powerful natural gods can't create civilization." Meng Fan reached out his hand and grabbed a "hairless mouse" that was running towards him.

The rat that was living off rocks stared curiously at Meng Fan.

In that gaze, besides curiosity, there was also fear.

Meng Fan let the mouse go.

He took a step forward.

With this step, he covered several thousands of meters.

He came to a lake.

However, this was a red lake, a lake formed from lava. "Splash! Splash!" The lava bubbled and bubbled.

Meng Fan saw a giant turtle that was more than 10 feet tall by the lake. Its shell was black and merged with the charred ground. This giant turtle was eating lava.

Soon, Meng Fan saw that it wasn't a turtle.

It was a giant beetle.

"Kun Race." Meng Fan said.

"Yes." "Yes." The old man nodded. Kun Race is one of the oldest of beings, and in addition, today, and in the long period of time that has passed since then, Kun Race are all very powerful races. They are extremely skilled in adapting to chaotic worlds, and at one time, they even challenged the authority of the 'God'. "

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