v2 Chapter 940： Traces of the past

"Messy..."

Adier touched his head, at this moment he couldn't help but feel a headache.

How should I put it, with his strength at the moment, in the entire world, there is no problem wherever he goes.

The eighth-ranked strongest person, this title is not just talking.

In today's sea of ​​bounds, there is no second statue like him.

But even so, if you put it in this place in front of you, once you get entangled with the strongest people in the past, it will become troublesome.

Adier can be sure that even if the strongest of the past pass away, most of them will leave traces in this world, and even leave various means to prepare for the future.

Adil inserted into it, no doubt, it will become a little troublesome.

He filled in many unnecessary variables in his original plan.

But think about it, it doesn't matter.

The purpose of this trip was originally to discover the secrets of the World Tree and find an opportunity to break through eternity.

It can be expected that this process will be difficult and difficult, maybe even the strongest like Adil will fall.

Before coming here, Adair had already prepared for the worst and expected to meet the most difficult situation.

The difficulty of this magnitude is nothing compared to the worst result.

Adier sighed softly in his heart, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Looking through the memories of these priests, Adil quickly noticed another important point.

These sages who were born in the past basically appeared quickly, and then quickly disappeared.

Even if it is the longest in existence, it does not exceed 500 years.

Such a short period of time, for these Xeons, is almost a blink of an eye, which is nothing at all.

Why did these people leave? Where did it go?

Adair couldn't help but raise this doubt at this moment.

There is no doubt that the reason why these people came here is to obtain eternal secrets, and want to find the legacy of the world tree from this world, so as to promote.

For this purpose, Adair believed that these people, like him, had incomparable determination and would never leave easily even in any situation.

That being the case, why did these people disappear so quickly?

This doubt arose in Adier's heart, and he couldn't help thinking like this at this time.

Come to think of it, in this world, there are some secrets that he doesn't know, causing these past strongest people to be like this.

The specific reasons must be felt by Adair himself in the near future.

This thought flashed through his mind, then turned around and walked to the hall in front of him.

The temple in front of me was left by a sage named Elemental, in which the statue of that sage was repaired, and it was displayed at this moment. Looking at it like this, it seems that it has been a long time.

In the memories of those priests, there seems to be a legend back then, that the original sage was active in this area tens of thousands of years ago, and even personally acted in this area.

Adier is very interested in this.

So instead of leaving immediately, he turned around and visited this place as an ordinary tourist.

He walked past the spacious hall, and the surrounding scenery was skipped. Finally, Adil stopped in front of a statue of a god.

The idol looks very tall, carved from a unique cyan jade, and is the image of an old man.

Looking at this idol, Adier's face was calm, while watching quietly, his face gradually condensed.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable trace remaining on this idol, which faintly gave him an unusual feeling.

That was the aura that belonged to the strongest, even though it was very weak now, it was still discovered by him, and that's how it felt.

The things that the eighth-ranked strongest have touched will leave a mark, and it will not fade even after countless thousands of years.

And above the statue of the god, there is still the aura of the supreme being who was originally on the body, and it is still very clear, so that Adair can clearly feel the traces and the horrible aura.

This supreme being is no weaker than Adil at this moment, and even in some respects, it has to surpass a lot.

Even if it is the ultimate of the eighth order, it is theoretically enough to master all the laws of the world, but there is no doubt that there is still a focus among different eighth-order strong.

In the field where the opponent is good at, even if it is the same Xeon, it will be inferior. It is impossible to be exactly the same in all aspects.

"This kind of aura seems a bit similar to the ancestor of the wizard, but it seems to be different..."

Adair frowned, and after thinking for a moment, a thought flashed: "The wizard of the past?"

This supreme being named Elemental, the aura on his body is very similar to that of the ancestor of the wizard, that kind of aura resembles a strong one promoted by a wizard.

Most of them are related to the wizard system, and it is even possible that they are the strongest being promoted by wizards.

The relationship with the ancestor of the wizard is like the purple girl and the king of the ancestor.

The path of blood was created by the king of ancestors, and the world of ancestors was also opened up by him.

And Zi Nu was born in the world of the ancestors, and cultivated the bloodline, and finally became the strongest.

To some extent, this is an inheritance relationship.

But despite this, this does not mean that latecomers will be weaker than previous pioneers.

The two sides are only partly similar in their own power nature. Apart from that, apart from other aspects, there is actually no difference in terms of power alone.

As for the unknown Xeon in front of Adil, it was very likely that he was promoted by a wizard to the Xeon.

The past years have buried too many things, even in Adair's impression, this strong man has no trace.

I just don't know how many people like this are there.

This thought flashed through Adier's mind, then turned around silently and left this place.

Time passed slowly.

In the morning, the sun rises again and shines on the earth.

Everything is gradually recovering, and all kinds of sounds are constantly being made at this moment.

"All things belong to our Lord, he is the Lord of everything, and also a gentle and kind god..."

On a vast square, an old man stood there and announced loudly.

He was wearing a black robe and looked a little shabby. It seemed that he hadn't been taken care of for a long time. There were patches on it, and he looked very desolate.

And at this moment, he spoke loudly there, speaking to the pedestrians around him.

Only in the surroundings, the pedestrians around just took a look at him, then left and turned and left, without any intention of staying too much.

In this regard, Morola was not surprised, and did not feel discouraged.

He has been here for many years and has long been accustomed to the attitude of the people around him.

Standing there, his face was calm, he silently looked forward, and continued to speak loudly, preaching his own beliefs.

Time gradually passed, and without knowing it, the people around had dispersed, and the crowds that were originally lively around gradually dispersed, but now they have gradually become thinner.

However, what is surprising is that when the surrounding crowd dispersed, there were still people standing there, never leaving.

He was a very handsome young man, dressed in a white coat, and he looked very good-looking, especially outstanding.

He stood alone, unlike the others, he never left from beginning to end, just standing there, looking at Morola in front of him.

"Why don't you leave?"

Morola was a little surprised, so with a smile on her face, she asked softly, "Is he lost?"

The boy did not answer his question, but smiled back and said, "Mr. Morola..."

"What are you doing here for giving speeches day after day?"

"For what?"

Morola was taken aback.

He is just an ordinary missionary, and he has always been like this among countless people in the past, and has never stopped.

It's just that, in a world where sages are constantly born and have real miracles, his **** has neither so-called miracles nor true feedback, so naturally it won't make people really believe it.

His preaching has never been effective, and now he has barely developed a few believers, which is nothing at all. UU Reading

In the eyes of many people, all his actions are just futile.

The gods he believed in and the beliefs he developed would immediately disappear after his death, leaving no trace in this world at all.

In this world, only those ancient sages can truly exist, and those illusory gods are merely entertainment products, not recognized by people at all.

There may be some ancient missionaries who firmly believe in the existence of these gods, but more people will go to the churches left behind by the sages and pay homage to the sages.

"I once heard that only the existence of sages before death can be sublimated to gods after leaving the world."

Looking at Morola in front of him, the young man's face was calm, and he said softly, "Then which sage belongs to the **** you believe in, his predecessor?"

When the voice fell, Morola suddenly stagnated, a little speechless.

The **** he believed in, of course, did not have a predecessor as a sage, otherwise, he would not have been so difficult to teach, that he would be so confused.

If the **** he believes in is the incarnation of a certain sage after leaving the world, then he might have already established a church at this moment to fight against those true churches.

But in front of the young man, he naturally couldn't say that.

"The predecessor of God is naturally also a sage..."

Looking at the young man, his face was serious, and he said softly: "It's just that not every **** will come to this world soon."

"The sage of my **** has not yet come to the earth at this moment."

"When he descends on the earth, all the false **** churches will surrender under his feet."

His face was serious and he spoke so solemnly.

"Is it?"

Looking at Morola's serious face, the boy couldn't help but smile.