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Chapter Two Thousand and Forty-Four: A Distant Call


For such an existence, even if Michen's identity is great, even if Michen is supreme, he can't have the slightest pride in front of them.

Because, compared to Michen, they are the heroes of history, the supreme heroic souls, worthy of Michen, give everything for it, give everything.

Respectfully, extremely respectful!

Michen, after nine full rituals, he got up.

Nine times of etiquette, it is already the biggest etiquette...

"These are all heroic souls in my ancient era."

"For the sake of the final victory, for the sake of countless living beings, they chose the ultimate sublimation, they chose the soul, and they disappeared forever, and even their own name was not left..."

"I once asked them, are they really willing to participate in this mortal battle?"

"But do you know what their answer is?!"

The voice of the Zhendao Sword echoed in Michen's mind, and in the depths of Michen's soul, it trembled constantly.

The spirit of the Zhendao Sword is an incomparably ancient existence, not a real creature, and he does not have any feelings, but at this moment, Michen heard trembling and excitement from the voice of the Zhendao Sword Spirit!

"They said—" "Although there is no regret in death, there is no regret in eternal destruction!"

"None of them chose to leave, they chose to live quietly!"

"Actually, they are all clear, even if they don't participate, no one will say anything, because their power has no use at all in this ultimate battle, in this battle of slaughtering emperors."

"But they still participated!"

"They, with that meager strength, at the cost of their lives, still participated!"

"Michen tell me!

You tell me!

” "Are they heroes?"

"Should they be engraved by history and become great sages in the hearts of countless living beings!!"

The spirit of the Zhendao Sword Weapon was roaring, but Michen didn't stop it, because at this moment, Michen felt that his blood was boiling, and he felt that his blood was all hot.

Are they heroes?

They are heroes, the greatest heroes of countless beings!

Are they heroic spirits?

They are heroic spirits, even greater heroic spirits!

They are worthy of any title, and they can bear the worship of hundreds of millions of living beings!

"As long as I exist for one day, then I will build an empty god for them, make offerings to them, and make incense, so that countless living beings will always remember their efforts and everything they have had!"

This is Michen's oath, it is Michen's promise!

Such beings should not be nameless, they should be worshiped by countless living beings, and they should be worshiped by countless living beings!

"You will, others won't, but you, you will..."

"You will definitely tell everything to the world, and you will definitely engrave everything in history!"

"I always believe in you, just as we believed in the beginning..."

The voice of the Zhendao Sword Weapon Spirit completely disappeared, Michen knew that this was the unwillingness of the Zhendao Sword Spirit, he believed in Michen, and after hearing Michen's promise, he was willing to believe Michen.

It's just that the last words of Zhen Daojian made Michen puzzled and confused, but he didn't ask anything more.

Because, the truth will be revealed, and everything will appear.

He'll be able to see it all soon...

Looking ahead, Michen's footsteps slowly stepped out, but at this moment, Michen's footsteps were all trembling, all so gentle, it seemed that he was afraid, disturbing the sleep of these countless great heroic spirits, disturbing their rest.

The innate reed has completely disappeared, and he also knows the existence of this ultimate battle, and at this moment, he doesn't want to face everything that has been, the truth of history.

Here, there are no more calamities, it is extremely peaceful, it seems that even those countless calamities are afraid of disturbing the sleep of these supreme great heroic spirits, and here, they are completely gone.

Walk slowly, Michen keeps moving!

His heart was trembling, his body was trembling.

But his blood is boiling hot.

Michen looked ahead and kept walking...

There are countless supreme weapons, but there are no bones anymore, what exists here is only endless emptiness, just that kind of extreme tragedy.

The aura around him made Michen not moved, he had seen countless existences, but none of them could be compared to here.

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This is the greatest existence of an era, a place of fusion and existence that they have unyieldingly!

It is rumored that this desolate ruin was sealed by the Eternal Holy Emperor, and it was only used as a place for countless living beings to experience.

But Michen finally understands that the truth is not like this.

When countless eras have passed, those beings in the periphery, psychic beings, have begun to endanger the surrounding world, and the most reasonable way is to kill them.

I'm afraid that even those great beings who have fallen in the ancient era, after they know it, they will also agree with this approach!

They are willing to give everything for the sake of countless living beings, so naturally they don't want to threaten the world they protect after they fall.

Here, there is no longer any ability to resist, and with the invincibility of the Eternal Holy Emperor, it will not take much time to annihilate all of this place.

However, he didn't do that, he would rather spend countless forces to completely seal this place than let this place disappear completely.

Because he knows that what is buried here are all supreme heroic souls, heroes of history, and countless sages of living beings!

These existences should not disappear in obscurity, they should be admired by hundreds of millions.

Zhendao Sword, what a great existence it is, smelted the entire Ancient Era, perfect everything, with supreme power, compared to the real imperial weapon, it just lacks the infusion of great eternity.

And the Eternal Holy Emperor chose to give up, and he didn't even take anything here.

This is precisely because of the respect in his heart, the respect for these countless creatures, this ancient era!

"Perhaps, those terrifying tribulations on the periphery are simply the creation of the Great Eternal Saint Emperor..."

Michen finally understood that those calamities should not have been caused by the shocking battle, but later, the great being, the eternal holy emperor.

In this, there are no more treasures, only the resting place of those supreme heroes, where countless great beings sleep.

Their resting place should not be disturbed by any existence, nor should it be disturbed by any existence.

Therefore, the Great Eternal Holy Emperor engraved countless truths here, and created this realm of catastrophe that can be called a Jedi, just to prevent anyone in the future from entering here and disturbing the slumber of these great sages...

Gradually, Michen's pace has begun to accelerate.

For he heard, heard the distant call in the depths!

He heard it, it was a call that was separated by countless time and space, it was a call from the depths of the heart, an eternal call.

That kind of call is something that Michen can never give up, and it is something that Michen has to contact with everything he gives.

Michen didn't know why these things appeared, he really didn't understand.

Therefore, Michen's footsteps are getting faster and faster, he is not afraid, what terror will appear here to hurt him, because Michen knows that here are all great sages of living beings!

How could they hurt those who had been their guardians?

They, never...

The surrounding supreme vessels have disappeared.

Everything around is gone.

What you see here is only emptiness, and what Michen feels is also emptiness!

He knew that there was nothing here, nothing was there.

The shocking battle made everything here completely shattered, and all the power, existence, and everything together were completely gone.

However, Michen's pace never stopped, because it was his name, and it was his name that was called from the depths of this myriad emptiness...