Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

The power of the door shook through time and space, and Sieggel's figure walked into the seventh level of the spirit world.

Sieggel is still very interested in the seventh level of the spiritual world, known as the tombs of the gods, killed by time, and involving the three stalwarts of the underworld, the ancient death god, and the sun god. The reason why he did not come before was only The time has not arrived. With Ymir here, with the help of the power of the door of the infinite, he can actually come in at any time.

　　 The source of the Styx River, the foggy sky, no sight of him, stepping into the seventh level of the spiritual world, Sieggel’s first stop came here.

　　 In the mist, listening to sentient beings screaming in their ears, unbiased, seeing through the falsehood, Sieggel caught the figure of Ymir.

The hexagonal reincarnation plate hangs high, revolving around life and death, and strands of immortal aura converge into a curtain, hanging down, submerging Ymir’s figure, thirty years have passed, with the help of thirty-five spiritual lights and the river of Styx In the special environment of the source of origin, Ymir has undergone a qualitative change on the path of the soul, and his soul has been completely tainted by the breath of immortality.

　　 "It has made great progress, but there is still a long way to go to obtain the proof of soul immortality. Now immortality is just the appearance, it is a rootless wood and water without a source."

　　 Hole in the essence, Sieggel's eyes moved slightly.

　　 Confirming Ymir's state, Sieggel looked away.

　　 "The sun **** has indeed been here, and got a lot of spiritual light here."

　　 affects cause and effect, Sieggel got the information he wanted.

　　 The white mist rolled, his figure dissipated, and Siggel left the source of the Styx in silence. He came quietly and walked quietly, and Ymir did not wake up from the silent state from beginning to end.

The tomb of the Sun God is no longer glorious, and the sight is full of ruined walls. There used to be a number of eighth-tier battles here to fight for treasures. If it weren’t for the extraordinary nature of the Sun God’s tomb, the sun’s divine power remained, it would have long since turned into dust. , Attributed to nothingness.

　　All the way forward, Sieggel came to the tomb where the sun **** True God was buried.

　　 The ground was stained with blood, still bright red, exuding a trace of immortality, showing extraordinary, a white palm and a dark golden unicorn lying quietly in a pool of blood.

　　 "Twelve-winged holy angels and star behemoths also came here, but they suffered a lot."

　　 His eyes fell on the broken palm and the single horn, linking cause and effect, and Sieggel knew it in his heart.

Looking away, Sieggel cast his eyes on the coffin which had been completely opened. Although the broken palm and the dark gold horn are rare treasures, they have the essence of the eighth level, but they have been contaminated with unknowns. Who touched who is unlucky, otherwise The twelve-winged holy angel and the star behemoth would not easily leave them here.

　　 "I hope you can give me the answer I want."

Whispering softly, pieces of broken, bronze-like fragments quietly emerged in front of Sieggel. Although they were broken, there was still a trace of the most sacred and majestic breath, which was truly the name of Damocles. Sword Fragment of the sword of the **** king.

　　Om, the power of the door moves through the seventh layer of the spirit world and the material world of the Liberal World again. The three life-saving gods waiting in the forest of golden oak suddenly felt their hearts.

　　 Fingertips flicked the fragments of the sword of Damocles, feeling the ancient aura in it, and being in the tomb where the sun god’s true body was once buried, Sieggel used these remaining traces as evidence to provoke cause and effect.

　　Causality involves the past, tracing back to the truth of being buried in the past, at this moment time seems to be going backwards, but more fog also appeared.

　　 "The sun **** has already entered the seventh level of the spiritual world. He has found the source of the Styx and obtained a large amount of spiritual light. Using this as a resource, he has made the soul immortal."

　　 Various clues were gathered, and the fog was broken by Sieggel.

　　 The light and shadow were distorted. With the help of cause and effect, Sieggel saw the ancient sun **** tomb. The coffin was half open, and a figure wearing a dark gold wizard's robe appeared and took away the ancient sun god.

　　 On the sun star, the fuzzy figure dropped a drop of filthy blood on the dead body of the ancient sun god.

　　 The light and shadow changed, and it took me an unknown long time. A new consciousness was born in the dead body of the sun god, and the **** evil·sun flower tree appeared.

"not enough."

　　 Let the blurry light and shadow dissipate, turn the wheel of cause and effect, Sieggel continued to trace forward, and this time he touched the boundary, and some powerful person buried this passage of the past with his own power.

　　 Retracement is blocked, Sieggel is not depressed, but there is a look of expectation in his emerald green eyes.

　　 "Sansi Ming, help me."

　　 "Yes, Mianxia."

　　 Obtained Sieggel's order, the three commanders who had been preparing for a long time immediately used the ability of the combined fruit to merge the two into one again, incarnate as the destiny ruler "Moira".

　　 The vast and mysterious river of fate manifests, the power of fate is blessed on Siegger's body, and with the blessing of this powerful force, the wheel of karma shines brightly, reflecting thousands of causes and effects, the smallest details will be exposed, and all the hiding is shattered.

　　The invisible barrier is broken, and the cause and effect continue to be traced back. At this moment, scenes of light and shadow are competing to manifest before Siegger's eyes.

　　 "The way of the gods is really a dead end."

　　 "I'm not willing."

The body of the **** is full of shocking cracks, haunted by bad luck, looking at the empty sky, the sun **** who has manifested his true body sighs. At this time, he no longer despises the spirit of the **** king, more like a twilight. The old man, and beside him is a broken god's realm, where the aura of destruction flows wantonly.

After 　　's words fell, the life breath of the sun **** dissipated completely, and under the action of the reserved means, his **** body and some of his belongings were buried in the grave on the seventh floor of the spiritual world.

　　 The screen jumps, and the sun **** is walking on the seventh floor of the spiritual world.

　　 "The world is too harsh on the gods. The Liberal Arts world is constantly growing. If I don't want to turn into his puppet~www.readwn.com~ there is only one way to achieve the 9th order."

"The future of this road is uncertain. I need to give myself more assurance. Pluto is a good reference object. Although the strength of the wizards among humans is not worth mentioning, their way of thinking is worth learning. What I don't have, I need to learn from others and grab it."

　　 Stepping on the seventh floor of the spirit world, the sun **** finally found the source of the Styx.

　　 The picture jumped again, and the sun **** sat on his **** seat, his face full of solemnity.

　　 "My soul already possesses the same characteristics as Pluto, which can be described as immortality. It is time to hit the unknown ninth order. Time does not wait for me. This is the last chance."

　　 The picture is distorted and everything is blurred.

　　 New light and shadow emerged, the picture returned to the tomb, and the sealed coffin was quietly displayed, with a touch of ignorance, and the breath of the sun **** lingered here.

　　 The meaning of time disappears, and it is almost eternal. I don't know when the waves arose, distorting this characteristic.

The sealed coffin slowly opened, and a figure wearing a gorgeous gown and a crown, with a god-like aura, walked out of the coffin. He took away the most precious sky wings and Damocles among the sun god’s funeral objects. The sword.

And after this god-like holy figure left, the time in the material world has not known how long it has passed, and another figure walked out of the half-opened coffin, his breath is like duckweed, undulating, but his eyes are flowing with the light of wisdom. gosh.

　　 If you compare it from breath alone, the former figure is inherently sacred, while the latter figure is an ordinary mortal.

　　 The fragments are unified, a relatively complete thing has been formed in Sieggel's heart.