Houtu Center, conference room.

One of them threw the recording pen in his hand on the table. The sound of the explosion echoed in the quiet room. In an instant, everyone raised their heads and looked at the furious Zhao Xingzhou.

He no longer had his youthful vitality as before, but became old and tired. His skin was full of wrinkles, his hair was dry and white, and even his backbone that was straightened up was hunched down. It was so hard that people could not believe that this was the founder of Houtu and the riser who stood at the forefront of mankind.

This is so unusual. Not to mention that the lifespan of the rising person is far beyond ordinary people, a monk in the extreme palace can have a lifespan of a thousand years. In this era, except for falling in struggle, there is no phenomenon of the rising person dying due to aging. This is the beginning of all things, and all spirits are embarking on the road. Lifespan is a question that should be considered in later generations.

Zhao Xingzhou's age is only thirty. Even if he is not a monk or an ordinary person, his aging is difficult to explain.

Houtu has extremely powerful science and technology, and has examined Zhao Xingzhou's body again and again. His wife even contacted an expert from outside to treat Zhao Xingzhou, but the results were the same - no reason.

This is natural aging.

Naturally, any means of prolonging life and alleviating it will be useless.

"The creatures that appeared in the Cangmang Sea have become more and more terrifying recently, and the originally stable cities along the coast have fallen again. We who have lost the tower have to rely on the star stones to walk when we learn about the losses!" Zhao Xingzhou growled, and he smashed hard at the table. "Almost all the Cangmang creatures need cultivation, and a few kings who can still resist the Cangmang Sea can only defend their own territory."

"Soon, the next wave will come, Jincheng falls, Dujin Tower collapses, the matrix of the collapsed tower is extinguished, and the towers in the offshore land are all destroyed in the hands of the ancestors. We have no ability to fight against the vast sea. Next, we may have to use this city to resist. How many people in the imperial capital can die, what should they do? Drown in the vast sea, or be grinded by the bones?"

After Zhao Xingzhou finished speaking, he lowered his head and gasped. His current physical fitness was no different from that of an old man, and he was quite uncomfortable.

His eyes swept across everyone in the conference room, and they were silent, and no one dared to look at him.

"Can the Houtu main body be supplied as the operation of the matrix?" In the corner, a slightly immature voice suddenly sounded.

"The imperial capital itself has been given powerful spirits in the past years. Those things may not appear before us, but in the face of the vast sea, these ancient spirits will reappear their great power."

"But that's not enough." Soon, someone refuted and continued to propose a plan, "It's not enough to rely on what people left behind in the past."

Zhao Xingzhou slowly sat back in his seat and felt difficult to walk while standing.

This is not considered the physical fitness of an old man, he is a dying person. He is an emperor who entered the Extreme Palace, and he is about to die of old age when he was thirty years old.

None of the checks found any problems, but Zhao Xingzhou vaguely guessed it.

The blood of that person flowed in his body.

The hot and bright fire was about to be extinguished in his body, just like his life at this moment. And this answer was buried in his heart. He didn't tell anyone, even his wife Li Shishuang. He was afraid of his dreams, so he stayed alone in a room without any monitoring equipment. Even if the world had no doubt about the respect of that person, he did not doubt the world's greed for that power and that kind of creature. Silence began from the dawn of the East China Sea until now.

Zhao Xingzhou gently tapped the desktop, and a record file appeared at his hand.

The "top secret" is blocked above, and the one that opens is named "Dawn of the East China Sea".

A few months ago, a terrifying war broke out near the sea of ​​Yan Kingdom. They cleared all their cards to resist the advancement of the ancestor. The King of Qinling Mountains, the Golden Tree and the Eight Kings of Taihang, the Blood Sacrifice of the Ancestor, the Matrix, the Silver Great Wall, Gu Yan, and the King of Taihang that appeared.

They finally won the victory after paying an extremely tragic price.

But that night, the night after the ancestor disappeared, the King of Taihang was still fighting something in the depths of the East China Sea. Then dawn broke out in the east. The light dispelled the black clouds, and above the sea, the dawn light rose and shone in all directions. At that time, the spirits cheered to celebrate this extremely difficult victory. But no creature thought that that light would be the only dawn in the next few months.

It was also that night that the dark tide began to spread, and the faint green ghost fire became the light of the world. With the night sky, the Changbai King went deep into the East China Sea. His trip defeated the Black tide that should have attacked the imperial capital. Someone noticed what was gently holding in the hands of the Changbai Lord, but the king's body was too huge, and it was difficult for people to see clearly what it was.

This king, who symbolizes lava and fire, only traveled through the imperial capital. He crossed hills and mountains and walked into the depths of Taihang. On the last page of this archive, the picture shows the back of the king.

Someone asked, why did the Taihang King who saved all this not see him?

Someone answered that he was a dragon, and he should walk in the sky, where can we see this king?

dragon……

Zhao Xingzhou smiled bitterly, and at the corners of his eyes, his dry white hair hung down, and he was a little sleepy.

…………

Taihang Mountain, ancient golden trees.

A white ape in half a robe walked through the dense forest and across the lake and sea. He saw a familiar and strange figure on the island in the middle of the lake.

"Tongming Seat? You're here." The old man in a dark clothes sat by the lake. He stretched out his hand and crushed the ears of grain in his hand, sprinkled the big geese swimming in the lake. The big geese rushed to slap their wings, and the goose feathers flew for a moment.

"Nan...Zhu." Tongming's seat paused for a moment, as if he was deflated.

"Sit." The old man patted the empty seat beside him and signaled.

Tongming sat down and looked at the king of Taihang and the lakes and seas, which had changed a lot.

There are more lotus flowers in the lake. The pure white color, the lotus petals are crystal clear, and the bright seat even feels a trace of pure spirit. He can be sure that he has never seen such a lotus. The lotus flowers bloom all over the lake and the sea near the shore of the lake island, like a sea of ​​white flowers, which is thrillingly beautiful.

"This is the lotus of creation." An old voice sounded in his ears.

Li Xi'an's eyes were filled with lakes and seas and lotus ponds. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Tongming's seat, "I will plant it here for the seeds left by a respected predecessor to sprout."

"I just didn't expect it to bloom in a few months, and it still bloomed so beautifully."

"Green mountains and clear waters, ancient lotus ponds and trees." The old man sang slowly, "Even if there is no light on his head, no matter how bright the gold of the old camphor tree is, it is not the same as sentient beings."

Tongming Seal was silent. He suddenly realized that Nan Zhu in front of him was indeed an old man according to his age, but the image of a young man in the past always gave others a sense of youth. But a dragon that has been around for hundreds of years is much older than most living creatures in the world.

Looking at the old man in front of him, the seat of Tongming didn't feel any sense of incongruity, as if he should be like this.
Chapter completed!