Chapter 940 Traces of the past

Chapter 940 Traces of the past

"It's a mess..."

Adil touched his head, and he couldn't help but have a headache at this time.

How should I put it, with his current strength, in the entire world, no matter where he goes, there is no problem.

Eighth-order supreme powerhouse, this title is not just talk.

In today's Realm Sea, there is no second existence like him at all.

But even so, if you put it in this place, it will become troublesome once you get entangled with those top powerhouses in the past.

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

Inserting Adil into it will undoubtedly become a little troublesome.

Filled in many unnecessary variables to his original plan.

But if you think about it, it doesn't really 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, and maybe even a superpower like Adil will fall.

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

Difficulties of this magnitude are nothing compared to the worst outcome.

Adil sighed softly in his heart, and this thought flashed in his heart.

Reading 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 the longest surviving one does not exceed five hundred years.

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

Why are these people leaving? Where did it go in the end?

Adil 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, to find the legacy of the World Tree from this world, and to promote it.

For this purpose, Adil believes that these people, like him, have incomparable determination, and will never leave easily no matter what happens.

If so, why did these people disappear so quickly?

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

Come to think of it, in this world, there are still secrets that he doesn't know, which has led to the fact that these past supreme powers must be like this.

The specific reasons for this, I think Adil will be able to personally experience it in the future.

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

The temple in front of him was left by a sage named Element. The statue of the sage was repaired and decorated at this moment. Looking at it like this, it seems that it has been many years.

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

Adil is very interested in this.

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

The spacious hall was passed by him, and the surrounding scenery was skipped. In the end, Adil stopped in front of a statue.

The statue looks very tall and is carved with a unique blue jade, which is the image of an old man.

Looking at this statue, Adil's face was calm, he watched quietly, but his face gradually condensed.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable trace left on the statue, which gave him an unusual feeling.

That is the breath that belongs to the supreme power. Although it is very faint now, it is still discovered by him, and that is how it is felt.

The things that the eighth-order supreme powers have come into contact with will leave their imprints, which will not fade even after countless thousands of years.

And on the statue in front of him, there is still the breath of that supreme powerhouse.

It is still very clear to this day, allowing Adil to clearly feel the trace and the terrifying aura.

This supreme power is no weaker than Adil at the moment, and even surpasses a lot in some aspects.

Even if it is the ultimate eighth-order, it is theoretically enough to grasp the power of all the laws in the world, but there is no doubt that there is still some emphasis among different eighth-order to powerhouses.

In the field that the other party is good at, even the same supreme powerhouse will be inferior, and it is impossible to be the same in every aspect.

"This kind of breath seems to be somewhat similar to the ancestor of the wizard, but it seems to be different..."

Adil frowned, and after thinking for a moment, a thought flashed: "A wizard from the past?"

This supreme power, named Element, has a breath that is very similar to that of the ancestor of the wizard, and the breath is very similar to the powerhouse promoted by the wizard.

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

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

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

The purple girl herself was born in the ancestor world, and practiced the path of blood, and finally became the strongest.

In a way, this is an inheritance relationship.

But even so, this does not mean that the latecomers will be weaker than the previous pioneers.

The two sides are only partially similar in the nature of their own strengths. Apart from that, aside from other aspects, in terms of strength, there is actually no difference.

The unknown supreme power in front of him, in Adiel's view, is likely to be a supreme power promoted by a wizard.

The past years have buried too many things, even in Adiel's impression, this supreme power has no trace.

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

Adil flashed this thought in his mind, then turned around silently and left the place.

Time passed slowly.

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

Everything is gradually recovering, and various sounds are constantly being made at this moment.

"All things belong to our Lord, the Lord of all, the God of meekness and goodness..."

In a vast square, an old man stood there and preached loudly.

He was wearing a black robe, which looked a little worn, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time, and had patches on it, which made him look very down.

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

It's just that the pedestrians around him just glanced at him, then turned and left, without any intention of staying too much.

In this regard, Mo Lola was not surprised and did not feel discouraged at all.

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

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

Time gradually passed, and before you knew it, the people around dispersed, and the crowd that was originally lively around gradually dispersed, and now it has gradually become thinner.

But what is surprising is that after the surrounding crowd dispersed, there were still people standing there and did not leave from beginning to end.

It was a very handsome young man, wearing a white coat, and the whole person looked very good-looking and looked particularly outstanding.

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

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Morola was a little surprised, so she smiled and asked softly, "Are you lost?"

The teenager didn't answer his question, just smiled back and said, "Mr. Morolla..."

"Why are you giving speeches here day after day?"

"for what?"

Laura was taken aback.

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

It's just that in this world where sages are constantly being born and real miracles have been shown, his god has neither so-called miracles nor real feedback, so naturally people will not really believe it.

His preaching has always been ineffective. Now, he has only managed to develop a few believers, which is nothing at all.

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

The god he believed in and the belief he developed would disappear immediately 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 just some entertainment products and are 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 by the sages, go to them, and pay homage to the sages.

"I once heard that only those who were sages during their lifetime can ascend to gods after they leave the world."

Looking at Mo Lola in front of him, the young man's face was calm, and he said softly: "Then the god you believe in, which sage is his predecessor?"

The voice fell, and Mao Lola froze for a while, and was a little speechless.

The god he believed in, of course, did not have a predecessor as a sage, otherwise, he would not have been so difficult to preach, that he would be so mixed up.

If the god he believed in was the incarnation of a certain sage after he left the world, then at this moment, he would have already established a church to compete with those true churches.

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

"God's predecessor is naturally a sage..."

Looking at the young man, he looked serious and said softly, "It's just that not every god will come to the world soon."

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

"When he comes to the earth, all the churches of false gods will submit to his feet."

He had a serious face and spoke so solemnly.

"Is it?"

Looking at Maulola's serious face, the young man couldn't help but smile.