Strongest Villain System

Gu Huang was sitting quietly in a secluded corner. There was a jar of old wine, three plates of spirit fruit, and a plate of beast meat. He drank alone, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing.    

More than a month had passed since the passage of time. He had also officially stepped into the legendary Great Luo. The Heavenly Knife, the bamboo slips, the Great black brick, the system, and Chaos Goddess had all fallen into a deep sleep...    

"Boom!"    

A loud sound came from the inner city. It was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. It was as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had erupted. There were also countless airwaves that were released.    

The sound was shocking. It was suspected that there was a high-level expert fighting in the city.    

However, in this city, any one of them was King, a saint expert. Such a small fluctuation was naturally ineffective against people.    

Furthermore, anyone who could open a shop here had no means to defend themselves.    

A layer of soft defensive light was spread across the restaurant. The impact of this huge movement was that it had disappeared without a trace.    

"Heh! It's starting again. Everyone, don't panic."    

"This is a formation master from the Confucianism who wants to restore the teleportation formation here."    

"It's fine as long as everyone gets used to it."    

The commotion had attracted the attention of many people. When the manager came out to explain, the storm had calmed down.    

"Repairing the teleportation formation. Manager, this master of Confucianism is Qianlong."    

"It should be Master Qian Long. That senior of the Confucianism has been staying in this place for hundreds of years. He wants to restore the teleportation formation here."    

"However, he has spent a lot of effort and cost. I have no idea how many times he has failed."    

"The teleportation formation has become the obsession of Great Master Qian Long. If he doesn't repair the teleportation formation, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave this place for the rest of his life."    

"That's right! This renowned formation master of Confucianism has exhausted all of his efforts, but this teleportation formation..."    

"Who says so? There were even experts from Sacred Academy who personally passed down decrees from Great Master Thousand Dragon. Who could help Great Master Thousand Dragon repair the teleportation formation? The Prime Clear Dao sent over a Prime Clear Dao Token. "    

"During these hundred years, countless great masters participated, but no one was able to restore the transport formation here, to the extent where it couldn't even be repaired."    

"There are rumors that this ancient transport formation contains a great secret, moreover leading to an unknown region. It has long been abandoned for who knows how many years."    

The customers in the restaurant spoke one after another. They also praised the senior from the Confucianism, but they still felt pity for him.    

Such a high-level formation grandmaster had spent a hundred years on this transportation formation that had been broken down for countless years. He had been cultivating in seclusion for a hundred years.    

Perhaps he could advance to the next level, which would make him look like a human, a ghost, or even a devil.    

No one knew why Qian Long was doing this.    

No one knew why Qian Long had such a deep obsession. After a hundred years, the experts of Confucianism and his friends came to advise him.    

However, in the past ten years, almost no one had come. No matter how big the family was, they wouldn't be able to withstand Qian Long's torment.    

The price of repairing a teleportation formation was much greater than building a new one. This was because you had no idea that it was from that era, or perhaps it was from the era before the era.    

The various cultivation systems and civilizations were fundamentally different. In this world, there was no lack of genius experts, but how many of them were able to surpass the past and present, merge with each other, and push out new things?    

Upon hearing this, Gu Huang silently stood up, threw down a few Xiantian Spirit Stones, and walked straight out of the restaurant, heading in the direction of the explosion.    

Obsession?    

For the sake of a teleportation formation, a hundred years was as long as a day...    

For a teleportation formation, to be able to tolerate the eyes of the world, to bear the ridicule and accusations of everyone...    

To even create obsession and inner demons?    

Thinking back to his previous life, he was not the same. For the sake of a formation, for the sake of a rune, he forgot to eat and sleep, and painstakingly studied it for several decades.    

Solitude and loneliness...    

Who would know? Without the hard work that was a hundred times more than an ordinary person's, how could he become the number one person in the world?    

Regardless of whether it was the four great auxiliary occupations or the various unorthodox studies, he still dabbled in them.    

No matter what kind of original intention Qian Long had, just based on his persistence of forgetting to eat and sleep for a hundred years, just based on this disposition and perseverance.    

Gu Huang admired him from the bottom of his heart. Only someone who was so focused and focused on cultivating would be qualified to be called a true master.    

It was his Martial Uncle! Is that you?    

The true source, have you still not given up on searching for Zoysia?    

It was located in the northwest corner of the city. It was an empty area with a radius of more than twenty miles. There was nothing in all directions. The ground was in a mess, and it seemed like it had been turned over from the ground to the ground.    

In the middle of the empty area, a dilapidated altar with a radius of more than twenty meters appeared. There was a broken and decayed bronze pillar in all four directions.    

There were countless ancient patterns carved on it. There were even patterns of the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise Saint Beasts.    

The dilapidated altar was an eight-trigram altar with the Taiji Yin Yang Fish inside, and beside it were the five elemental life and death spirit patterns.    

The damaged Eight Trigrams Altar was extremely damaged, and there were some places where the imprints disappeared, revealing a desolate and ancient aura from the beginning to the end.    

From the surrounding traces, one could tell that this transport formation was extremely ancient, not belonging to this era, even not belonging to this era...    

And beside the Eight Trigrams Platform, a figure wearing a tattered scholarly robe was entrenched. He had a head of sparse white hair, an aged face, and traces of the passage of time. He was a thin figure, and he had a hunched back.    

All of these indicated that this old man was already at the end of his life, and he did not have much time left.    

Especially that pair of muddy eyes of the old town. At this moment, there were two lines of old tears faintly hanging from them. They were lonely, desolate, and hopeless, and even a trace of unwillingness that was revealed from the depths of his soul...    

"A hundred years... an entire hundred years... Countless days and nights..."    

"Why?"    

"[Why is there only one last step left...]"    

"Why? Heavens, what did I do wrong?"    

"What did I do wrong..."    

"I failed, I failed... A hundred years of hard work... One day I failed..."    

"Heavens, why didn't you take me in? Why?"    

"I can't accept this! I can't accept it!"    

The thousand dragons raised their heads and looked up into the sky. They let out a low roar and spat out mouthfuls of blood. They were like savage beasts that had fallen into a hopeless situation. After struggling for countless years, they finally chose to give up...    

Gu Huang sighed slightly and slowly walked to Qian Long. He looked at the broken Eight Trigrams Platform in front of him...    

With just a glance, Gu Huang was able to discern the origin of the teleportation formation in front of him. It was a teleportation formation that was set up using the means of three ancient eras ago. It had been at least an era, or even two...    

Moreover, this was a one-way teleportation formation. Its destination was an unknown region...    

It would be somewhat troublesome to repair it, but it was merely a problem for Gu Huang. Given enough materials, he would be able to build another one in an instant.    

However, there was a huge limitation to this teleportation formation. Regal, who was at least at the Seventh Heaven, could barely withstand the tearing force of the teleportation formation.    

Moreover, the end of the passageway could be said to be quite unstable. There was a 99% chance that it would be sucked into the dimensional whirlpool.    

"Senior, can you tell me why you have spent so much effort and money?"    

"Even though you clearly know that you won't succeed, you still have to try again and again. Do you want to restore the transport formation?"    

"Do you know that this transport formation isn't from this era, to the extent where it isn't even from this great era? The methods it deployed even came from an even more distant great era."    

"With the current system, it's absolutely impossible to repair it. Moreover, even if it's repaired, it's only a one-way Relocation Rune."    

"Moreover, there is a 99% chance that it will be sucked into a dimensional vortex. If you are lucky, you will fall into a world, and if you are unlucky, you will lose all your bones and bones."    

"Senior, I'm very curious. If you tell me the truth, perhaps I can lend you a hand."    

Gu Huang sat on the stone steps of the Eight Trigrams Formation and took out two jars of wine from his spatial bracelet. One jar was directly sent to Qian Long's side, waiting for his reply.    

Martial Uncle, at least this Qian Long from the true source doesn't know me now...    

Qian Long remained unmoved. He was still immersed in sorrow and despair, as if everything in the outside world could no longer make him feel anything.    

He had failed countless times in the past hundred years, but he had still not given up.    

However, this time, he had given up. He truly felt despair.    

Although he was still unwilling to give up, he was destined to accept his fate.    

A promise, but it was only an illusory promise after all.    

"I am in despair, I am unwilling, I am blaming myself, feeling regret?"    

"The Buddhist Sect is talking about fate, the Confucianism is talking about character..."    

"Senior, you've already persisted for a hundred years, and you've already failed countless times. Do you really care about failure this time?"    

"Fortune makes fools of people, fate is unfair, and the heavens are heartless. This is exactly what happened."    

"But if you give up on yourself, who do you expect?"    

"I don't know what's on the other side of the teleportation formation. But it must be very important."    

"Admit defeat. Death isn't scary. What's scary is that you can't recover from your setback."    

"Moreover, you might not necessarily face a dead end in front of you..."    

After saying that, Gu Huang sighed slightly. After unsealing the seal in the Wine Jar's mouth, he raised his head and took a big gulp.    

In a spacious and spacious area of twenty miles, the broken Eight Trigrams Platform, only the sound of the wind blowing, and the melancholy sound of the wine entering his throat...    

Dead and silent, empty and serene!    

Qian Long kneeled down on the Eight Trigrams Platform, still not saying a word. However, he grabbed Gu Huang's Wine Jar, broke the seal, and raised his head to pour it into his mouth.    

He drank almost all of the wine in one gulp.    

"Young man, are you willing to hear a story from me?"    

Qian Long raised his head to look at the sky. His gaze carried endless confusion and longing, and his face even revealed unwillingness and regret.    

"Senior, I like listening to stories the most."    

"I have enough wine, I am willing to be a listener."    

After saying that, Gu Huang took out another ten jars of wine and lined them up on the ground. He quietly looked at Qian Long in front of him.    

"That was seventeen thousand years ago..."    

"At that time, I was just a weak young man, not a disciple of the Confucianism. I was just a disciple of a small family in the dimensional realm."    

"Heh! At that time, I only had one wish: to travel around the world, read the books of the sages, and become a hermit who lives in seclusion. "    

"But until the year I turned 24..."    

"Everything changed because of this..."    

"If she hadn't appeared, my destiny would have been the same as most people. My life would have been mediocre. A hundred years later, I would have been a pile of dirt...."    

Having said that, Qian Long sighed once again. He slapped away the seal on the Wine Jar, and once again took a few gulps of wine.    

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