As soon as the nine-headed dragon said this, Tong Yan's face couldn't help but show a sneer.

"Can't see the saint? Do you mean, all my efforts have been in vain? Turn me to stone, but say, who can turn me to stone? ”

The hydra didn't answer directly, but it said, "You'll soon learn that everything is predestined. You can't dodge, you can't dodge at all! ”

Tong Yan smiled disdainfully: "I didn't want to hide at all, so why can't I hide from it?" I just ask you, is the saint on top of this mountain? ”

The nine-headed dragon glanced at Tong Yan, and suddenly his figure flashed, and he flew into the distance.

It didn't answer what Tong Yan really wanted to know, but its sudden departure was not a kind of acquiescence?

This strengthened Tong Yan's belief that it was right for him to continue to climb up, although perhaps he might really turn to stone. But as long as you can see the saints, all the effort is worth it.

Taking a deep breath, he began to climb further.

It was not easy to climb such a mountain with his skills, but it was not a lot of effort. As long as there are no more obstacles halfway through, it shouldn't take long for him to reach the top.

Little by little, he got closer and closer to the top of the mountain. The golden palace also became clearer and clearer in his sight.

"The saints must be in that palace, and I must see them."

He secretly cheered for himself, but for some reason, he saw that the "end" was just ahead, but his body became heavier and heavier.

"How so? It seems that there is a force suppressing me, could it be a saint who has made a ghost? ”

He had such cranky thoughts in his head, but even if there was resistance, he still didn't want to give up.

Originally, he could climb 100 meters and tens of meters a minute, but now he can only climb a few meters a minute. The higher he went, the slower he climbed. After more than an hour, he could only drag his heavy body and climb up a few centimeters and centimeters.

If it weren't for the power of the stars in his body that was constantly providing strength, he would feel unbearable pain all over his body even if he was still now.

It felt like he was being pressed down by a mountain, and just resisting that pressure made him miserable.

"I have to persevere, I must not give up. I'm going to persevere, persevere! ”

There was no one to help him, he was on his own. If this breath in his heart was relieved, not only might he fall straight down, but he would also lose the only chance to see the saint.

And just like that, he lasted for more than an hour. At this time, the huge pressure on his body had already crushed his body to a little deformation, and the pain of being crushed into a meatloaf made him feel as if he was about to taste death.

But this is nothing, the most unbearable thing for him is that his consciousness began to blur, and what has supported him until now is not his willpower? But if his consciousness is blurred, he is doomed to failure.

The pain in his body has gradually disappeared, replaced by numbness. He was so sleepy, he couldn't open his eyelids.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be able to sleep for a while?"

This is his inner thought at this time, he is tired, really tired.

"Sleep for a while, can you just sleep for a while? It should be fine, I'll just sleep for a while. ”

He slowly closed his eyes and lay down on the stone.

At this moment, a warm wind suddenly blew, and he, immersed in the warmth, slowly fell asleep.

And what is unbelievable is that his body has also changed at this moment.

The skin, which was originally quite fair, was as if it had been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was no longer rough. His black hair turned gray, as if he had been covered in lime.

Don't...... Is he turning to stone little by little? Could it be that what the imposter and the nine-headed dragon said really happened?

The sleeping Tong Yan didn't realize these at all, he just felt that he was so tired and tired, and he didn't look like he was tired.

Perhaps, he will be buried here forever, and perhaps he will never have the chance to see the saint again, and then stop this catastrophe in the Three Realms.

I don't know how long it was, but he seemed to have become one with the mountain, but a golden object suddenly shone brightly in the snow and ice.

The sleeping Tong Yan had a dream, he dreamed that he had returned to the vast starry sky, and he had become a not-so-dazzling star again.

Maybe this is where he belongs, maybe he should have stayed here.

But I don't know why, he's not happy here, he always feels like something is missing. But what was missing, he couldn't say.

Day after day, year after year, he still stayed in his dreams. His brain seems to have lost the ability to think, and it is really like a star, shining as brightly as possible.

No one can change the saint's decision, no matter who it is, not even a child's words.

After the "wise decision" of the saints, the Three Realms began round after round of purges and rounds of reorganization.

Countless creatures have been completely eliminated in this "knockout game", and there are very few left.

The Three Realms are no longer the Three Realms they used to be, the so-called human realm is inaccessible, and the so-called underworld is empty. Perhaps only the Heavenly Realm is still more lively, but without the worship of the beings in the Human Realm and the Underworld, they seem to have become normal, and their advanced cultivation and lengthy longevity have become meaningless.

No one would know that there were immortals living above the Heavenly Realm, because there were not many people left, and no one looked forward to ascending to the Nine Heavens, because this vast continent was still waiting for them to set foot on it.

The gods and immortals have lost their proud status and worship, and they are no different from ordinary people. What power, what Three Realms Supreme, I'm afraid that no gods or immortals will be willing to pursue these anymore.

What else can they do? Is it counting the days day by day, hoping for occasional gatherings, hoping to meet beautiful fairies? Perhaps, that's all there is to it!

The old life is gone, and what have they gained? I'm afraid there's nothing but boredom. They begin to feel nostalgic for their old lives, for those days when they were not so good but full of hope and challenges.

But what about nostalgia? At this point, nothing can be changed.

Unless...... Unless someone can turn back the clock and get everything back to the way it was.

It's a pity that the only person who can do this has been buried by the ice and snow at the moment and has become a part of the snowy mountain.

The ice and snow do not melt, the cold wind does not stop, can he still wake up?

Wait, what's that?