Strongest Villain System

It was icy cold. The dark universe was deep in space. No one knew how far it was, and no one knew how ancient it was. An endless and brilliant river of stars hung in the sky.    

Other than this ancient galaxy, there was an endless dark and deep void.    

Inside the galaxy, in a corner near the edge of the universe, the nine planets were floating one after another. They seemed to be hiding a blue star in the deepest part of the universe.    

It had not changed for tens of thousands of years, and it was peaceful and lonely.    

One day.    

In the distant deep space of the universe, an elegant young man wearing a white tuxedo and a round hat stepped into the splendid galaxy and landed on the blue stars surrounding the nine stars.    

Not long after, another handsome young man wearing a white battle robe descended, also stepping into the sky above the blue stars.    

The two of them were looking at the blue life stars from afar.    

"The last existence of the Nine States proves that you have lost this round!"    

The young man in the white tuxedo spoke, full of grace and calmness.    

"Who said I have lost!"    

"I never said there were only the two of us in the bet."    

"Fellow Daoist Supreme, Fellow Daoist Primal, are you still not coming out?"    

The white-robed young man stood with his hands behind his back. He then looked into the distant sky and spoke, as though he was filled with confidence.    

"Fellow Daoists, this old Daoist greets you!"    

A sage-like old man riding on a green bull appeared in the endless darkness in the distant void.    

"The bet, we all lost!"    

At the same time, another black-clothed youth appeared, his expression calm.    

"Amitabha!"    

"Patrons, This Penniless Monk greets you. We have all lost!"    

"Our plans and schemes were ultimately not obtained by anyone. We only have this final piece of evidence to prove our existence."    

"How many brilliant civilizations have been born in this remote Gu Jiu Province? And how many outstanding geniuses have existed? If they were given time, perhaps everyone would be able to transcend."    

A Old Monk slowly appeared. That boundless golden light of virtue seemed to be able to illuminate the dark and deep void.    

"Grand, Primal Chaos, Fu Huang, Shijia. I have not lost."    

"You have lost!"    

"Do you dare to play another round?"    

The young man in the white tuxedo roared in the deep space, releasing terrifying ripples that seemed to be able to destroy the universe with a single thought.    

"Amitabha!"    

"Cultivator Shui, why are you so persistent? Why don't you stop here?"    

"You have already destroyed too many civilizations and universes, is that not enough?"    

"There have always been only twelve positions of rulers in the world. Even if you try again, you might not be able to win?"    

Old Monk gave a Buddhist proclamation. Obviously, he did not want to continue fighting with them. It was a meaningless bet.    

"Daoist Shui, stop! The bet was no longer meaningful. After all, there was a limit to the postnate living beings. Breaking through was already the limit. The Golden King had always been a legend."    

The old Daoist spoke in a soft voice. It was obvious that the bet that had existed since the ancient times had finally come to an end.    

"There's no need to fight anymore. It's meaningless?"    

"Unless someone among us has fallen, no one will become the Silver Lord."    

"Even the Sovereign sequence can't interfere with the changes."    

The white-robed youth spoke. This bet that had lasted for countless years had already made them...    

"There's no need to bet. We live in the dreams of the most ancient slumbering beings, and the day we awaken is the day we die. Let's appoint them!"    

The black robed youth also spoke slowly. This extremely terrifying madness had already caused them to lose all hope.    

"One more round!"    

"This time, none of us will interfere. I will no longer write the script of fate."    

"With a hundred year deadline and a hundred year blank period, any one of us will be able to step forward."    

"The prerequisite is that we work together to cover up the truth and seal up all the secrets of destiny. Without our interference, I want to see if we can give birth to a Silver Lord."    

" The last round? If there is no more hope, I will accept my fate?"    

The young man in the white tuxedo spoke. He did not want to acknowledge the last round. He wanted to bet that in this hundred years, a Silver Lord would be born.    

"Amitabha!"    

"Almsgiver Shui, if we succeed today, will the Silver Lord find out about us in the future?"    

"Who will bear the consequences?"    

Old Monk shook his head helplessly. This long gamble had become Almsgiver Shui's obsession. If he was not satisfied, there would not be any...    

"Only success will have karma!"    

"If we don't succeed, all of us will die. There's no need to talk about karma."    

"If we work together, if we still can't produce a Silver Lord to help us block the killing tribulation, then we might as well die right now."    

"This situation will take place in the Nine States. The second civilization sacrifice, the day of the Seven Ultimate Queen's coronation, will last for a hundred years. It will be a miracle island."    

"The Twelve Silver Masters have gone to seven. On the other side of the Sea of Paramita, there is one more Lord of Silver than us. If we don't create one, we won't be able to maintain the balance."    

"Sacrifices are unavoidable, but I think it is worth it to make the most ancient hibernators sleep forever."    

"In this battle, we will all go down together and set up our own plans. We will choose a spokesperson from your respective civilizations and eventually kill the position of Silver Lord."    

The young man in the white tuxedo was filled with endless killing intent. He had already reached the point where he would not hesitate to do anything. The final direction of this battle would be in those hundred years.    

"Brother Shui, what you said is not unreasonable, but don't forget that ghost of history. It was not easy for him to destroy it, but once he interfered with history again, he will definitely appear."    

"How do you plan to resolve this?"    

The black-clothed youth was silent for a long time, and he was filled with incomparable peacefulness.    

"He is indeed an uncertain factor. I will personally deal with him"    

"As long as he dares to go there."    

"Shakya, the karma between him and your incarnation is very deep. No matter what plans you make in the future, as long as he appears, he will meet your incarnation. Then today's memories will be sealed in the deepest part of your soul. As long as he meets you, he will definitely see you."    

"Soul of history, I know that you will definitely see this memory. If you don't want to die, then don't interfere with Miracle Island"    

"If you dare to interfere even the slightest bit, the star under my feet will be completely annihilated. You can consider it a threat or a kind advice."    

"Demon King of Confusion, I will say one last thing. Don't interfere with our plan. You can't bear the consequences."    

The young man in the white tuxedo spoke in an incomparably domineering voice. That glance seemed to have penetrated through endless history and arrived in front of Gu Huang.    

"Fine, it's only a hundred years. I will participate in it."    

"Fellow Daoist Shui, aren't you afraid that your words will anger him? Are you going to destroy Miracle Island?"    

"Based on my understanding of him, he will never accept any threats from anyone. Don't force him to go to the Sea of Paramita and seek refuge with the powerful enemies there."    

The supreme expert flicked his horsetail whisk lightly, as if his words contained a profound meaning.    

"The ghost of history, although I don't know where he came from?"    

"As long as he can produce the Silver Lord, I have nothing to fear."    

"Don't you all want to investigate that secret?"    

"It's on Miracle Island. I only hope that he doesn't seek death himself."    

"Participate?"    

The young man in the white tuxedo seemed very confident. He gave off an incomparably terrifying aura. Highest, Chaotic, Fu Huang, and Shakya all nodded. It could be seen that the flow of time in the blue stars had changed...    

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