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An old lady.

It's Lin Ji.

It's his own mother.

Why.

Why is this happening?

What's going on?

Jian grabbed the two corners of the stone tablet with both hands, and tears burst out like a dam.

Is it an illusion? No.

The heart of the God of Martial Arts told him that all this was true.

What exactly happened? Is this... a scene that will happen in the future? Did Chihiro use the wonderful illusion technique that is both true and illusory to let him see what may happen in the future?

"No, it's all true." Chihiro's voice slowly rang out of the white mist, "Why was that forgotten man forgotten? Because he was a fool. Since he chose to be a waste who was drunk all day, he would be depressed to death. Why did he stand up when the blood remains of the red sky cover the earth and prevent the ark from taking off? He said a lot of words, saying that he just wanted to be the hero of Lin Jian alone, and the price of splitting the red sky was to be forgotten by everyone..."

A small piece of white mist dissipated, revealing another stone tablet. The key walked over in a daze and stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

A middle-aged man with a sloppy body was finally gazing at his wife who was sleeping on the bed with tears on his face. He drank the last sip of the wine bottle in his hand. He touched the beard on his face, then used his hands to sort out his hair like a chicken coop, and moved his muscles and bones. He had no bold words or a master's demeanor. He smiled and ran out of the cabin door.

In an instant, a blazing glow rose from an ark and rushed forward towards the blood-colored barrier covering the atmosphere, dazzling like a meteor.

It's the father.

Jian showed a ghostly expression and murmured: "So that..."

"So smart." Chihiro's voice was still calm, and he could not hear the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. "There is a fool who looks very smart. He is best at weighing the pros and cons. After Gaia suddenly woke up, he put his life on the scale in his heart and concluded that it was more cost-effective to die, so he died and was with Gaia."

Another white mist dissipated, and another stone tablet revealed its shape.

The heart of the Dragon God Kan almost exploded, his brain roared, and his blood and energy surged.

He moved to the inscription like a soulless soul, trembling his lips, and never dared to stretch out his hand.

But Qianxun was unwilling to let him go. The man with white hair and golden eyes snorted, and countless pieces of memory pierced into the soul of Kan's soul. The unforgettable memories suddenly bloomed in the spiritual sea of ​​Martial God.

The man smiled warmly in the glorious star gate and the extinct light. In just a moment, his figure completely disappeared. It seemed that the light ball emitting a flame of destruction in front of him was just a gateway to another world. The calm and indifferent person pushed his glasses and stepped in calmly, leaving only the last gentle whisper, echoing in his soul.

"Key, you did a good job, I'm proud of you."

The seemingly strong martial arts heart completely collapsed, and the Dragon God Kill opened his eyes wide and knelt on the ground weakly.

This is... a tombstone.

Chihiro's figure appeared from the white mist.

Three tombstones form a square with Chihiro, just like the seats for a family to sit together for dinner. Chihiro stood on the fourth corner, looking at Jian's eyes sarcastically and coldly, and he said coldly: "When the eldest brother died, he entrusts the hope of living in the hands of the Dragon God Key. The people he had been guarding during his lifetime were grateful for his sacrifice, and exchanged vows with the Dragon God Key in the next battle to protect the world left by Long Shen Cheng..."

The emperor's clone looked up at the lightless sky and whispered: "Then, they were all dead, and none of them were saved."

The white mist and black tide that spread in this world suddenly dissipated.

The pale earth spreads thousands of miles away, endless.

A white, dead, desperate world.

There is no vitality to collapse the surface.

Rows of white tombstones were spread silently, extending to the end of this semi-plane.

"These are..." Jian's face gradually distorted. He looked at Chihiro, his eyes red, and he didn't want to believe it, "You are..."

"You in the future, Dragon God Key. The useless person who took the last wish from his brother and vowed to protect humanity with his partners, but because of his own weakness and shallowness, he kept losing the things he wanted to protect." Qianxun's eyes were still not angry, only numb and cold, "Look at these tombstones. Every time I lose someone, I will engrave him in my heart and reflect it on the storm of my heart. Everyone is here, Tianqi's friends, comrades from the world, and those who once vowed to fight side by side to protect the world left by that person, their tombstones are here."

"The end of this road is to keep losing everything. When all the cherished people die, what can I do if I become the emperor and conquer a huge empire that has never been seen before? The world I guard is no longer the world I want to protect, so I come back here and let them return. I just want them to get out of here. I just want my elder brother to live on the earth with peace of mind. I want those who die one by one for this empty dream and promise can have a completely opposite fate. I ask you, am I wrong! Do you want to stop me? "

Chihiro directional key approaches.

"Answer me! Dragon God Key, do you still stop me? Do you still want to speak vain to defeat me!" Qianxun's voice slowly increased, and the whole world of mind was ignited by his emotions. The sky was thunder rolling and rumbling, like a chaotic cloud surging violently. "I am just a clone. I suffered irreversible injuries in the battle with the evil god before, but even if my power was weakened to a nearly weak level, even if I am like this, I have all the memories of the original body so far! Even if I am like this, I have all the memories of the original body so far! Since the catastrophe, he has been losing everything until he is alone! Even if he is like this, he remembers that person's entrustment and advice, and licks all the sadness and pain that have come along, and turns them into the power to move forward! What qualifications do you have to compete with this power that has been tempered from thorns and iron blood!"

Countless tombstones burst out with a torrent of memory fragments, which was triggered by the angry aura of Chihiro, and they were all poured into the sea of ​​spirit that was keyed.

Memories rush in the mind.

Jian fell to the ground with a loud scream, knocking his head tightly.

A group of familiar friends kept rushing to death in the future, crying, fighting, guarding and sacrificing.

And only one person cannot die, only one person must live, and only one person can only watch indifferently.

This is everything that Chihiro chewed and savored and questioned day and night, and he has been carrying this pain for ten thousand years.

The guilt for the unsuccessful companions, the unwillingness to the unsuccessful mission, and the hatred for the weak self.

Pain, disgust, regret, curse.

Then I cast this place, carried it, remembered it, and protected it.

Forever, forever, forever, and forever, we will move forward together here. Even if all the pain and curses are pressed on our shoulders, even if countless ghosts entangle him, curse him, and tear him apart, his backbone will not bend half an inch, his footsteps will not stop for a moment, and his heart will not bend half apart.

He would just carry it and continue walking, even if the weight of the entire universe was pressed on it.

What to recall? Recalling the eternal promise.

What do you remember? The sacrifice of one close friend sacrificed himself to death.

What do you repent? Your own incompetence, childishness and stupidity.

What is despair? Even if you give all your money, the deceased will not come back.

How to be strong? Grip your teeth, hold on to the original promise, bite, hold on, no matter what, you will be fine, and never let go.

The kid curled up and whimpered silently, feeling the pain he had experienced ten thousand years later.

Qianxun stood beside him, with a calm expression, and a monument pointed at him. The name, life, and cause of death were all good, no matter how big or small it was, as if these were engraved on his bones and would never be forgotten at all.

The Dragon God Killing lay on the ground, trembling all over, as if entering an ice cave.

Qianxun grabbed his hair and lifted the boy who had no desire to resist, and let him face the boundless tomb. The neat stone tablets silently told sad stories. The emperor's incarnation looked indifferent, but it was better than all the ridicule and mockery in the world. He said lightly, "Come on, tell your ambitions just now, your unyielding belief just now, your confidence in the future, your trust in your partners, as well as your love and courage, to these dead people, and say it loudly again."
Chapter completed!