The old man spoke word by word, his voice extremely soft. But in the ears of the man in white, there was a loud sound. However, among the few sentences, there are two words missing after all.
He couldn't hear the word "teacher" clearly. Although he was familiar with it, he still couldn't remember who the old man was. However, he felt as if he had heard this sentence before, and someone had taught him what a proverb was.
A hand covered in blood and badly mangled lifted up the tea table between the old man and the man in white, lifting the teapot and cup on the table and shaking them.
When the lid of the pot shook, water spilled out again under the shaking.
Ding-dang-ding-dang, the two teacups rolled sideways to the ground under the swaying.
When the wooden table completely fell to the ground, the teapot finally shattered on the ground, and a tide emerged and slowly flowed down from mid-air.
This is probably the last moment of clarity for this pot of water. When this water falls, no matter where it falls, it will inevitably become polluted.
This water is destined to be polluted. A thin trace on the ground has seeped into the mud, dotted with a touch of deep red.
From high in the sky, falling to the ground. So it was spread all over the place, little by little. A lot of it splattered on the bloody hand, which made it even more shocking.
The blood was bright, and the coagulated blood melted again, and the dilapidated hand also cracked again. It was like the long-dried ground cracked open, and what appeared was the hottest and most vivid smoldering liquid deep underground.
This blood is indeed burning hot. Wisps of hot air flowed in all directions.
This hand is cold, just like this lifeless land, everything is withering, there is no trace of life at all.
"What is it looking for, or...what is it trying to hold? And why am I crying?"
A sudden surge of sadness washed away the initial surprise. Facing this sudden arm, the man did not feel panic, but was confused.
After all, he had faced life and death dangers before, and they were even more dangerous than this. I have seen monsters and ghosts before, so how can I be afraid of a mere bloody hand.
From the beginning to the end, the old man's eyes did not fall on the bloody hand, but on the young man's eyes moistened with tears.
"What do you think? What is it looking for, and what is it trying to hold?" The old man said slowly without looking away.
The young man lowered his head and saw that the bloody hand was struggling continuously. Although it was covered with scars like a spider web, it was still exerting force, as if there was power in front of it that could pull it up from the ground.
But, where is this power?
tears
The water blurred the young man's eyes. When he looked up, what he saw was no longer the blue sky, nor the green mountains and green waters everywhere, but blood red.
It was the color of blood, a lifeless depression. Deja vu.
"This is a hand... reaching for hope in despair. He wants... to grasp the power that can bring him life."
The man in white was in a daze, and his heart suddenly shook.
"This is not an illusion cast by me, but the real scene between heaven and earth. Where you are and what you see is the truth."
The voice was still very soft, and the man in white was not shocked when he heard it. But the fact that this person is not shaken does not mean that the heaven and the earth are not shaken.
The cloud tide rolled and the red curtain appeared.
This is a wonder of heaven and earth. But it seems like the original scene of this heaven and earth, without any incongruity.
Only this world, which is already such a miserable sight, would be like this if the blood falling like a waterfall is considered a very normal thing.
There were gusts of wind howling, and there were also people crying and shouting, pouring in from all directions like a swarm of bees.
At this moment, the man in white's mind was buzzing. Just like the nightmare one after another, I was trapped in the despair of all living beings.
He was stunned for a long, long time. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his emotions seemed particularly complicated. I seem to understand something.
He was once helpless, and he stretched out his hands to find hope that could save him from the sea of suffering.
But no matter how hard he tried, he flew high into the sky. There was no hope.
In this world, only people who are also suffering can understand the suffering and despair of others.
The blood-red sky, the same wind, the same earth.
The old man was also immersed in blood and sighed. He opened his mouth and said, "Child... do you still remember your name?"
The sound of heavy breathing lasted for a long, long time. It wasn't until there was an explosion and blood splashed all over the face of the man in white that he woke up.
The man in white took a deep breath and replied: "Report...senior...junior's surname is Chu and Cheng."
"It turns out his name is Chu Cheng, what a coincidence." The old man nodded and spoke again.
"So, now I want to tell you a story. This story is what my disciples experienced back then. This story may have nothing to do with you today, or it may have something to do with it."
"Because, my disciples also have the same surname of Chu and Cheng. How coincidental is this? However, this is a story that belongs to my disciples. All you have to do is listen.
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Before the man in white could speak, the old man spoke slowly.
"In this world, there is such a place, which is called the Seven Realms of the World. In this place, strong men once stood in groups, and each of them had the strength to shock the outside world. Even a long time ago, it shocked the world. A vast place."
"At that time, the seven realms of the human world were called Mochen by the outside world. What a scenery it was. Almost all living beings in the vast world respected Mochen as their nickname. At that time, it was called Immortal Ancient by future generations, but it was just scenery, scenery ...The light will eventually come..."
"One year, the Mochen Realm experienced a catastrophe. A supreme powerhouse was so powerful that it was difficult to resist. Even the Mochen Realm, which is known as the most powerful place for the Xuanjing strongman, was invincible. All the strong men could not resist it. They were slaughtered almost overnight. Only one person was left alone."
"The remaining person is very strong, and there are few people in the world today who can match him. But he was still defeated miserably at the hands of that supremely powerful man. After that, the Mochen Realm was completely sealed off. After that night , Mo Chen was no longer Mo Chen, and split into seven realms. After that, the Mo Chen Realm was in ruins, causing the rules of heaven and earth to be greatly suppressed. Only in this way can this realm be preserved."
"After that, the training system was discontinued. Mo Chen, who was once very popular, fell into despair and was difficult to rise again. But at that time, the human race was still the leader and dominated the world. Although it was not prosperous, it was still considered the world's leader. Peace.”
"But this peace only lasted for tens of millions of years. Another disaster came quietly. It was the powerful people from the outside world, known as immortals, and their power was the ancient court. They used all living beings in the world as food to heal their wounds... ..."
"The successor of Immortal Ancient is Taikoo. Although it was stronger than the previous era, seventy-two strong men were also born. These seventy-two strong men were the first to bear the brunt and fought hard for the sake of the common people in the world, but they still all died in the battle. All living beings There were countless casualties. Only a very small number of seeds were left behind...the seeds that Gu Ting deliberately left behind in case they come again to collect them in the future."
"Since the ancient times, the human race has completely fallen. However, all races have become powerful. The human race, which has been strong for two eras, has become the food of all races."
"It was the darkest era of the human race. As a race that was once above all races, it will never rise again. We can only hide in one side, but most of them still cannot escape the disaster."
"Until...a strong man named Burial appeared, quelled the turmoil at the end of the ancient times, and opened up the human system. However, his appearance was just a flash in the pan. Although the dark turmoil was swept away, the root cause was still not eliminated. "
"Fortunately, in the following years, one after another gradually emerged, who could succeed the Human Emperor, until the Emperor Luo Yun appeared, who is regarded by the world as the strongest successor to the Human Emperor."
