The silence and desolation of the vast void seemed to be the final destination of the ghosts of the dead.

Peaceful and quiet, the heart is peaceful, as if carefree, without a trace of obsession.

Dimm, shimmering, it looks extremely weird and mysterious.

Above the void, a handsome man with bright eyes and bright teeth and shining hair sat cross-legged in the void, like a stone statue, a wood carving, not moving, only the blazing eyes stared ahead, which seemed to have some charm.

Looking at the bleak place ahead, Wu Yan was not happy and carefree, he didn't want to miss it, he just sat in the void, without superfluous movements.

I...... Is this dead?

Wu Yan asked himself, and the words he confided did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation, like a robot-like speech.

The distant bells, the prayers and chantings of the gods and demons, the sound of scriptures, the voices of young children have come to an end, and they have faded away, and finally they have all dissipated, leaving this silent, dull and cold place.

The last sound of the outside world has also been lost, like the light is gone, hope is gone, and all that remains is despair, loneliness, confusion, and sadness.

Wu Yan stared ahead, his eyes lost their luster, like a pair of ordinary eyes, without the brilliance of the past.

But even so, his temperament is still beyond mortals, like a recluse, a cultivator, and the red dust is not contaminated with half of it.

There were many things that came to his mind in a flash, but the clouds and smoke of the past were gone, all of them were gone.

Despite this, he was still unhappy and carefree, looking at all this indifferently, like a person who had cut off seven emotions and six desires, and looked at everything he had been like an outsider.

Fate, does it really exist?

At this moment, Wu Yan repeated this sentence again, this sentence that had been said before.

Fate, does it really exist?

Fate, does it really exist?

............

He kept repeating this sentence, reincarnating this sentence, as if he had a soft spot for this sentence, and he was extremely entangled.

In the silent and vast void, there was only one person speaking, his voice crisp and loud, cold and ruthless, as if he was torturing himself, pondering this world and exploring his own destiny.

At the beginning, every word seemed to be as light as a feather, cold and ruthless, but with the passage of time, it gradually became heavy, and every word became as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even this vast void began to have a sense of oppression, and the more time passed, the more powerful this sentence became, and even, I had begun to hear the roar of the void with the appearance of that sentence, shaking this strange "space".

Wu Yan also changed from the previous indifference to a kind of doubt, a kind of persistence, and his heart began to gradually have affection, thoughts, feelings, and his own emotional fluctuations.

Fate, does it really exist?

As time passed, Wu Yan's dark eyes gradually began to bloom, and a little bit of colorful essence appeared, like a pair of bright stars, waving light and heat, illuminating this dim place a lot.

In the dim void, an incomparably bright eye shot out, illuminating this silent and dim strange place, making this place no longer hopeless, but with a trace of ignorant hope.

Immediately after, for some reason, a light appeared in the void, crossing this time and space, like a meteorite passing by, illuminating this void, and Wu Yan also woke up greatly, his eyes were bright, and his whole body was full of brilliant light.

He seemed to have figured out something, and finally shouted angrily: "If there is fate, then I will break it!"

"I'm in charge of everything, not even the thief!"

In the end, he rose into the air, no longer sitting cross-legged, but clenched his fist seal, and did not perform any exercises, but the light on his fist was bright, his fist intent was invincible, and the terrifying rules of the Great Dao were surging.

He slammed his fist into the void of heaven, shaking this strange world.

The void wailed violently, as if it was about to crack, and then a cracked white light seemed to shoot towards the void from outside the realm, dazzling, Wu Yan's eyes were dripping blood, and his eyes were about to split.

However, he was not afraid, stepping on the colorful staircase, and with each step, a layer of void staircase blooming with colorful light appeared, facing this terrifying light and going up retrograde.

And, in the process of his progress, the void behind him is constantly collapsing, and what is amazing is that it actually turned into a wall as white as jade, and finally turned into dust and dissipated, if you look behind with your physical body, you will find that there is nothing there, it is all a vast white light, comparable to the white light in front of you.

People are walking, blood is flowing, and every drop of bright red blood falling on the colorful void ladder will cause a great tremor in this world and accelerate the demise of this strange world.

However, no matter how quickly they died, those white lights always followed behind Wu Yan, and did not turn Wu Yan into a piece of white light, but as Wu Yan took a step, the vast white light followed further, as if it was fear, or the relationship between master and servant.

Wu Yan forcibly went up, enduring the white light eroding himself, decaying himself, and even tearing himself, he clenched his fists and stepped forward.

Finally, an hour later, with a loud sound of the sky falling apart, the world finally collapsed, first into a vast white wall, and finally into a white light, dazzling and dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes at all.

Wu Yan was determined, facing the bright white light, neither humble nor arrogant, and finally found that his body was full of brilliance, like a glow possessed by the sun, and a halo of light hung horizontally on Zhou's body, like the body of a god, but it was lying on a jade bed as white as mutton fat.

The first thing Wu Yan saw was King Xiaoyue, but He Zhuang didn't see it, but after induction, he found that He Zhuang was already lying on the ground unconscious.

He saw that the appearance and aura of King Xiaoyue had changed greatly, and at this moment he also felt that the other party did not seem to have malicious intentions, and the divine object on his chest was blooming, not the fierce light before, but a stable and pleasant breath release.

The strange brilliance that Dao Dao emanated from the divine object shone on his body, and Wu Yan was surprised to find that his physical body had recovered as before, without any scars, as if there was a divine light rain baptism after the heavenly tribulation, which made his physical body completely restored.

This is too bizarre, just a colorful light can have the ability to bring the dead back to life, how can this not surprise Wu Yan.

The power of the gods is unimaginable, even the gods left behind by the gods will not be ordinary, the same extraordinary.

How can the rumored existence that can transcend the six realms be ordinary?

At this moment, although Wu Yan was surprised and doubtful, he still had a firmness at most, an attitude of rebellion against fate lingering in his heart.

Even if there is a fate that involves me, one day, I must break this fate!

Wu Yan shouted in his heart, not succumbing to the legendary Dao of Destiny, let alone the Heavenly Dao that controls all things, he firmly believes that one day he will be strong enough to break this sad fate, and everything of his own can be in his hands, and it is not a constraint or restriction of the Heavenly Dao.

The natural avenue of fate is very peculiar and mysterious, and Wu Yan even thinks that it is precisely because the ancestor saw the fate of his life and is beneficial to the family that he will send himself here to complete one of his missions.

However, this was not what Wu Yan wanted at all, on the contrary, he was extremely disgusted with this "fate", thinking that it was just a ruthless Dao in the Heavenly Dao that was running, which caused various causes and effects, various reactions, and a fundamental reason why he was able to come to this world.

The world says that the Avenue of Destiny is the most mysterious and the most peculiar, even if it is a god, it is difficult to escape, and it is bound by that kind of avenue, so there will be an existence that can tell fortunes, and even the fate of the gods can be calculated, which is very terrible.

Although fortune-telling has boundless risks and many thorns and bumps, there are still powerful people who can calculate a kind of approximate fate.

For example, before the birth of the emperor, there were gods who calculated through supreme magic that there was indeed an emperor to be born in that secret realm, but he could only spy on one or two and know the fur, after all, there were too many involved, and there was probably a big terror to happen in the rear.

Therefore, those gods don't dare to count more, otherwise, their own destiny will also be implicated, and maybe the next moment will turn around and be broken, leading to their own death.

At this moment, Wu Yan thought about it so much, although he had never seen the Nantian Demon God perform actions on the emperor, nor did he know the appearance of the Nantian Demon God, but he could still vaguely guess the extraordinaryness of the emperor and the extraordinaryness of Yu Xun's fate, so now, three thousand years later, that secret realm has begun to be exposed to the world.

After thinking about it carefully, he realized how terrible it was for his fate to be spied on, although the ancestor had calculated his fate, he still felt gloomy, after all, others could see his future fate, what kind of sadness it should be.

Therefore, the strong will not let others snoop on their fate, and even kill fortune tellers because of this, killing those strange warlocks who make fortune telling their careers, losing many lives and having blood on their hands.

Today, Wu Yan woke up from the chaos like an initiation, and he vowed that he must remove that damn avenue of fate and turn it into the rumored chaotic fate in the world, a fate that even heaven and earth cannot interfere with.

Wu Yan looked at King Xiaoyue, and after concentrating on it, he found that his appearance had changed greatly, it was a big change that had fundamentally changed, completely different from the violent and cruel atmosphere before, and what came from it was a kind of goodness, a kind of beauty, and a collection of truth, goodness and beauty.

Such a change made Wu Yan couldn't help but become solemn, his face sank, and he looked directly at the current King of Xiaoyue.

King Xiaoyue looked surprised when he saw Wu Yan wake up, and said weakly: "Big brother, you finally woke up, fortunately you survived the "Void Realm", otherwise you would really die there and turn into nothingness." ”

His purple eyes were filled with tears, as if he had saved someone close to him, and his face was filled with happiness and joy.