This room is once again he alone.

There was no one else but him......

That's how he spent it for a long, long time.

There was no one around him, no one knew about his existence, he was like he was not needed, no one knew and no one thought about him, and no one cared about him.

He didn't know what the purpose of his existence was, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

It's been a long, long time since he had been doing nothing, and he can't remember how long it was, but it was a long time anyway.

But one day, in a daze, he seemed to see something?

It was a proud and lonely figure, in the vast void, not knowing what he was looking at.

He stood behind him and watched for a long time, until every detail of his body was imprinted into the depths of his memory.

The man never looked back, and he didn't know why he kept waiting, waiting.

It may be waiting for him to look back and notice himself, but it is also possible that nothing has been waiting.

There is no difference between the existence and non-existence of this world for him, and the existence and non-existence of this world are likewise not going.

So he doesn't need to pay attention to how the world is doing.

And although this person may just be his own imagination, he does exist in front of himself.

Maybe he could notice himself, maybe, maybe......

Thinking about it now, he really thought it was a bit ridiculous.

It's just a completely unintelligible phantom, a completely incommunicative illusion, where did he get the courage to think that such a thing could realize himself?

But at that time, he was indeed so stubborn in believing in this possibility, an instinct, a desire, a reason to know where it came from.

Then he waited until two figures appeared next to the man.

Two small figures.

Those two little figures seemed to occupy the whole of his life, and he was done fighting with those two little figures, and they were as close as father and son.

He was suddenly angry, an anger that didn't know where it came from.

It may be that he has been looking at this phantom for too long, and he thinks that such a phantom is for himself, and he is his own.

He was so angry that he started to destroy everything around him.

It was also at that time that he discovered that he could influence the world.

The world shook and trembled because of him.

As long as he is angry, countless living beings will be destroyed.

Authoritative scientists outside think it's a mysterious power, a disaster that could be unearthed.

Maybe they're right, they might be the embodiment of disaster.

But he didn't care about these at all, what he cared about was that the person in front of him still didn't look back.

No matter what he did, no matter how angry he was, there was always an incomparable gap between him and that person, an invisible abyss.

You look back at me, just one glance.

He humbly prayed in his heart that whether it was the so-called gods, the so-called demons, or the so-called everything, as long as he could fulfill his heart's desire.

Sadly, however, his prayers were not heard.

Pinning his hopes on the so-called existence, he felt that he was absolutely insane at that time.

As far as his own existence is concerned, he can't figure it out, and he even wants to pray for another existence?

Then, after discovering that everything he had done was meaningless, he stopped.

A drama that doesn't go on without a show.

If it goes on reluctantly, it's just a grudge.

He's not a haughty drama.

But even so, he didn't take his eyes off the figure in front of him.

After all, the existence outside is even more meaningless, only for him.

I found out that I had an impact on the outside world before, even if he didn't want to affect the world, but he had nothing to do anyway, so he just cultivated.

Then he began to ponder his strength.

He found that his power came from nature, as if he were born from nature, and he was as comfortable and comfortable here as he was in his mother's placenta.

As the world of his cultivation lengthened, he also became more powerful.

Then he was discovered by some deception in the world.

They were called "the most mysterious force in history" by those who believed that with this power, humanity could change the world, change outer space, change everything.

Desire can be flamboyant or grotesque.

Some people want to use this power to achieve a better hope, while others want to snatch this power to fulfill or satisfy their inner desires.

These are all human expectations, and for human beings like him, they are enemies to him.

They are all enemies.

He is already strong, and he will definitely not be easily caught by humans, but he is not so free and comfortable to live.

It's full of things that can detect him, and it's full of things that can threaten him.

Here he felt the danger for the first time.

In order to avoid the disaster, he chose to take refuge.

His first outburst was considered a scourge, and now in his eyes, what humanity has done has become a calamity to him.

Alas!

Because there were so many things that were going on in him, he didn't have any more energy to pay attention to the phantom.

He had no time when he ran to a place that was inhabitable for humans, and then he went to look at the phantom.

This time the direction facing the phantom changed, and for the first time he saw the side face of the phantom, ah, it was beautiful, but he was crying!

"Why are you crying, because I didn't come to see you?" he asked aloud.

The Phantom was still crying, not answering his questions, and probably not hearing him at all, after all, he had shouted too many times.

He was angry again, this time he didn't know where it came from, but it seemed to be a little different from the last time.

And the consequence of his angry actions is the exposure of his own position.

Speaking of which, human beings are really annoying!

has been chasing him, chasing him, just because of this power, they feel very longing.

But he was so annoyed that he wanted to give up his power.

What's so good about this power? It didn't fulfill his heart's desire—the man never looked back.

So when the humans were about to capture him, he scattered his power.

Don't you want it? He'll give it to you!

But this power has only returned to nature, and humanity has not benefited from it.

Later, the human race, who had done a lot of research, finally gave up.

He was finally free again.

So that when he was flying freely in the sky, no one would disturb him, and when he was lying in the green grass and staring at the starry sky, there was no machine constantly monitoring him.

It feels really good to be free.

He was happy for a while.

But later, he regretted this happiness immensely.

The phantom, gone, really, in front of him.

The two children he had worked so hard to raise became the culprits responsible for his disappearance.

The two children bullied him unscrupulously, tormented him, and made him disappear into the void as if he had been blown away by the wind.

He's angry, really angry.

In a fit of rage, he rushed over and hit his two children.

It was the first time he was able to move, however, he was too weak.

He said that he couldn't shake the two grown children at all.

The two children just looked at him and let him go for half his life.

He suffered, unwilling and regretted.

He shouldn't have given up, if he hadn't given up, then maybe he would have the ability to rush over and stop the vanishing of the phantom.

The existence he had fancied disappeared because of his momentary comfort.

This...... It's all his fault.

He thinks so.

It was only when all this disappeared that it finally discovered what it was angry about in the first two angers?

The first time he was angry was that the man never looked back at him, he cared so much about the phantom, but the phantom never knew he existed; The second time he was angry, he was no longer angry because the phantom didn't know about its existence, and when he was angry, someone dared to make him cry, and the person he cared about was made to cry by others; The third time he was angry, he was angry that he was incapable of protecting the people he cherished, and he was angry that he was angry why he would give up his strength?

He confessed that he was in love, in love with a mass of illusions that he could never touch in his lifetime.

He was very honest, and he honestly admitted that he was just in love.

Therefore, since the front has done something wrong, then no matter what the price is paid in the back, he must compensate.

That's what he thinks.

There is no one to argue, and he will not listen to anyone's advice.

He began to gather strength again, this time very carefully.

Little by little, he slowly made himself stronger.

He didn't know what his own enemy was, so he had to be quiet and careful not to attract the enemy's attention.

In fact, it is very likely that the enemy is not human.

It was also from that time that he began to keep track of time.

Until now, 50 years later.

He found that this place was shrouded in a mysterious power, and the people here seemed to be stuck in a fixed cycle, in which they could only go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth......

He didn't know whether he was kind or repulsive about the power, but here, he felt that there was a chance that he might find the one he had lost.

That person has long become his obsession, the butcher's knife in his heart.

Some people say that he puts down the butcher's knife and becomes a Buddha immediately, but he is the kind of person who falls in love with the butcher's knife and does not hesitate.

And he was not happy to become a Buddha.

The four great ones who have become Buddhas are empty, and he wants to fill all the four great ones with this butcher's knife.

Then, he started looking.

In this unfamiliar territory, cautiously looking for all possible news.