"Good. The old man's eyes were restored to their original state, and they were not cloudy with ordinary old people, but as clear as young people. Since hearing Li Cheng's affirmative answer, the old man seems to have been dozens of years younger, as if he has returned to his high-spirited youth.

"Sure enough, heroes have been teenagers since ancient times. I think the old man was back then, hey, I still don't mention it. The old man seemed to recall some old memory, but he sighed softly and swallowed it back.

The old man fell into deep thought, and Li Cheng also waited quietly.

Somehow, Li Cheng actually felt drowsy. But he thought to himself, this should be because he was too tired recently, and he didn't have a good rest, so he didn't care too much.

Li Cheng's eyelids gradually became heavy, and in the end, he couldn't support it at all, and the whole person lay on the table. The old man on the opposite side looked at Li Chengcheng's sleeping appearance and smiled slightly.

"That's right, how much you look like him back then. I just hope you don't follow in his footsteps. Then he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to stroke Li Cheng's head, but retracted it again.

At this moment, Li Cheng has entered a strange space, where he does not feel any flow of time, as if everything is still.

He was able to see completely lifelike sculptures, people farming, people talking, and people practicing. No one had a frightened expression on their faces, and they all went with the flow, as if it were all happening in silence, or a person's carving.

Li Cheng walked forward slowly, where he couldn't hear his footsteps, he couldn't hear his breathing, and even his heartbeat seemed to stop. A terrible world of silence.

"Am I dead? Is this the legendary heaven?" Li Cheng said softly to himself. But he himself could not hear his own words.

Further on, there is an ancient temple with high steps, like a ladder, and the hall is suspended in mid-air, giving people a sense of sanctity and inviolability.

Li Cheng continued to move forward, reached the bottom of the steps, stood under the stairs, looked up, and saw that the ladder had sunk into the clouds. Li Cheng tried, raised his foot and took a step upward, and a huge pressure came to his face. Li Cheng didn't pay attention, so he pounced and fell down. The sharp steps unexpectedly gave birth to many spikes at this moment, and the spikes pierced into Li Cheng's flesh, and a heart-piercing pain came.

Li Cheng shouted, but he was still silent at the moment.

Blood flowed down his arm and into the steps. The steps suddenly showed a strange red color, distant and beautiful, as if it were red soil, and as if it were a battle flag stained red with blood.

A magnificent voice suddenly sounded in Li Cheng's mind: "Open the bloodline trial." ”

Bloodline Trial? Li Cheng was puzzled. Didn't he just talk to the old man, and then he was drowsy, why did he suddenly come here? Li Cheng was puzzled, but the trials here would not wait for him to think.

Boom, boom, loud bang was heard. It was as if there were thousands of troops running downward. Li Cheng wanted to turn around and run away, but his body was still fixed on the first step. A feeling of despair permeated Li Cheng's heart.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and Li Cheng looked up with difficulty. I saw a torrent sweeping through countless corpses. Everyone's face was unwilling. They seemed to be struggling in the last moments, screaming. But he passed away forever, and was removed from this history.

Seeing that the torrent was about to sweep Li Cheng and rush downward, Li Cheng burst out of a powerful force out of nowhere. The whole person broke free of the spikes in an instant. Standing firmly on the first step, leaning forward slightly, holding the second step with his hand.

The water washed over Li Cheng's body, touching those wounds, and there was a feeling of sprinkling salt on the wounds. Those corpses kept hitting Li Cheng's body, and Li Cheng could smell the smell of rotting flesh.

Holding back the feeling of vomiting, he withstood the attack.

The silence of the world returned to silence, as if nothing had happened just now, and Li Cheng looked back and did not see any trace of the torrent. This world is still so hazy, beautiful and peaceful.

Li Cheng slowly retreated from the top of the first step, and instantly felt that his body was a lot lighter. She walked back the way she had come, but there was no portal to enter. It was as if he appeared in the world out of thin air.

Li Cheng suddenly thought of a sentence, since you have chosen a path, then your retreat will be closed, and you will only have one way to go from beginning to end. Now, the way Li Cheng can take is to climb the ladder and enter that palace, so that there is a chance of life.

Li Cheng suddenly understood that the sculptures he saw when he first entered may have been the son of Tianjiao of the world before his death. They couldn't bear it anymore because they were tortured by this silent world, and chose to sit here.

Li Cheng took a deep breath and sorted out the thoughts in his mind, although it seemed a little unbelievable, he had already identified the direction of moving forward, that is, rushing forward. Li Cheng always had a belief that he would not back down. Because he still has so much to do.

Li Cheng turned around and found that after he came down, the staircase had returned to its original jade-white color. But when he stepped on it again, the stairs turned red again. The bewitching red overflowed, and the pressure increased several times.

Li Cheng finally understood what a bloodline trial was. I guess it should be that this ladder is different from the giant bloodline, and the pressure intensity of the different levels is set. Since the pressure on himself is so strong, is his blood very good? But he has never seen his father and mother.

Li Cheng vaguely heard someone calling to him in front of him, it was a gentle woman's voice. A sense of family affection and attachment, Li Cheng felt for the first time.

"You are my son, and you can't give up anything. A stout man's voice rang out.

Father? Li Cheng looked up, and there was a hazy shadow in front of him, no matter how hard Li Cheng tried, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. In Li Cheng's memory, his father and mother have always been a mystery. Li Cheng wanted to rush forward and hugged the man who spoke.

But as soon as his body moved, the figure slowly dissipated into the clouds. He walked without warning, without a sound, just as he had appeared.

The loneliness and helplessness described Li Cheng at this moment, he seemed to have returned to when he was very young, crying alone in swaddling clothes.

"You are destined to be lonely in this life, and you have to grow up lonely. You have no partners, no friends, and you will kill for nine days alone......" a faint voice sighed softly.