When Gong Jian opened his eyes again, he heard a baby's cry.

The scene in front of me became the delivery room of a hospital, where the mother was excitedly holding a newborn baby, and a nurse hurriedly left the operating room to inform the father who was anxiously waiting for the news in the corridor: "Congratulations, you are a father, you are a boy." ”

When the man raised his head, Gong Jian was excited to find that this was his father when he was young. He rushed over to hug him, "Daddy." ”

But his body passed through his father, and he lifted his hand to find that he could pass through everything in front of him, and it seemed that he was now in a state of soul.

The picture in front of Gong Jian's eyes turned. A young mother led her three-year-old son to the kindergarten door, and the mother handed her son to the teacher at the door, and said to the teacher: "My family Gong Jian is a little introverted and clingy, I hope the teacher will take care of it more." ”

Looking at the young face of his mother in front of him, Gong Jian's eyes moistened. He now understands that this is his memory. It was he who had just fallen to the ground.

The little boy was neatly dressed, smiling and greeting the teacher, dressed in a gentlemanly style. But when he turned his head and saw that his mother had left, he cried regardless of his image.

Gong Jian touched his nose and refused to admit that the embarrassed child below who was covered with snot and tears was himself.

The picture changed again, and Gong Jian saw that the little boy had grown to fourteen years old at this time. Riding a 28 bike in the snowy winter. The schoolbag he was carrying was full of martial arts novels, and he had a long scarf tied around his neck.

Gong Jian still remembers that the scarf, which he had woven for him by grinding his mother, was almost twice as long as an ordinary scarf. Wrap it around your neck and hang it down to your ankles. The boy rode the bike as fast as he could, dragging his scarf along a long trail behind him.

Gong Jian still remembers feeling cool at that time, like a hero. But now, from the perspective of a bystander, Gong Jian can only be glad that the scarf was not twisted into the bicycle chain, and strangled himself early.

Looking at the boy's distant back, Gong Jian seemed to remember the days when he and his iron buddies didn't go to the house for three days.

Soon the scene shifts to the boy at the age of sixteen, and he meets a girl. Gong Jian saw that the boy shyly put the love letter into the girl's seat. He really wanted to drag the boy's ears and slap him twice to make him sober up, that pretentious Chen Jiao who relied on cosmetics was really not worth his attention.

Time quickly turned to when Gong Jian heard the bad news from his parents, when he was 20 years old, as if he had returned to the dark space just now, he closed himself up, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything. All he knew was that his parents, who loved him, had left him early.

Seeing this, Gong Jian couldn't help but regret a little, in his short memory, the proportion of his parents was too small, he was always exploring new worlds and coming into contact with new friends, but he paid little attention to his parents who were always by his side.

He wished that time would come back again, and he would do everything in his power to change the fate of his parents and let them see him grow up. Even if tragedy cannot be avoided, he must spend more time with his parents and leave more important memories.

Seeing Gong Jian in front of him slowly stand up under the care of his friends and neighbors, Gong Jian's heart was full of gratitude to these people, and it was their care that allowed him to get rid of the haze of his parents' death.

The picture is frozen in an early summer evening, and Gong Jian picks up a courier at the door. Gong Jian knew that it was AR glasses. It was a life-changing moment.

The female voice sounded clearly in his ears again: "I see, it turns out that you are the chosen one, then you are qualified to appear here." ”

When Gong Jian came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the entrance of the ancient temple, and the goddesses had returned here after searching for him in vain.

Seeing Gong Jian, the three goddesses were very happy, and Chopra hurriedly asked, "Where have you been?" Gong Jian, seeing that you are gone, we are in a hurry, looking for you everywhere. ”

Gong Jian touched his nose and replied to her vaguely: "I have a date with the past." It's okay, let's go. ”

Although Gong Jian didn't know which goddess it was just now, he was very grateful to her for allowing him to see the image of his parents again, although it was only a few glances, but it was precious.

Xiao Ya felt Gong Jian's mood fluctuations, in this ancient temple that none of them had ever set foot in, she didn't know what Gong Jian had experienced, but as a mortal, Gong Jian's appearance here had obviously been recognized by the owner of the ancient temple.

She could only use her gentle eyes to slowly soothe Gong Jian, which was also something she didn't think about, the longer she got along with Gong Jian, the more she forgot that he was just a mortal, and he was different from them.

And it is even more difficult for mortals in the divine realm, Xiao Ya silently reminded herself in her heart that if she goes to a strange place in the divine realm in the future, she must let Gong Jian drive the red arrow, so that he can also have a certain ability to protect himself.

Regardless of what Xiao Ya was thinking, several people walked up the stone steps, only to find that the door of the ancient temple was tightly closed. It seems that in ancient times, when the goddess Xiangxiao Yu died, the temple was closed and became a shrine.

Several people pushed the heavy gate, but it seemed that they could not open it with their strength alone.

Rafi Soma unconsciously used her divine power, and although she was still unable to push the gate, a few lines of text flashed on the gate.

Gong Jian looked over but found that he didn't know a word, so he couldn't help but ask Xiang Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, what kind of text is this?"

Xiao Ya looked at the lines and replied to Gong Jian: "This is the text of the ancient god realm. Now the divine realm no longer uses this kind of writing. ”

Gong Jian couldn't help but wonder: "The text of the Divine Realm?

Chopra explained his doubts: "The language of the ancient gods has not changed, but the words have changed. Mortals can only understand the words used in the divine realm now. ”

Only then did Gong Jian know why he couldn't read the text in front of him: "Then what is written on it?"

Xiao Ya translated for Gong Jian: "What is written above is: Flames fall into the forest, mountains and rivers collapse, and the sun and moon sink. The fishy wind blows all over the mortal dust, the beast hisses, and the feathers are dusty. Who provoked the war of the first generation, ten thousand bones, Shura field. Whoever has achieved the prestige of the great god will never forget each other and think about each other. There is no way forward, there is no way. Flee to the Descendant before entering the temple. ”

"What does that mean? It sounds like there's been a war, and the last sentence says it's a little strange to be able to enter the temple. Gong Jian saw that Xiaoya thoughtfully wrote the text on the silk to facilitate Gong Jian's reading.