A black figure jumps on a cloud-shrouded ladder.

It is said to be a ladder, but it is actually lined up from bottom to top by floating flipped hills. The gap between each ladder hill was not small, and the black figure had to exert all his strength to jump up and down the next level each time, and several times he narrowly landed on the edge of the smooth ladder of the hill. The more you jumped, the heavier your body became, and the black shadow looked insignificant in the huge ladder.

"Ninety-eight!" a man's cry echoed through the eternal emptiness. He stayed on the ninety-eighth ladder for a long time, his body undulating violently, unable to keep his feet together, and could only take one step forward on one leg, supporting his crumbling body. His gaze was fixed on the staircase in front of him, the last and most difficult to cross. The bottom of this staircase, from the man's point of view, was almost attached to the staircase on which he stood. The golden vines wrap around the mountain of the staircase, as if to speak of an unprovoked majesty.

"The last level. The man was light, "Ninety, ninety, ninety!"

Finally, he made it to the top.

What appeared before his eyes was a huge palace, and the clouds could not hide its majesty, but the man did not seem to have any intention of admiring it, nor did he have time to shape the awe in his heart. He dragged his heavy steps into the hall, each step as if he were carrying a thousand pounds, and the echoes of the hall rippled rhythmically with each of his steps.

The huge palace was so empty that nothing could be found except the tall stone platform in the hall, and the open 'book' on the stone platform, or more precisely, a book carved from unknown materials. The man stood under the stone platform for a long time, and finally, with all his strength, jumped onto the stone platform. He looked at the book on the stage, trying to reach for it.

"That's it, kid!" a voice sounded in the man's ears, vicissitudes, distant, emotionless, clearly speaking, but there was no trace of human emotion.

The man turned around and saw a purple cloud floating above his head, slowly tumbling the clouds.

"Come back with me. You were wounded in your previous battle with the Celestials, and you forcibly broke the seal and came to the Temple. Your spiritual power is already weak, and if you continue like this, you will not be far from the collapse of your spirit. ”

"No, I won't go back. I'd rather be gone forever than be like this muddled, walking dead. The man did not take off his black cloak, and the resoluteness in his tone was not difficult to imagine his expression at this time.

"Why are you suffering?" the voice in the purple cloud was still joyless and sad, "I have given you eternal life, blessed you with the Pure Land of Bliss, freed from the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death, and separated from the misfortune of cause and effect, why are you so hostile to me?"

"Eternal life? hehe, this is just a lie, everything is your lie! What is the meaning of life without humanity, even if it is eternal, and what is the difference between it and the billions of stars?" the man became more and more excited, and his body trembled, "Once, you were my god, the god of my relatives, and the god of this world. Now ......"

"Alas!" Ziyun was obviously sighing, but he still couldn't hear the joy and sorrow. I saw that the purple qi in the clouds suddenly became a few points thicker, and it was also a few points larger, flickering bright and dark. Immediately after, two figures walked out of the purple clouds, both wearing moon-white robes with golden lines on the cuffs and neckline.

"Father, mother?" the man in black said with surprise in his tone, "Didn't you say that this world is less sinful than others, how can you involve my parents?" The man glared at Ziyun angrily, his tone full of resentment.

"Child," said the man's mother, "come back with us." There was not much emotion in his tone, and he was even a little indifferent.

Looking at his parents in front of him, looking at their expressionless faces, the man pondered for a moment. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he suddenly looked up at his father and asked, "Father, where is Miao Miao? Did you leave her at home?" Although it was his father who asked, the man's tone was full of uneasiness.

"I gave it to Tianwei. The man's father replied in a deep voice.

Boom!

The man in black felt like he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood mist sprinkled into the air, "Why? Why? Miao Miao, she is your daughter, she is your daughter!

The man let out a beastly roar, two lines of bloody tears that made his pale face look even more hideous.

"You seem to think that parent-child affection is very important to you? Affection is just something that I have created for you to choose for a better existence, just like the clothes you are wearing, which can be changed and discarded at any time. Do you really matter that you have eternal life, feelings?" the voice on the purple cloud was still devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Hmph!ha Now you are no longer you. There's nothing left in this world to be nostalgic for. The man's pale hand reached into his arms and took out a transparent crystal, only to see that its two ends were ball-shaped, but the size was not commensurate, "But, one day, I will come back, at least take my Miao Miao with me." ”

"You've seen Xuanyin. Ziyun's tone finally fluctuated slightly, although only for a moment.

"Yes, she told me everything, everything about the world. The man was very calm, and he was a little indifferent.

"Everything? just what she thinks. Ziyun's tone returned to flatness again.

"Hmph!" I saw the man in black turn around quickly, holding the crystal in his left hand against the 'book', and then a burst of white light shone up, and the entire palace was illuminated by a dazzling light. At this time, the 'book' is no longer a carved ornament, but a real book. The man closed his eyes and skillfully flipped the huge page to the page he needed, and the movements were so coherent that he seemed to have practiced countless times.

After a breath, the dazzling white light dissipated, and the palace returned to normal, Ziyun and the pair of white-robed men and women were still hanging in the air. On the huge stone platform, the huge book has been re-carved, but the man in black is gone.

"Once this time is gone, the wheel of fate has gone off the rails in you, and even I can't see it clearly. What happens in the future is all up to us. The voice in the purple cloud was slow, as if it was tired.

"Lord Xuantian, Li'er, Li'er, he'll be fine, right?" The white-robed woman sobbed faintly, judging the two of them with the previous coldness.

"The spiritual power is completely lost, and the life is safe. ”

"Lord Xuantian, where will Li'er go?" said the white-robed man with concern.

The purple cloud didn't respond, it floated towards the stone platform, resting on top of the page.

"Ice and Snow Polar Region. ”

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Life is a story, a long story.

There's me in the story, and there's him in the story. Every day, someone intrudes into your story, and you decorate someone else's story.

Stories make us meet.

Living alone in a bustling metropolis, the story is not as exciting as the city. On the contrary, there is more loneliness and loneliness.

I'm just a storyteller, and I hope to write a story that can bring warmth to everyone, and it is my greatest hope to soothe those lonely hearts a little.

The legend of the ether will be a long story, but it will also be a warm story.

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