Sit quietly and block out any presence from the outside world. Sounds, lights, shadows, breaths, place yourself in complete darkness. What Muyang needs now is someone to sort out his thoughts and all the things he has experienced along the way.

Sit cross-legged on the ground with your hands gently on top of your knees. Without cultivation and without concentration, Muyang seemed to have entered another mysterious realm at this moment, converging his true qi, spiritual energy, and even spiritual power.

In my mind, pictures appeared in front of my eyes, as if countless figures flashed and converged into images. Coming and going, swimming in the long river of years for so many years, everything seems to have happened yesterday.

If that person really carries the breath of his father, does that mean that his father has not disappeared at all, at least he has left a spirit to pass on the information to himself through that person?

But why did it only come up now? Why did he trap him for so long? Why did he struggle in the mystery for so long? Or maybe what kind of experience, grinding, these are all old excuses.

On the other hand, if his father's breath has always existed, then is it true that he sees every step Muyang takes? This world, these thousands of planes, is really just a game as Aoba said.

Recalling this, Mu Yang still had a lot of questions in his mind, but suddenly he had a bold idea. If Mu Panglong knows all this, then does it mean that he has actually been controlling the dominance of the game?

Sad, helpless, and even speechless. The changes are just too dramatic. The mastermind behind all this is actually his father? Muyang can't fully believe it, right? He can plan so carefully alone?

What makes Muyang feel sad the most, what is ridiculous is that his biological father has been acting with him from the beginning, bitter tricks, the righteousness of father's love, all kinds of means have been exhausted, just to use him as the most powerful chess piece in his hand?

Caught in such a whirlpool, Muyang was a little difficult to extricate himself. Originally, on the top of this snowy mountain, he could completely calm his state of mind, but at this moment, it was difficult to do so, and it was even difficult to make his state of mind clear.

"I don't believe it, it's just ridiculous. If this is true, then I will be the most ridiculous existence in the world. What the Holy Lord, what the Founder, what the Subversive, it's all a joke. Everything I sought no longer existed. ”

Muttering, Mu Yang gradually fell into the tip of his horns, and couldn't get out for a while. A calm breath involuntarily rose, and air currents surrounded him, from weak to strong.

The cyclone swept away, and the surrounding space fluctuated in bursts. The snow began to melt. The underside of Muyang was quickly submerged. But he didn't know it, and his body just trembled slightly.

Heaven and man are at war, and now Muyang must defeat the self in his heart. I saw that in the space of divine consciousness, the two figures stood opposite each other, there was no blade in their hands, and even the fighting spirit did not burst out, this was to negotiate.

"Huh...... Don't you understand it now? You guessed right, everyone in the world is using you, and you are the biggest joke in the world. What sticks to your beliefs, sticks to your original intention, nonsense!"

The tone was extremely cold, and there was even a hint of ridicule and disdain. The black shadow in front of Mu Yang was exactly the same as himself. For a long time, Mu Yang did not refute, and the other party said every word to the most critical place.

"Perhaps, as you say, I'm a joke. Muyang smiled helplessly and said lightly. But there was no tendency to accept fate, and in the next second, Mu Yang raised his head, and there was still light in his eyes.

With his hands behind his back, he calmly faced the other side of himself: "But, whether I am a chess piece or not, no matter what happens to me, since I already exist, it is not completely meaningless!"

Indeed, the father is the father, and Muyang is Muyang. No matter what the former thought at the beginning, now that he Muyang is standing in his current position, his father's era has passed, so he has to face his life bravely.

Muyang has not forgotten that now he is also a father. If he loses hope, then what should Feiling do? Do you want him to follow his own old path? The future is uncertain, so it is completely useless to be disappointed and entangled!

"You...... You are really a freak, things have come to this point, whether it is your father's breath, or is it really him, you have already said it so clearly, why can you still be so confident?"

With a wave of his hand, a ray of light opened up in the divine consciousness space, and it immediately became very clear: "Hehe...... If this seat is a holy lord, and you don't have any self-confidence at all, then how can you convince the people of the world? You underestimate this seat too much!"

The scene suddenly changed, and Muyang returned to reality. In that moment, he seemed to have figured out that his life should be his own decision, even if he couldn't choose his fate, at least he had to face it well.

After regaining his composure, the aura he exuded had melted all the snow and ice around him, and he was immersed in the snow. But the surrounding enchantment did not dissipate, and Muyang seemed to be trapped in place.

Just as he was trying to rush out, a red light burst out from the sky. When he raised his eyes, a glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose: "This kid is getting more and more methodical now, not bad!

The breath in the red mang, Mu Yang couldn't be more familiar, it was the blood connection between Feiling and him. How powerful the bloodline of the Protoss is, even Muyang himself has not yet figured it out, no matter what enchantment it is, it can't be stopped.

Boom, bang, bang, slam, bang The blood light magnified, directly penetrating the enchantment: "Blood leads to the way home!" There was a loud shout in the space, and the enchantment burst open, and the light shot into one place.

Seeing this, Mu Yang was not in a hurry, and with a wave of his robe, a blood mark dissolved on the palm of his palm, and the blood burst out, intersecting with the red light. The two interconnected bloodlines form a spatial channel. Muyang walked a little and disappeared.

"Girl, are you still worried about me? Don't worry, I'm fine, no matter what I'm going to face next, I haven't hesitated, I hope you do the same. This time it actually helped me break through the bottleneck above my state of mind.

Muyang gently hugged Ruan Linlin into his arms and sighed a little. No matter how cruel his father said the situation, how the world was paved with bones and blood, he would stick to his ideas and follow his own path in life.

Not long after, with the extradition of the bloodline, Muyang and Ruan Linlin returned to the Cloud Palace in the blink of an eye. I saw Feiling half-kneeling on the ground, his face was a little pale, and he was panting: "I said father, it depends on the time of chatting, right?"

At this moment, Feiling wanted to scold, originally he thought that Muyang was trapped, and no matter how the bloodline sensed, he didn't react. So in a hurry, I used blood to guide the way home, but I didn't expect my father to be so easy!

"What's the matter? You can't stand this oppressive force? Your physique still needs to be improved, which means that the strength is not enough. Stretched out his hand to pull Fei Ling up, and grasped his shoulders with his hands: "Double the practice, time is running out......"

(End of chapter)