The sky was dark and gray.

The earth is ruined, lifeless, and endless, as if the whole world is withering.

Suddenly, a figure came out of nowhere, he was tall, burly, dressed in gray-brown armor, a red cloak, and had tousled hair.

He walked out of here, holding a three-pronged sword nearly two meters long, staring at the gray sky, as if waiting for something.

A long roar of rage rang out from the depths of the sky, and he jerked his head up, then rushed forward.

At this moment, his back became tall, majestic, heavy, and pressed down here like a mountain.

Immediately after, the aftermath of the earth-shattering war reverberated and swept across the entire world.

I don't know how long it took, but finally it was over, and the man never came back, only a dim three-pronged sword fell from the depths of the sky.

Whining!

The wind was rumbling, with a bit of sorrow, as if crying for his departure.

As soon as the picture turned, it was already thousands of years later, and the place where the three-pronged sword fell had become a lonely grave, with no people, no life, and the world was lonely, only a tomb stood alone.

I don't know how long it took, one after another, strong men began to descend here, and they were conquering the tomb and trying to open it up.

The three-pronged sword shook lightly, and it erupted with the last trace of obsession, blocking batch after batch of strong people, however, it was too dim and had long lost its former divine might.

After countless battles, it finally fell, the divine soldiers were reduced to ruins, and it was on that day that the tomb was conquered and became a treasure place that people went crazy for.

People came and went, walked and came, as if this tomb had become the back garden of their home.

Time flies, long years have passed, and the tomb has finally ushered in a real dark age, and there are strong people trying to uncover it.

However, a dragon-striped turtle appeared.

It was a tragic battle, and it was a tragic battle that the sky was lost, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, but unfortunately, these pictures flowed quickly, Li Pu could hardly see what was happening, and it was dark in front of him, and a new picture was presented.

A celestial body came here, entered the depths of the tomb, and stayed by the coffin, and it was not until a long, long time later that he turned away.

Immediately afterwards, a woman also came here, her beautiful cheeks were covered with tears, she was crying, and finally she stayed for a long time before leaving.

Then, one after another, the strong men all entered the depths of the tomb, and without exception, they all stayed here for a long time, maybe months, maybe decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years.

Too much, too much.

Li Pu couldn't count the number of people, but he remembered the faces of those people to death.

Suddenly, a figure caught Li Pu's attention, and his whole body suddenly tensed.

It was a monk, of medium stature, wearing a golden robe, with a solemn appearance, and finally came here, but unlike the strong men in history, he did not leave, but opened a cave on the other side, and buried himself here.

In addition, a figure that attracted Li Pu's attention for a long time ago, he couldn't calm down, and there were violent waves in his heart, and even at this moment, he wanted to rush out and shouted loudly.

The man was the Rain King, who was wounded, covered in blood, and swayed in steps, and finally broke into the place.

He didn't die, but his injuries were severe, or perhaps the curtain from heaven allowed him to come back to life.

At this moment, Li Pu was very excited, he couldn't calm down, his voice was shouted to the peak, how he hoped that he could rush out, how much he hoped that he could fight side by side with the young Rain King.

However, he is nothing, he cannot exist at all, and so is the picture presented in front of him, which is the past, an imprint imprinted here.

"Dare to ask where the road is?" the Rain King said with difficulty, as if questioning the heavens, and at the same time there was a great compassion.

Li Pu's heart was shocked, and he was suddenly infected by this sentence, as if at this moment, he also returned to that terrible era.

The sky and the earth are dark, the earth is silent, only the silence and loneliness, like withered petals.

Some people are always fighting, they are following the ancient path of heaven, the path of becoming gods, the path of invincibility, they are obsessed, with an unwavering will, just to break into the unknown road that is far away and ignorant.

But does that path really exist?

Many eras have passed, and how many peerless geniuses have been buried on that road without hesitation?

The road, does it really exist?

Where is the road?

The rain king is very sad, he is desperate, Wuji is gone, the road has collapsed, and everything will become history.

His talent, his qualifications, his name as a genius, his self-confidence, his ambition, his unwillingness, and his heavy responsibilities were all denied by himself at this moment.

How cruel is this? How much courage does it take for a person to dare to deny his unwavering faith?

Li Pu trembled, his eyes were wet, he clearly felt the despair of the Rain King, and at the same time felt the helplessness of the Rain King.

He is very young, known as the youngest king in history, and his future can be very bright, with infinite possibilities.

However, what happened to him was so unfair, and perhaps it was in response to the saying 'born at the wrong time', which is the greatest sorrow of the Rain King.

"The road ahead, I will fight for you. Li Pu roared loudly.

But the cruel reality gradually pulled him back, a vague imprint, a person who crossed the past, and it was impossible for them to intersect.

"The road ahead, I will fight for you. Li Pu came to his senses and looked firm.

The murderous aura also dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed, Li Pu was silent, sitting here quietly, just like his predecessors.

"Far away times. ”

"Why?"

"What do those pictures represent, what do you want to tell me?" Li Pu whispered, as if asking himself, as if asking the three-pronged sword.

From the scattered pictures, Li Pu can see that since the appearance of the dragon pattern turtle, all those who step into this place have been imprinted by the three-pronged sword with a special method.

What exactly is the Trident trying to tell them?

Why did the predecessors stay here and then leave?

Is that milky white bead really a recipe, and why did the immeasurable ancient Buddha bury himself here?

"Dare to ask where the road is?" Li Pu muttered to himself, and he was suddenly shocked, as if he remembered something.

Who is the Rain King asking?

Is there really anyone in the coffin? and who is qualified to answer such words?

At this moment, the coffin in the center condensed all Li Pu's questions and sights, and his heart was pounding, and it was difficult to calm down.

Generations of peerless powerhouses have come here to conquer here, and even the anger of the dragon turtle has burned here, and the rain king is also here to ask, so this person must have a great background.

Could it be that he has surpassed the royal road?

Li Pu opened his mouth slightly, and was also shocked by his own idea.

"Something is wrong! Even if it is a supreme powerhouse who surpasses the imperial road, he is not qualified to bear the countless powerhouses who come to mourn before and after, right?" Li Pu's heart jumped.

After surpassing the imperial road, he is a void god, and after the void god, he is the legendary 'Great Venerable'.

That kind of realm is too terrifying, the king is called invincible, but he is only invincible below the royal road, and the royal road is known as supreme, and it surpasses everything in the world, like a god's mansion.

But the void god, that is the realm of legends, only in ancient times there were such world-famous figures, as for the 'Great Zun', Li Pu had never heard of it anyway, not only that, but there was not even the slightest record of this in ancient books.

"Void God, Great Venerable, Heavenly Venerable?" Li Pu exclaimed, and his eyes began to glow.

Whether it is a void god or a great celestial venerable, etc., these are the legendary powerhouses, and in the eyes of later generations, they are equivalent to the true gods.

Even in ancient times, they were god-like beings, high up in the sky, barely visible to ordinary people.

Now, Li Pu met such a deceased big man, and he was excited when he thought of this.

Legend has it that the tombs of the great men have amazing funerary goods!

Li Pu drooled, his eyes were shining, and he looked around quickly, and he couldn't even put a pile of mud.

However, it's a pity that there is nothing left here in the depths of the tomb, everything has passed for too long, and it has been trampled by countless predecessors, how can there still be amazing treasures left?

Obviously, Li Pu was thinking too much.