Xiao Weishui stood quietly in the starry sky, his eyes deep and complex.

His vision is enough to pass through the Endless Void, he can see the vast continent of the Beidou like a huge five-colored altar, he can see the blue planet in the Sun Star through endless light years, and he can see the majestic and magnificent first level of the Ancient Road Human Race of Trials......

Chu Ziheng's whole name is too far away for him, just like a dream of Nan Ke from endless years ago, it seems to be real and illusory.

He had been in this fantasy world for 30,000 years, long enough to forget everything in the past, long enough to mistake the illusion for reality, long enough to sink into it.

Here he gets everything he wants to have.

He admired the Emperor of the Beginningless, so in this fantasy world, he almost became a copy of the beginningless, and he was also able to turn his back on all beings, the whole world was silent, and he was undefeated in his life.

But the woman who was in love with him waited for thousands of years because he didn't dare to face it, and when he died, she was still following his footsteps, hoping to see him again.

Is this the path of the Great Emperor he wants!

Xiao Shushui stood alone for a long time, with a crystal tear in his deep eyes......

……

Holy...

Chu Ziheng's body stood five zhang away from the top of the mountain, and he didn't move a step for a whole month. There was a thick layer of snow on his flesh, almost like a snowman, and his eyes were dull and unresponsive as the snow blew and drifted.

"The Holy Mountain hasn't moved yet?" Huanyu landed on a hill and asked the Golden-Winged Peng.

"Nope."

"It's impossible, I've been away for a month, even if he didn't pass the first level of the trial, he should have come back a long time ago."

"It should be so, but the Holy Mountain has really not moved for so long, and Chu Ziheng's kid has never returned." King Golden-Winged Peng frowned and shook his head.

At the same time, in a small isolated village in the vast mountains, Old Man Ye was also looking due east, his face was extremely solemn.

"Hasn't he come back yet?" Wang Xianpo walked over.

"Nope."

"It stands to reason that the first level of the trial only takes one day to suffice, why hasn't there been any movement for so long?"

"I don't know, but there has never been such a thing in more than 100,000 years, I think Chu Ziheng really has hope..."Old Man Ye didn't continue to say.

……

On a desolate ancient star in the endless starry sky, Xiao Weishui stood quietly in front of a lonely grave.

For thousands of years, he would come here every year to pay his respects and put a flaming red rose in front of the grave, just because the goddess once said that her favorite flower was the rose, because it symbolized "love".

The rose was a xenomorph plucked from the ruins of the Divine Void, and as soon as it was placed in front of the tomb, it took root in the long-dried sand.

The silky aura is drawn from the ground and passed upwards along the roots of the rose, and it does its best to absorb the barren nutrients of the land.

Xiao Shushui looked at this bouquet of roses, blending heaven and earth with the realm of the Great Emperor, he could feel the weak vitality of this rose, and the strong and unyielding desire to survive.

Xiao Shushui stopped here for a whole day, watching this rose bloom lonely in the desert, becoming the only small life in this ancient star that struggled to survive.

A fragile rose, rooted in this lifeless planet, has not given up, trying to absorb nutrients, blooming alone, struggling to survive here, bringing a touch of bright red to this barrenness.

Not a single rose gave up on life, so how could he give up?

The world in reality may not be as smooth as in the fantasy world, and people who are invincible in their lives like the Emperor of the Beginning are a minority after all, but he can't escape reality because of the cruelty of reality.

No matter how good it is here, it is just an illusion after all, and everything in Xiao Shushui is just a delusion.

Suddenly, a longing in his heart burned again, and his eyes once again glowed with a look that he hadn't had in tens of thousands of years.

The path of the Great Emperor, he doesn't need the illusion to help him achieve it. These tens of thousands of years of life have made Chu Ziheng understand his Dao heart, and the people around him will eventually go away, and what he wants to do is to become the emperor who surpasses the Heavenly Dao and take his life with the sky!

He stood in front of the grave of the saintess, leaving two lines of tears... If he could do it all over again, he would never fail him......

"My name is Chu Ziheng!"

"I am my master! No one can shake it, whether it is 30,000 years or 100,000 years, no one can shake it! Chu Ziheng's heart was roaring, this was his roar towards the entire illusion world.

The entire illusion world trembled violently, and a crack opened.

Chu Ziheng's Dao heart was much firmer at this moment, his eyes were like torches, and his mind rushed out of his body to tear this illusion apart.

But soon he was hindered, hindered by Xiao Shushui!

At this time, Xiao Shushui and him split into two personalities, or in the depths of his heart, the memories and fetters of these 30,000 years were blocking his consciousness.

"Don't stop me!" Chu Ziheng took control of his body, his fists clenched, and the emperor's combat power exploded, shattering one after another thick cracks under his feet, gradually spreading throughout the Desolate Ancient Star.

Although there is no air in the universe and it cannot spread air, the moment this ancient star exploded, endless firelight swept through the entire galaxy, and a terrifying shock wave spread towards the endless starry sky, and anything it touched immediately turned into powder.

"You can't kill me, because I'm also a part of you, sink into this illusion." This voice also came from Chu Ziheng's mouth, but it was just Xiao Shushui's words.

Chu Ziheng raised his head, looked at the Beidou Emperor in the endless distance, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "What can't be chopped?" Everything here is just an illusion, even if it's 30,000 years, even if it's 100,000 years! ”

"Isn't it just a memory! Chop fuck! ”

Chu Ziheng's originally dark pupils exuded a strange purple color at this time, and in his deep and stunning gaze, a sharp momentum had burst out.

At the same time, above the ancient star, which had been blown into pieces, in the rumbling thunder, it seemed that a palpitating terrifying force was surging and reviving.

Everything around him made of illusions gradually began to distort, gradually annihilating inch by inch, turning into pitch black and nothingness.

"I, Chu Ziheng, am back." He said lightly, the memories of these tens of thousands of years faded more and more in his mind, and gradually became a vague imprint, looking back like a story from somewhere.

A sad story......