In confusion, Wangshu didn't have the strength to explain that he was not Fusang, and he couldn't bear to let Prince Hao's expectations be disappointed.

The sacred tree was broken, the black hole in the sky expanded infinitely, the darkness was reflected in the eyes, Wangshu suddenly saw a black in front of him, and a white cloud with gold edges descended from the black hole, covering the huge sun of Yanggu tightly, and a man in white stepped from the clouds, his body was slightly glowing with golden luster, not like a real person.

The light was too dazzling for people to force their eyes, Wang Shu couldn't see who was coming, his old injuries had not healed and he was seriously injured, he couldn't hold back and make any more moves, he could only temporarily default to himself as Fusang, with Prince Hao by his side, he had to let Prince Hao take him into the house.

After Prince Hao settled him, he worked non-stop to repair the Divine Tree, although he was talented, but he was still young, and his spiritual power had not reached the peak, and Fusang, the former guardian of the Divine Tree, was not half a star.

Repairing the Divine Tree was extremely spiritually demanding, and he tried his best, and his spiritual power was like a mud cow infiltrating into the Divine Tree, and he didn't see half of the improvement.

Prince Hao persevered, and the layers of wave-like spiritual power fluctuated, extinguishing the mountain fire in Yanggu.

The man in white was embedded in the clouds, and his voice was as ethereal as a cloud, coming from behind Wangshu and seeming to fall into his mind.

The man in white said, "Fusang, you should understand your mission. ”

"I'm not Fusang, why do you think I'm Fusang!" Wangshu was unconvinced and stubbornly denied it.

He obviously felt that he had a certain relationship with Fusang, he didn't want to admit it, he didn't know what he was running away from, and he had a faint illusion that as long as he admitted that he was Fusang, he couldn't stay by Cen Duxiao's side anymore.

Fusang has his mission, and Fusang's identity is by no means as simple as the incarnation of Shenmu.

He would rather be a carefree sword spirit with no pain and hatred, and he coveted every moment by Cen Duxiao's side.

Why this complex illusion?

Affected by Fusang's memory, he couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for Cen Duxiao.

He didn't want to give up on her, he would be depressed when he saw her sad, he would feel sorry for her injury, he was angry that she always treated him as Fusang, and he was reluctant to leave her.

This is what a mortal calls love? How is it possible? He has no heart.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the man in white showed a solemn appearance, Wang Shu looked at it in a daze, and saw the appearance of the man in white in a trance, but the next second he couldn't remember what he looked like.

Heaven has no appearance, it can be the appearance of all beings, and it can also be the appearance of the hearts of devout believers.

Even if Wangshu has no faith and can't remember what the man in white looks like, he can still conclude that he is the way of heaven from the sense of oppression brought by the man in white.

The voice of Heavenly Dao is the same as his incarnation, making people unable to distinguish the timbre and tone, and every word is like a solemn and solemn eulogy:

"As a god, you shouldn't be selfish, let alone affectionate, a love catastrophe has passed, why don't you understand?"

"It was your mistake to save the Demon God five hundred and twenty years ago, you were wrong, you were wrong. ”

"What have you gained in these hundreds of years of love entanglement? You have never even obtained her true heart, and your heart was born for her and should have died for her. ”

"You have violated the will of heaven again and again to save the demon god who should have been wiped out, you see, because of your own selfish feelings, how many catastrophes have been born in heaven and earth. ”

Wangshu involuntarily substituted himself into Fusang's perception and emotion, he looked up at the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, he wanted to see what kind of cold eyes the founder of the Heavenly Dao Law had, and he could see the injustice in the world and force the gods not to participate in the world's disputes.

Tanxi, Houtu, Candle Dragon, Fusang......

Heavenly Dao forced to death one after another gods who violated the laws of Heavenly Dao and showed mercy, and the world did not become better because of this ruthless cold looker, but Heavenly Dao told him here in a grand manner that there should be no selfishness, no affection!

Why shouldn't a god be sentient? He is not a mortal who worships clay gods and Buddhas!

Why shouldn't the plant elves have a heart? Who set the rules! If they can be set, why can't they be changed!

Is it true that if you don't save yourself from death, you can live freely in heaven and be a just and strict god?

Could it be that it is not against the way of heaven to be like the Emperor of Heaven who does whatever it takes to seize power, in order to consolidate his position, and trumpets the exploits of the gods in the mortal world, but never refuses to lend a helping hand to the creatures in need?

Heavenly Dao is constantly hindering him with practical actions, proving to him that the gods will be punished for interfering in the affairs of the world, and he has died once, and he still refuses to believe in this evil.

There was no need for Wang Shu to answer, and Heavenly Dao could also peek into his inner thoughts.

"Heartless spirits are born for the Heavenly Dao lineage, you don't live for yourself, but for the balance of the whole world. ”

"Plants and trees are merciless, you shouldn't give birth to a heart. ”

"If you are selfish, you will be biased, and if you are affectionate, you will be unfair, you are the sky, the heaven that supports the operation of all things in this world, you must not be selfish!"

"Now that you are dead, you should not covet the red dust, it is time to return to the way of heaven. ”

"I don't want to!!I don't want to leave!I don't want to be your puppet!" Wangshu shook his head desperately, driving away the weakness in his mind that had withdrawn from the original spirit.

Tiandao's tone showed a rare hint of sorrow: "You take a good look at who I am." ”

Wang Shu rubbed his eyes, Tiandao's face changed from blurry to clear, and he could gradually remember Tiandao's face.

He looked in amazement at the face that was indistinguishable from his own, or rather, the face that was exactly the same as Fuso.

After a long silence, Tiandao said: "I tore off half of Fusang's divine consciousness and integrated it into Wangshu, so I have you, I didn't think that you gave her a thought, and let her regain the power of the demon god will be a disaster to the world, it is my fault, and I can't go wrong again." ”

Wangshu was stunned for a long time before he said, "I am half a wisp of Fusang's divine sense?"

He had already guessed this, and he was not too surprised, but the Heavenly Dao said that he tore Fusang's divine sense?

In his dream, it was Fusang who was worried that Cen Duxiao would be sad after his death, so he took Wangshu to Buzhou Mountain to ask the sword fairy for help, and integrated his divine sense into the sword.

"So, you are Fusang, Fusang is the way of heaven?"

Cen Duxiao's guess turned out to be correct? Is he really sent by Heavenly Dao to her side?!

Didn't you say that Fusang was the reincarnation of the Emperor Houtu? What the hell is going on?

Tiandao was silent for a moment, his voice revealing imperceptible sadness, and sighed: "Yes, not exactly. Fuso is my doppelganger, I have many doppelgangers, and the most restless of them is him. ”

The Heavenly Dao is not a certain god, the Heavenly Dao has many doppelgangers, and each doppelganger jointly determines the laws of the world.

Fusang was once called Hongmeng by the way of heaven, Hongmeng did not recognize what the way of heaven did, he had repeatedly rescued the demon god, in order to send her away from the punishment of heaven, he did not hesitate to self-destruct for ten thousand years to open the door of time and space, and erase the memory of the demon god in the heavenly realm, and finally his divine power collapsed into a seed, and by coincidence, Nuwa picked up the seed of Fusang and brought it back to Yanggu.