Under the setting sun, distorted and broken corpses were everywhere, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air, and even the sunset itself was reflected even redder.

Looking at the corpses, I felt a sense of grief in my heart.

Fate is a web woven by countless choices, and before I started, I gave them a chance, but they made the wrong choice.

If you take the wrong step, you will never recover.

One by one, the living beings went to another world like this, I didn't take away the souls of these outer disciples, let them go, go to another world to rest in peace.

At this time, in the mountains in the distance, an old voice sounded:

"Zhu Feiyue, as a soul painter worshiped my Dragon and Tiger Mountain, this son is favored by fate, and has great opportunities and great perseverance, but he is ultimately an evil outsider, and it is difficult to be tolerated by my faction."

"For the time being, I will give the status of an inner disciple, and I will deal with it separately at a later date."

The voice ended in the dark night sky, and I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and finally, I officially became an inner disciple with the completion of the Dao of the Chongguan Realm.

It is getting closer and closer to the chief disciple.

I don't care about the so-called "separate processing", which in my opinion is almost the same as not dealing with it.

Otherwise, the blessing of fate is just a false empty word - according to the promise given by the three sisters of fate, I should have gone smoothly and lay all the way back to Asura, why kill so many people and make such trouble?

Standing up, I put away my sketchpad and walked towards the inner door, the corpses on the ground made me feel very palpitations.

Whether it is justified or not, the cause and effect of the killing must be counted on me, so thinking about it, the price I paid to save Li Zhiwen is inevitably too great.

The pay and return are completely disproportionate, I have been in Longhu Mountain for three days, and I haven't even arrived at the Rakshasa realm? And carried such a tragic cause and effect in vain?

I'm starting to doubt the authenticity of fate's blessings again.

No, I must make this matter clear to Li Zhiwen, the cause and effect of these dead bodies should be borne by him.

……

(Li Zhiwen's perspective)

"Li Zhiwen ......"

"Do you know what Cambrian is?"

An ethereal call gently woke me from my deep sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself still sitting on the cold throne, looking down the steps, and in the square, a dark figure stood.

The call was made by the figure.

"Who are you?" I looked at the other person closely—it was medium-sized, wearing a Western monk's long black robe, and its face was covered by a wide hood.

These days, I often fall into meaningless sleep, time, for this palace floating in the wilderness of the universe, does not exist, I touch eternity for the first time...... All the small events are stretched to infinite lengthiness by light and shadow, such as a dream, which can last for tens of thousands of years.

I'm starting to wonder if I've fallen into the inner core of a black hole. I am constantly torn apart, reorganized, I go back to the past, I go to the future, I am the dust in the spring breeze, and I am the feathers on the corpse.

I had nothing else to do but sleep, perhaps because I had slept for too long, and my coordinates had been discovered by powerful, vicious unknown species from ancient times, who followed my dreams to my palace.

The figure in the square may be one of the species from the dream realm.

I immediately became alert, but the other party remained motionless, standing in the shadows, exuding dangerous malice.

So I asked again, "Who are you?" Where are you from? How did you find me? ”

"Please answer my question first." The man said, "What is Cambrian?" ”

I hesitated for a moment, and replied coldly: "The Cambrian period is the beginning of life, the beginning of chaos, about 600 million years ago. ”

Does this person have anything to do with Cambrian?

It shook its head and replied, "You didn't get it right, Cambrian, to be exact, the Year of Light. ”

"Year of Light?"

"Yes, before the arrival of the Cambrian, the world was dark and chaotic, and the first light in the world came from the Cambrian, so we call it the Year of Light."

As the words fell, the man raised his head and gently lifted his hood, and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw its face.

That's not Miao Yi...... Is it peaceful?

The other party's face remained the same as when Fu Taiping died, with blood, broken bones, collapsed, and eyes closed.

I don't believe that a little person like Fu Taiping will have something to do with Cambrian? And don't forget, the soul of the mourning peace is long gone!

Something that doesn't exist, but appears in my palace out of thin air? How does this make sense?

In the next second, its face changed again, becoming Sun Shengcai, as before, it maintained the appearance of Sun Shengcai when he died, it was a face full of holes cut by a razor, at that time, at the night of Chengdu, I slaughtered him with my own hands.

Under my horrified gaze, the other party's appearance continued to change, Aunt Zuo, the evil farmer, mourning and crying, a series of tragically killed madmen in the mental hospital, as well as Lu Tu, Chen Mountain Fire, and the insidious peak......

In the end, it actually became what I was......

"Li Zhiwen, look carefully, this is what you will look like when you die in the future."

In the square, the other me had my eyes closed, my lips were blue, and my death was eerie to the extreme.

I leaned lazily on the throne, looked at it for a while, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I know who you are." ”

"You are the posthumous minister, not long ago, the opposite of Gu Qianchou came to visit me, and he told me that in the battle in the bardo, you were sealed by Chen Shanhuo, and you became a stone sculpture."

"But I still don't understand, what the hell are you? Gu Qianchou said, you are what everyone looks like when they are dying, this description is too abstract. ”

The Remnant put his hat back on and hid in the shadows: "First of all, you have to understand the meaning of the word Remnant ......"

"It is one of the thousands of dharmas, the despair, remorse, anger and fear that is expressed at the end of life, it is the dark side of all human beings, and it is also the sum total of all things that human beings fear."

"The remains are you, me, the world, and the underworld."

Two blood-red flames erupted from my eyes, and they swept fiercely on the Remnant's body, but even the Fire Phoenix's anger still couldn't penetrate the shadows around the Remnant's body, and I couldn't see through its essence.

With a sneer, I pointed at it and said, "Don't blow yourself so mysterious, at most, you are just a broken military star in the underworld, you can't go on in the underworld, you came to the world to spread wild, scattered and scattered, you began to fight the idea of the goddess of fate in the bardo, so you gathered a group of powerful partners and formed the so-called Cambrian." ”

"Mr. Legacy, am I right about your life?"

It stood silently in the shadows, looking up at me on the throne.

I shook my head and sighed: "No matter what, you are already the dust of history, your Cambrian has long since collapsed, you have been involved in the plan of the three sisters of fate, and you have also failed, you are a pathetic loser, a ghost full of resentment." ”

"Wait, now you are not even as good as a ghost, at best, you are just a projection of the void of history."

The figure of the relict began to retreat, and its ethereal whisper resounded throughout the palace:

"The original intention of the Cambrian was to recreate the glory of the Year of Light at the beginning of creation in the wasteland of the world, when the first light in the darkness irradiates the world, all things will be sublimated to the greatest extent!"

"By then, each of us will be a god! Can you imagine the great miracle of the light of creation? ”

"Let the world go back to the Cambrian?" I smacked at the floor: "I'll ask you first, how old are you?" What qualifications do you have to erase the power of the world to exist? ”

"Widow, you have held yourself too high, you have sacrificed your stupidity and arrogance, so fate has rewarded you with the final chapter of annihilation."

"Nope." It retreated and sighed: "Li Zhiwen, you completely misunderstood the whole thing. ”

"Everything is in my plan, the world is destined to usher in the last apocalypse, soon, that day will come sooner than you and I imagined."

"Li Zhiwen, we will meet again soon, in the netherworld, in the underworld, in hell...... I chose you, and you chose me. ”

Soon, the shadows in the square, with the projection of the remains, disappeared.

After a long time, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and collapsed completely on the throne, my face covered in cold sweat.

The remains in reality have been sealed in the nether realm and become a stone sculpture, but its consciousness can still penetrate the dimension of time and come to the palace.

The conversation I had with it just now seemed meaningless, but there was a lot of negative information hidden in it.

I vaguely realized that the awakening of the relics seemed to be a foregone conclusion, it had not been extinguished, but was temporarily sealed by Chen Shanhuo.

What disturbs me even more is that the Remnant is still plotting to kill each and every one of us, at least from the confidence it exudes in the conversation just now, it is 1,000% sure that it will bring the world back to the Cambrian period.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if the relics really awaken from the sealed state, then no one in the current world can stop it.

The peak of Huangquan has the terrifying strength that can make the tomb woman vomit blood and fall into a coma, and it is not surprising that this kind of gloomy existence has become the biggest scourge in the world.

None of the above was enough to cause me to feel fear, collapse and despair.

The title "posthumous appearance" itself is what makes my scalp tingle the most.

One of the thousands of laws? What does each person look like before and after death?

From this short description, I can probably deduce that the origin of the body is not human.

It may be a more terrifying species beyond humans and the underworld, and it may even be one of the Nether Evil Gods described by Sorrow and Snow.

Moreover, how should we understand the last sentence before the disappearance of the posthumous image?

It chose me, and I chose it?