The white-haired old man's words had a very big impact on the four of them.

They are all eager to see what kind of demeanor this Father God has who has led mankind to glory?

Wutian asked, "Senior, where is Father now?"

"He has become a speck of dust in the long river of history, and has been forgotten by the world, but he will always live in my heart. ”

The white-haired old man said with admiration in his eyes.

"Alas!"

Wutian couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, no matter how great a person is, or how powerful a person is, he can't withstand the ravages of time.

Steady God, Wutian said: "Since the Chaos Purgatory was created by the Father, then the junior should go to the ninth layer to have a look, first, to show the junior's respect for him, and second, maybe the father God left something important on the ninth layer." ”

"Something important?"

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned, lowered his head and muttered a little, then looked at Wutian seriously and asked, "Do you really want to go in?"

Wutian nodded.

The white-haired old man said, "Even if you die inside, you won't regret it?"

Wutian said: "No regrets." ”

"Then you can go, in fact, the old man also wants to know, what is on the ninth floor? If you can come out alive, I hope you can tell the old man everything inside, and it can be regarded as helping the old man fulfill a long-cherished wish that cannot be achieved. ”

The white-haired old man sighed.

"It's a deal. ”

Wutian nodded.

The white-haired old man looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Boy, the old man suddenly found that you are not so annoying!"

Wutian smiled: "The juniors also suddenly discovered that the seniors are not so annoying. ”

"Haha......"

The two laughed at the same time, and there was a feeling that they hated to see each other.

Again, laugh at the grudge.

The unhappiness accumulated these days, both of them have forgotten it completely.

"Follow me. ”

The white-haired old man greeted the four of them, and landed in front of the main hall first, and with a slight wave of the old man's big hand, the closed door slowly opened.

The four of them descended beside the old man and looked towards the main hall.

Inside the hall, there is only one altar, but next to the altar, there is also a dark stone door, which is closed and exudes a long atmosphere.

The white-haired old man led the four of them to the stone gate.

After three pious bows to the stone gate, the white-haired old man asked again: "From the beginning of the creation of the Chaos Purgatory until now, this stone door has never been opened, and no one in the world behind the door knows anything, Wutian, have you really thought about it?"

Wutian clasped his hands tightly and said firmly: "The junior says one thing." ”

The white-haired old man took a deep breath, bit his fingers, and drops of blood continued to overflow, dripping on the stone door.

With a clang, a crack opened in the stone door.

A dazzling bright light shone out through the crack in the door.

At the moment, there is nothing surprising behind the stone gate.

The stone door gradually opened, and the light became more and more dazzling.

The moment it was completely opened, the light began to dissipate, revealing a white expanse, and what was inside was completely invisible.

The white-haired old man stepped aside and admonished, "Boy, be careful. ”

Wutian nodded, stared at the world inside the door, and said without looking back: "Bird Saint, Luo Qiang, Zhang Ji, you are waiting for me outside." ”

"Master ......"

Luo Qiang hurriedly spoke, but before the words could be spoken, Wutian said in a deep voice: "You all let me stay here honestly, whoever dares to trespass in, I will definitely not forgive him." ”

With that, he stepped directly into the stone gate and disappeared from the sight of several people.

"Whether you forgive or not, I can't watch you go into danger alone. ”

Luo Qiang's stubborn temper also came up, and he took a step without hesitation.

But at this moment, Zhang Ji grabbed his wrist, shook his head and said, "Uncle has uncle's proportion, don't make trouble." ”

The Bird Saint echoed: "That's right, believe him, there is nothing in this world that he can't do." ”

Luo Qiang said angrily: "It's all nonsense, he is my master, can I rest assured?"

Zhang Ji said: "He is also my uncle." ”

Bird Saint said: "He is my relative, when it comes to worrying, Grandpa Bird Saint is not more worried than you, but I know better that I can't drag him back." ”

Luo Qiang glanced at the two of them uncertainly, and finally let out a long sigh, retracted his steps, and fell silent.

The white-haired old man glanced at the three of them, and muttered secretly: "These little guys, other old men don't look down on them, but they value love and righteousness, so that the old man can't admire them." ”

......

Walking in a white world.

I couldn't see anything else, so I could only walk straight ahead.

But from the moment he entered the place, he felt a very friendly aura, and he was always wandering around.

It's like there's his relatives here.

This made him a little surprised and a little confused.

He walked and walked and walked, and he didn't know how long he walked, and finally he saw a quaint stone staircase in front of him.

The stone staircase floats in the white mist, leading to the distant horizon.

Wutian came to the stone staircase, an ancient breath rushed to the face, and each step had traces of erosion by wind and frost, indicating that its existence had traversed the ancient and modern.

And, that kind of atmosphere is stronger than before!

It was as if there was a dearest relative, at the end of the stone stairs, calling him and waiting for him.

Without hesitation, he stepped on the first step.

A mysterious force immediately enveloped him.

But just as he was about to step back down the steps, the mysterious power vanished again.

"What's going on?"

Wutian frowned.

Then.

He took the second step.

The mysterious power never appeared again.

"Is it a delusion?"

With doubts, Wutian tentatively stepped on the third step.

The mystical power still hasn't emerged.

"Strange thing. ”

Muttering secretly, he put aside his doubts for a while, and walked towards the end of the stone staircase step by step without hurry.

Meanwhile.

In a dim world.

The earth is full of holes, the mountains and rivers are broken and withered, and everywhere is filled with a tragic atmosphere.

Inside a dilapidated hall.

A white-haired old man sat cross-legged, scarred from top to bottom, and his long coat soaked with blood.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his old face was extremely pale.

Obviously, he's recuperating here.

But suddenly.

When he opened his eyes, two rays of light burst out, brighter than the sun and the moon, as if he could penetrate the ages and see through the past and the present.

Gradually, a smile of relief crept up on his face.

"You've finally grown up. ”

He muttered in a low voice, closed his eyes again, and entered a state of cultivation.

The ninth layer of Chaos Purgatory.

Wutian walked silently alone, and there was silence all around.

Don't look at him on the surface is calm, but in fact he is very excited in his heart.

Because as we move forward, that sense of intimacy grows stronger.

Even his blood was boiling.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Three days later, he finally saw the end of the stone staircase.

However, to his surprise, there was nothing at the end, and it was still a white void.

But he wasn't disappointed.

Because above the last step, a palm-sized mark was suspended, releasing a hazy brilliance.

And the source of that kindness comes from that mark.

"What is this?"

He took three steps and two steps, and quickly came to the last step, looking up at the sigil with doubts in his eyes.

There was no one he wanted to see, but there was a mark.

But the question is, why did God leave a mark?

And why did it give him a sense of intimacy?

More importantly, what does the imprint mean?

He reached out and touched the sigil with his fingertips.

The moment his fingertips touched the imprint, a piece of news flooded into his mind.

"What are the world's various states?"

"What is the meaning of life and death?"

"The world calls the old man a father, and the old man should lead them out of the sea of suffering......"

"But if you want to break free from the fate of ants, there is only one way, step into Hengyu ......"

"For this reason, the old man has been integrated into the mortal dust for hundreds of millions of years, and finally got a glimpse of the true meaning of life and death......"

"However, after the old man stepped into Hengyu, he found out that the truth was far from being like this......

"But no matter what the truth is, the old man will lead the human race and fight them to the end until the day he sees the light......"

"But with the start of the battle, the old man deeply realized that they were too powerful, and it was really difficult for the old man to ...... the sky alone."

"The old man is ashamed, ashamed of the name of the Father......"

"Therefore, the old man will leave his understanding of the mystery of life and death here, hoping that future generations and descendants will be able to get it, so that they can be reborn, reborn in Nirvana, and contribute to the common people and the people......"

“......”

Wutian read these messages carefully.

Then fell silent.

After a long time, Fang sighed: "It turns out that this mark contains the Father's understanding of the mystery of life and death, and he is really a great man. ”

"But what does that mean, far from that?"

"Who are they whom the Father is referring to?"

"Who is God at war with?"

"Is the Father really dead?"

One question after another, constantly crawling out of my mind.

Wutian's mind is messed up.

I originally thought that as long as I understood the mystery of life and death, as long as I stepped into the realm of Hengyu, I could get rid of the fate of being controlled and change from a chess piece to a gamer.

But I never expected that even if I stepped into Hengyu, I couldn't really get rid of the fate of being bound.

The helplessness in the Father's words, the despair in those words, made him deeply realize that things were far from being as simple as they seemed.

"What is the truth?"

"And why does the imprint give me a sense of intimacy?"

"Is there any connection between the Father and me?"

Wutian raised his head, looked at the white void, and muttered to himself.

"Alas!"

A moment later.

He sighed deeply and muttered: "What is the truth, in fact, it doesn't have much to do with me, all I have to do is to resurrect her and find her parents, as for the rest, it's all fate!"

Subsequently.

He didn't linger any longer, and turned to leave.

He didn't need that seal anymore, so he didn't take it away and left it for future generations.