What does the world look like after death?

In the mouth of the missionary, the body dies after death, and the soul of the good man will fly to heaven and will no longer be disturbed by the world, while the soul of the evil man will float to the underworld, where he will suffer and be tortured in hell.

Why, then, are both good and bad people so afraid of death?

If this is true, should you fly to heaven, or to hell and be tortured again?

Neither, it seems.

Ye Ran sat under the glass tree and quietly watched the blue light flickering in the sky.

"Where is this?",

Stretching out his hand, the blue light passed through the palm, and he realized that he no longer had an actual body, and the so-called palm was just a phantom.

The glass tree behind him is rooted on a small island.

The island floats in the air.

At this time, he was on this small island, floating in a starry space, looking up at the bright starlight and the bright moon. Looking down, the Milky Way is tilted, the streamer is flying, this dreamlike world makes him amazed and shocked,

No one answered him, but the soil under his feet grew quietly, one by one connecting the distance.

He was amazed to find that this piece of growth suddenly looked like a puzzle of the world, stitching together a world at a speed visible to the naked eye, he saw a dense primeval ancient forest, and then the sky was covered with snow, and the boundless snow region appeared, and then the legendary Golden Palace of the Protoss rose beyond the snowy region, and he saw a god standing on the high steps, accepting the worship of everyone.

Midgard, Asgard, Hell. The triangular world of people, gods, and ghosts became clear and distinct, and beyond the boundless snowy region was the tragic Shura field.

A huge siren brings a terrifying tsunami, giants walk in the mountains, and a giant snake connects head to end. It was as if the whole ocean was colluded.

There are man-eating monsters and demons of destruction everywhere, and the group of people with blood moons on their foreheads can only struggle in this miserable Shura field because they have been turned away from the Atrium World.

At the end of the white snowfield, a tall man in armor burned with a large gun burning crimson flames, and the monster roared wherever he passed.

A figure stepped out of the flames, the blood moon on its forehead dazzling, and they banished the giant. Slay the Kraken, and they attract more monsters as a result, from the boundless snowy regions to the stone monuments at the end of the world, graveyards everywhere, battlefields everywhere.

Ye Ran was used to seeing tragedy and blood, but when this kind of majestic and indomitable battle was never seen.

He watched under the glass tree for a long time, but the tragic battle seemed to have no end. The deep sea monster perished, the troll god rose, the troll god was wiped out, but the blood demon drew his sword and rose up. One by one, the blood demons were torn apart through their chests, but there were still bloodthirsty eyes staring at them beyond the snowy region.

When the bloodthirsty monsters outside the snowy region were also destroyed, there was a sudden loud bang in the sky. The cracks in the Dao spread in all directions, and the sky cracked for no reason.

Soon, the sky collapsed. A black sun crushed the sky and descended into the world, and the magma flowed down the cracks, and the Sheep Horn Continent suddenly turned into hell, and even the gods were vulnerable to the terrible flames.

One by one, the figures of the red flame fell, the armor cracked inch by inch, and the man in the armor could no longer hold the gun in his hand, and he threw the gun with all his strength.

A pillar of fire rose into the sky, and roaring waves of fire staggered, and the black sun in the sky let out an earth-shattering roar and collapsed.

The Dao figure flew up, flying through the clouds into the cracks in the air, and in the slow repair, the cracks in the sky gradually closed.

It's just that there are very few people with blood moons engraved on their foreheads in the flames.

A red figure appeared under the glass tree, and he held his hands behind his back, bringing boundless silence.

"Ye Ran, how many opponents has my clan defeated?",

A majestic voice came to his ears, and he turned his head in amazement.

He suddenly remembered the same voice that had been in his ears when he had awakened in the Doll's House.

And the vague giant shadow floating in the air quickly coincided with him.

"I don't know",

He had seen the demise of the Depths Monster, the Titan, and the Titans, but he couldn't remember how many races had fallen to the Elder Moon Clan since then.

His brow furrowed slightly,

At such a close distance, he couldn't even see this person's face clearly.

But the feeling of blood connection surged from the bottom of his heart, bringing him an indescribable tremor.

"Sixteen races, one hundred and thirty-seven xenospecies",

That human: "Before the ban on heaven, our people did not taste defeat",

He stretched out his hand, without any energy, and the milky way and flying streamers poured below disappeared into thin air, while the worlds were spliced faster and faster.

The scene of the gods of the atrium disappearing appeared in front of him.

"Ye Ran, how many people died in the war in our clan in order to defend against other places?",

The man asked again.

"I don't know",

There is no longer the figure of the Ancient Moon Clan in the spliced world, their glory has passed, and it has been replaced by a gray area, the Moon Clan who is clothed with the rabbit people.

They are still strong, but they are no longer the invincible race they once were.

They no longer have that kind of miserable, silent breath, under the sky full of stars, they are no longer only intoxicated by the universe galaxy, the vast power, they have become comfortable under the starry sky.

When the war was far away from them, they also liked this comfortable life.

Knowing the arrival of ghouls and evil spirits, their lives also turn into nightmares.

"Before dusk, thirty-eight thousand six hundred of our people died in the war, in the conquest of the monsters of the deep sea, against the giants",

"After dusk, the number of our people who died in the war was more than 700,000",

Ye Ran's pupils shrank suddenly.

"They may die of disease or accident, but the last bloodline dies at the hands of inferior ogres and evil spirits, races that were not even qualified to look up to us in the past",

Ye Ran gritted his teeth and turned his head, he didn't dare to look at the bloody and blurred picture of the Battle of Rest, he had experienced many bloody battles, but he still didn't dare to face this cruel history.

"Before dusk, our people were born in the cold winter, lived in a desperate situation, died in battle, and the number of clansmen in the past generations was only a thousand, but they were invincible and powerful in the world",

"After dusk, you were born in the cradle, lived comfortably, died in bed, and the people were prosperous, but there was no longer any legacy of me",

Ye Ran was silent and listened to his teachings quietly.

But he did not continue his duties, saying: "That's not your fault, no one can avoid the rise and fall of a race, but now, it's time to decide life and death again."

"Ye Ran, you are my bloodline, and the only king's bloodline, I will give you a second life, are you ready to face the wind and rain of the world?"

(To be continued.) )