Du Chengfeng's side has only spent half a month, but in the place where he can't see, a protracted battle has been going on for thirty years.

What kind of scene will it be when two mind users face each other? Huang Tian hadn't thought that he had always been a mental power user, using this majestic power to crush those ordinary so-called powerhouses - the only real battle was a fiasco, as his father said, to this point.

So his father, is it really strong?

"Come out, I know you're here."

In the world where the sea is rampant, above a fishing village by the sea, the emperor sky dozens of feet high flies above the clouds like a living god.

"If you're willing to come out on your own, that's fine, but if you don't...... It doesn't matter. ”

The long sword fell, it was still the familiar fallen sun swordsmanship, and all the five hundred and twenty-seven mouths in the entire fishing village were twisted into the sword qi, and all of them died on the spot, and there were no corpses.

Only one person carried this ferocious sword qi.

"Wouldn't it be better to come out early? At least you'll be able to save their lives...... Of course, I'm kidding, they can bring you back to life, so how can I possibly let them live. ”

With the heavy fist smashing, the figure that held a long knife high and looked like a teenager suddenly shattered into a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

But there was no victorious smile on Huangtian's face.

It's just that he killed a newly resurrected one, and there must be more fathers resurrected in different places right now - it's not even singular but plural, and God knows how many kills he has to kill to be truly victorious.

His father had countless chances to come back, and the worshippers who could resurrect him were hidden in the worlds, in hidden places, and as long as he couldn't catch them all, his father would continue to recover.

What's even more troublesome is that he himself can't use this method.

If it was before, he might still be able to resurrect again and again, break free from death again and again, and continue to fight again and again, but this time is completely different, just because the current him is too different from the one he used to be.

Now that he is dead, he is really dead, and he will never continue to fight his father, and everything will go back to the way it used to be.

"So...... Who the hell am I? ”

After slaughtering a city again, Huangtian suddenly fell into a trance.

If he was not the resurrected him, was he the one who was resurrected before? How can you tell if he is him? Who is he now?

"It's not important, none of this matters......"

Using the current battle as a reason, the emperor tried to keep himself from thinking about it for a while.

But there are some things that he doesn't want to think about, so he really doesn't think about them, like the famous "don't think about the elephant" story...... Well, although the appearance of an elephant appeared in his mind again, this only relieved Huangtian a little.

It's just about the elephant, not about the complicated issues.

It's just a verification of strength, you just need to fight.

To what extent is validation complete? Of course, one side is completely incapacitated. As in the current situation, his father is still resurrected all over the ground, of course, it is not a real verification - he has not done his best, he believes that his father is not either, the battle is still going on, and they have not really decided the winner.

I have to keep fighting, and I have to keep fighting.

Thinking like this, Huang Tian once again waved his hand to break through the air in front of him, preparing to go to the next world, and similar things, he had repeated many times in the past thirty years - even he was a little embarrassed, why his father could be resurrected in some unexpected place every time, but it didn't matter, the current battle situation was in his favor.

"Just keep killing, just like that giant."

Some memories of the past in his mind guide him now, making him clearly aware of how absolute violence should be used. And in the past thirty years, his mastery of this violence has become more and more proficient, and this huge body has become like an arm.

Thirty years is like a moment in time for him.

"Or is it really just a moment?"

As he passed through the void connecting the two worlds, Huang Tian frowned slightly again.

He is different now from thirty years ago, and in terms of the unstable state thirty years ago, he is much clearer in terms of perception now - maybe his perception is right, it is really just a moment, after all, the time between the worlds is different, and the traditional time record has long lost its meaning, thirty years and a moment, there may be a difference, or there may be no difference.

"So where am I now?"

The first thing you do when you come to a new environment is to confirm your position - again, this is not a geographical location in the traditional sense, but the atmosphere of the whole world, what is the culture and popularity of the world, what methods will they fight, what is special about it, and what resistance is it possible for him as an interloper...... Fortunately, he has experienced a lot and is skilled enough, but the most basic intelligence gathering is not difficult for him.

"It's ...... Is Buddhism prosperous? ”

Just by glancing at the air, Huang Tian roughly determined the current environment, the stupas everywhere, and the faint sound of Sanskrit chanting in the distance...... Fortunately, it's just a group of bald donkeys, with some strength, but limited.

At least, it can't stop him.

"Buddha enemy! Heavenly Devil! ”

When the Emperor fell from mid-air, the monks rushed from afar, and it was clear that his murderous ferocity was still too easy to arouse hostility without deliberately hiding his figure—but it was still indifferent to the Emperor, who was going to kill them all anyway.

"Can't you say something new......

As the blades fell, the monks were all smashed.

In the past, he may have thought that killing was a battle, a sacredness, and something that needed to be taken seriously, but after thirty years of killing, killing has long become a mechanical movement for him, waving his hand, removing a batch of lives, and waving his hand, and removing a batch of ...... It didn't matter who was killed or how many were killed, it didn't matter to him, he just had to make sure that he had cleared the target he needed to clear.

It is precisely because of this that now he is not only killing people, but also has kung fu to wander.

"Why can't they say anything new?"

Looking at the corpses of the monks under his feet, Huang Tian in mid-air frowned slightly.

It would be nice to have something new, at least to make him more comfortable to kill - it was actually good at first, and when he followed in his father's footsteps, he went to so many new worlds and saw a lot of new environments...... But after the past 30 years, he suddenly felt that all this seemed to be a little, inexplicably linked.

Just as the monks will worship the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, the monks will definitely seek immortality and immortality, the pirates will either use long knives or axes, and the barbarians must be bare-armed and covered with patterns...... Everything seems to have changed, everything seems to have not changed, he seems to have gone to many worlds, but after seeing too much, he always feels that something is not right.

If it had been before, he might not have cared about such small details, but now......

"Why?"

Doubts gradually began to fill his mind.

Just like the famous "don't be like an elephant", the more he tried to ignore this doubt, the more this doubt became bigger and bigger in his heart, and even intertwined with another doubt.

"Who the hell am I?"

Huang Tian asked himself.

"Where the hell am I?"

He vaguely realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where the mistake was.

So he put aside this doubt and continued to chase it.

But this time, he was not ready to continue chasing his father, he was a little tired of this infinite chase, and now he wanted to figure everything out and ask all this clearly - as for who to ask, of course, it was his grandfather, the old man who chose to fly to the outside world back then, but he is still alive now.

Even as strong as a young man.

"Huh? How did you become like this? ”

When Huang Tian broke through the space and returned to the place that he could call his hometown, the sturdy old man looked at him now and frowned slightly.

"With so much other people's mental strength entwined in your body, are you still the real you now?"

"I want to ask that question too."

Looking at that familiar face, Huang Tian's brows furrowed.

"I've been resurrected so many times, is the current Ling still the real you?"

"Of course I am, and I will only be me."

The old man's answer was quite decisive, and his face was full of the wisdom brought by age.

"No matter how many times I die, no matter how many times I am resurrected, I will always be me, and I can only be me...... Why, looking at the blood on your body, there is a contradiction with your father? ”

"I just want to ...... Ask a question. ”

Huang Tian clenched his fists.

He vaguely felt that the answer he wanted might really be able to ask.

"We really ...... Ascension? ”

Gritting his teeth, Huang Tian said what he had in his heart, that thought.

"Have we really risen out of the original world?"

"Of course, these things are clearly recorded in the genealogy."

In front of the emperor, the old man laughed.

"Haven't you been watching those things since you were a kid? Why do you ask? ”

"I ...... Don't understand. ”

Taking a deep breath, Huang Tian continued.

"Why is it that even though we have soared, these new worlds are still the same as before? Why is there so much of the world, but most of them look the same? Have we really soared? Where have we flown up? If we do get out of it, then why are these things ...... So familiar? ”

"Or else? Isn't that what the world is like? ”

The old man frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

"What else could it be like if it wasn't? What do you think the new world will look like? ”

"I ......"

Huang Tian suddenly choked on the spot.

yes, what else would it be like if it weren't?

In his eyes, what will the new world look like?

Maybe it's all about the same, there will be some familiar places anyway, and they are all suitable for him to play anyway, and they are all unimpeded for him anyway...... When he went to those new worlds, he was able to perfectly crush all the so-called local powerhouses with the advantage of his heart, and he never made any mistakes in his life.

Except, that one failed.

Only that time, the result he didn't expect at all, and only that time, led to a devastating fiasco—a fiasco that had cost him so much, but it also made him feel something that could be called real.

Yes, it's more real to lose.

That was the first time he felt that the world itself could have such uncertain variables.

So here's the problem.

If that world were real......

"All of this is fake?"

When the inspiration broke through his mind, Huang Tian looked down at the old man's eyes, and it changed immediately.

Why is there so many similar situations between so many worlds, why does he have an inexplicable sense of familiarity wherever he goes, no matter how many worlds change, he can always find some shadow of déjà vu...... He used to be quite puzzled, but now it seems that everything is not so complicated.

Perhaps there have never been any such so-called worlds, and all so-called worlds are just bubbles attached to reality.

And he, his father, and even his grandfather, have always lived only in these bubbles, in these fantasies.

"This ...... It's ascension. ”

When the fog in front of him was gradually lifted, Huangtian felt that he had seen a certain truth.

Some, it was called the truth of the ascension.

They never really left, they just hid in the mezzanine of illusions, and with the blessing of mental strength, they weaved one phantom after another for themselves...... This is the so-called ascension recorded in the genealogy, but it is nothing more than an escape.

Even their physical bodies may have been dead for an unknown amount of time.

And now they ...... Are they really the same people they once were?

"I ...... Who the hell is it? ”

Huang Tian once again asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Where am I?"

"Do you want to calm down first, kid?"

In front of the emperor, the old man stood up with a frown.

"You're in a bad state, and the mental forces that are wrapped around you are affecting you, and you're ......"

"No, I'm calm now."

Huang Tian looked up.

"It's because of these mental powers, these mental energies from the real world, that I can see all of this clearly, see everything clearly."

With that, Huang Tian raised his sword.

(End of chapter)