C8 The World Is about to Fall

"I heard you're going to the mountain?"

Chu Zhao bowed respectfully to the village chief and said, "This world is not a place I want to stay after all. All these years, whenever I think of the vow I made in my heart, I feel restless. "

"Although this place is small, the weather is good and the scenery is beautiful. How can it not be a good place to settle down?" The village chief took a sip of tea and continued: "I don't know how magnificent the outside world is, but I think it's not much different from the scenery here"

"But I feel suffocated here" Chu Zhao looked at the sky and said hesitantly.

The village chief filled Chu Zhao's tea and changed the tea leaves in the pot. He took the water and said, "But those who entered the mountain never came out. "

"What if they are not dead?" Chu Zhao asked.

The village chief frowned and subconsciously looked at the tall mountain that stood out like a flock of cranes in the mountains.

"What if they leave this place and go to the outside world?" Chu Zhao continued to ask and pounded the village chief's heart like a heavy hammer.

"I want to climb the mountain. I want to go to the highest place to take a look. Even if I can't go out, I can still know where I am and what the world I live in looks like. "

"What if you go there and see that the place you live in is the same as the pigsty, chicken ring, duck ring, dog circle and cow ring?"

The village chief suddenly disappeared, and the village disappeared as well. The river that he often fished in could no longer be seen, and the endless green mountains also disappeared without a trace.

The only thing that surrounded Chu Zhao was the clouds. This place was very beautiful. The sun had dyed the clouds red, like cinnabar falling into the water.

There was a kind face in front of him. It was a smiling face with a testing meaning.

"Then what will you do? What can you do?" The old man continued to ask.

"Pata. "

A drop of rain fell on the back of Chu Zhao's hand. It was a drop of ink.

The ink fell into Chu Zhao's skin like a black mole.

"Was it a dream?" Chu Zhao looked at the mole on the back of his hand and thought of the fish. Had he made an oath that he would never be able to fulfill?

"Of course it's not a dream!" The old man sat cross-legged. The white hair covering the roof behind him danced in the wind like a huge cloud.

"That's my painting. They are all the people in the painting. "

"The person in the painting?" Chu Zhao found it hard to believe. How could a painting be so real?

He touched his face. It was the face that had been burned by the fire.

However, there was no scar. The scar that originally existed had disappeared.

Or rather, those scars did not exist in the first place. That meant that everyone in the village did not exist. They were all the ink beads on the back of his hand.

"You are very special. " The old man looked at Chu Zhao and said, "You have lived in my painting for three years, although you are very serious in learning how to fish, hunt, and farm. But your heart has never been there. These three years are like a thought in your heart. Your body is unconsciously climbing. My painting did not trap you. "

"Although the painting I gave you is the most ordinary painting in the World Ascension realm, for you to be able to walk out of it, this matter itself is already very extraordinary"

"You've reached the top, standing at the highest point of this world, the clouds are right under your feet, the world you want to look down on is right in front of you, congratulations"

"But. . . Why can't I be happy?" Chu Zhao looked at the scenery downstairs and couldn't help but cry.

Then he burst into tears.

"Why didn't I have the joy of success?" Chu Zhao muttered to himself.

"Because you only know that you are still very far away from the sky when you are here. " The old man stared at the sky and continued, "It is still very, very far away, you can never touch it. "

"Then can we walk up again?" Chu Zhao asked expectantly.

The old man smiled and said, "But there is no road!"

But there was no road!

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning that jolted Chu Zhao awake. If there was no road. . . How could he go up?

This was a skyscraper built by the entire country!

But compared to the sky, it still belonged to the ground.

"The method of building a building is too stupid. The intention of the Sovereign King building this building is not to trample the heavens and pluck the stars, because he knows that this method will never touch the sky. "

"Then what is the purpose of building this tower?" Chu Zhao was somewhat in disbelief. Wasn't this building built to pluck stars from the sky? But everyone in the world said that the emperor built this building for the sake of plucking the stars from the sky!

Both the book and the teacher said so, but why was the old man in front of him so sure that he wasn't?

"He built this building to let more people stand at a higher place and look at this world" The old man seemed to have thought of something and revealed a nostalgic smile.

"Then. . . Why did he need to go through such a difficult path in Heaven Reaching Path to come here?"

Chu Zhao was very puzzled and very puzzled. Since it was to let more people come and take a look, why did you choose the method in Heaven Reaching Path? Because countless outstanding people had died in the Heaven Reaching Path.

If he wanted more people to come and take a look, shouldn't he use a simpler method?

"Because many people feel that the wind is too strong when standing here. "

This was the highest place in the world, so the wind was especially strong.

It was lonely at the top, this was the reason.

"Those people only took a casual glance here and couldn't wait to go back to their warm and safe homes and hide in warm blankets. "

The old man seemed to be a little excited and said quickly, "But how can this be possible!? How can this be!? "

Chu Zhao looked at the old man quietly. He did not say anything to comfort him. He waited quietly until the old man's mood stabilized. Only then did he say, "So Heaven Reaching Path is to let those who want to come up pass?"

The old man looked at Chu Zhao, revealing a row of white teeth. The white hair behind him moved with the wind, forming a strange scenery on the roof.

"Only people like you who really want to come up and see can come up. "

The old man pointed downstairs and said, "As for those people who didn't come up to see, if they die, then so be it!"

Thinking of the grass on the grassland that grew very well, Chu Zhao felt pity. These grass were all fertile from the bodies of those outstanding people in the world. But what did those people do wrong?

Why did they receive such a cruel and ruthless punishment?

"I feel that this method is inappropriate. " Chu Zhao looked at the old man, his eyes revealing an unusually firm stance.

"Oh? Do you think it's inappropriate?" The old man said with a smile.

"Not appropriate. " Chu Zhao shook his head and said.

"Then. . . You do it well!" The old man laughed wildly and pointed behind him and said, "Do you see that iron rod? You pull it out, and this Heaven Reaching Path will close. "

The white hair flew wildly in the air, covering the sky and covering the sun. Among the white hair, there was a black iron rod standing quietly.

It was not eye-catching, but it was straight and strong.

Chu Zhao approached the iron rod. It was a black and shiny iron rod. It was the same color as his eyes, and it had a kind of charm that could capture one's soul.

An unknown pattern was engraved on the surface of the iron stick. When Chu Zhao held it in his hand, he felt as if his blood was connected to it.

He could feel that this was his thing.

This was his rod.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. It was unknown where it came from, but there were many dark clouds.

These dark clouds were being chased by the wind and then collided with each other.

"Kacha!"

Thunder exploded and lightning flashed.

Heaven and Earth Xiu Ran's expression changed and the entire roof was covered by this black cloud.

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Sir was eating. Today's meal was cooked by his only disciple. It was very light, but the taste was quite good.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound resounded in his mind like a bolt from the blue.

The mister was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly counted with his fingers, his brows tightly knitted together.

What was the problem with this? Why was it different from what he had imagined?

He looked at the black dot on the horizon and quickly called his disciple over.

"You should go and take a look at the Heaven Reaching Path. "

The disciple tidied his clothes, then knelt down respectfully and said goodbye to the mister.

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The Emperor was reviewing the memorials. The thirteen prefectures in the northwest were suffering from natural disasters this year, and there were very few harvests. The refugees were raiding and robbing, which gave him a headache.

"Boom!!"

A thunderous sound was heard.

It was the sound of thunder coming from the Heaven Stepping Tavern .

The Emperor was shocked. He quickly walked out of the palace and looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky. He was extremely shocked.

He muttered to himself, "Has it finally begun?"

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In a mountain in the north, a lone swordsman drew his sword from the head of a wolf and wiped the blood off his white sleeves.

His eyes were firm and determined. Just like the wolf he killed, they were filled with madness.

He sheathed his sword and walked deeper into the mountain like a wolf, step by step.

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At this moment, he was destined to be extraordinary. Countless people in the world started to do things that they did not think they would do because of this sudden clap of thunder.

The wind rose and the clouds surged.

Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled.

The continuous collisions between the dark clouds created countless thunderclaps, and before the thunderclaps, it was lightning.

The lightning in the black sky continued to interweave, like numerous silver lines.

Then, these lines converged together, forming a huge dragon.

The huge dragon hid within the black clouds. The black clouds were blown by the wind, occasionally revealing the scales and claws of the huge dragon.

There was no emotion in the giant dragon's eyes. They were filled with a cold and indifferent feeling.

Cold, that was why it was destroyed.

It wanted to destroy that iron rod.

It wanted to destroy the owner of that iron rod.

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar echoed in the sky above Heaven Stepping Tavern .

The Heaven Stepping Tavern began to shake. The roof tilted to the left and the iron pillars kept falling.

The Heaven Stepping Tavern was built by the emperors of the previous dynasty. It was made of the most solid materials. It was the best craftsman. It also had the support of countless formations to stabilize the tall buildings.

Just by looking at the paths connected by the few iron chains in Heaven Reaching Path, one could tell how sturdy this building was.

However. . . Under the might of the silver dragon's roar, such a building actually showed signs of collapsing.

On the grassland, those who did not have any hope of passing the test looked at those who were participating in the test as usual.

Bo Le drew a hook on the book and said, "Luo Shui, Shea Yuann, pass. "

"Hualala ~"

"What's wrong? " Everyone looked at the gigantic metal chain that was constantly shaking in front of them and began to stir.

"What happened?"

"The Heaven Reaching Path is. . . Trembling!" Someone shouted in fear.

"The Heaven Stepping Tavern . . . Is going to collapse!"