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Two scarlet cracks suddenly appeared in the endless darkness. The scarlet light pillars shot out from the cracks, forcing them to shoot out dozens of feet.

The sound of heavy breathing carried along the sound of metal chains being dragged across the black world.

"How many years has it been? It's finally here." The vicissitudes of life could be felt throughout the world, and excitement and excitement could be felt everywhere.

The crack completely opened, and in the blink of an eye, the dark world was engulfed by the scarlet light. Looking at it from the light, it was an unknown beast with a dark golden body and its tail could not be seen.

The crimson crack was the bloody eye on his hideous skull, and his body was wrapped in countless iron chains, the other end of the iron chain had disappeared into the end of this world.

Its huge body shrank and eventually took the form of a human.

It was a young man with long hair fluttering in the wind. His eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. His nose was as though there was a phoenix hanging in the sky. He was wearing broken armor while his scarlet cape flapped behind him.

The youth looked into the sky and grinned viciously. "Swordless sword old fool, once I get out, I'll definitely grind your bones to dust."

Tens of thousands of bones formed a mountain. There were people and beasts. On the mountain peak, there was a huge chair made of white bones. Sitting on the chair was a dried up old man.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and shook his head. The overwhelming pressure was so great that even the bones of the mountain were covered with dust. The wailing continued.

The old man opened his eyes, and the flames within them flickered. It seemed as if they originated from the ancient times, from the ancient times themselves.

"Either die or scram!" The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it shook the heaven and earth.

The youth snorted disdainfully before slowly closing his eyes, transforming back into a gigantic beast.

"Wan-Er, wait for me."

At a glance, all that could be seen was a thin black line of intersection between the farthest desert and the sky.

It was deserted, lifeless, and filled with the wails of strong wind. Occasionally, a few clumps of grass would roll along with the wind.

The leaden gray sky was covered in dark clouds. They firmly pressed down on this desert, making it all the more deathly still.

Boom — —

A deafening sound rang through the sky. The wind stopped blowing, and the entire desert quieted down, as if it was listening to what had happened.

Suddenly, a human figure shot out from the crack in the sky and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The cracks in the sky quietly closed after his figure appeared. It was unknown how long had passed before a strong wind blew again. It was as if nothing had happened in the entire desert.

During the night, a silver light scattered down from the crescent moon, cutting through layers of leaden clouds. It covered the desert with a layer of silver gauze. There was no wind, making it strangely quiet. It was completely silent.

"Father!" A shout resounded through the sky like a thunderclap. Looking towards the source of the voice, it was the shadow of a person falling out of the crack. The moonlight fell on his shoulder.

The young man was dressed in luxurious clothing, and his hair was long and loose on his shoulders. Blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and there was a frightening scarlet imprint on his chest.

The teenager stood up unsteadily and looked around in a daze. He looked as far as he could see.

"Father …" The youth muttered. The tears on his large face could clearly be seen, and his eyes revealed many anxiety.

"Father!"

"Father!" The young man shouted loudly. His voice was hoarse, as if it was caused by him shouting countless times. The young man shouted again and again.

No one responded. Perhaps it was because the desert could not bear to watch any longer, as a wind suddenly began to blow. The young man's hand trembled, and a pitch-black sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He turned around and hacked at it.

"Boom —"

A crack appeared along the path of the sound. Seeing that there was no one behind him, the youth vigilantly looked around and the wind stopped blowing.

The youth shouted a few more times before walking in a certain direction. He didn't know where he was going.

After an unknown amount of time, the silver moon gradually fell and the grey clouds rose up again, covering the sky and covering the desert. The young man powerlessly lied on the ground with his sword stabbed into the ground.

The dry lips slightly parted as the youth continued to whisper to himself, still calling out to his father. Finally, the youth used up the last bit of his strength and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

The wind moaned as if it was whispering something to Huanggu.

Boom — —

The wind had stopped and the clouds had opened up. A rift that looked even more ferocious than the previous day appeared in the sky behind the clouds. Strong gales were howling within the rift, and the darkness was flowing. A thin ray of light shot out and circled in the air a few times. When it saw the youth on the ground, it didn't stop and ferociously stabbed him in the forehead.

The fissure quietly closed, but the entire sky began to tremble. Clouds began to roll back, revealing the grey sky behind, which was full of ripples.

In the center of the circular ripples, a person appeared. He was dressed in white, and in his palm was a small shield that was about four inches in diameter, with a pair of sharp teeth on it. The shield was rotating at high speed, and was overflowing with light.

The young man's body floated into the air, and the young man woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the man in white standing in the air in the distance. The man in white had a stooped body, yet he had a child's face like porcelain, and looked quite adorable. However, at this moment, he appeared to be in a very sorry state, his hair was disheveled, and his white robes were streaked with strands.

The youth felt as if his entire body was transparent, everything about him falling into the man in white's eyes. After a while, the man in white lowered his hand. The youth landed heavily on the ground and stared at the man in white in the air. The youth was speechless as he deeply engraved the memory of the man in white into his mind.

Ripples appeared in the air again as a large man walked out of the ripples. He was twenty feet tall, and his eyes were blood-red, exposing his scarred upper body. He held a broad axe in his hand, and thick blood continued to drip down from the axe.

The big man was panting heavily as he turned around to look at the man in white. The man in white shook his head. The big man looked around before finally focusing his gaze on the young man. The young man looked at the big man and the big man looked at the young man.

A bloody light flashed across the man's eyes. He raised his hand to signal for him to stop. The man grabbed the air and the youth floated into the air again. The feeling of being seen cleanly filled every pore of his body.

The youth was expressionless as he stared at the big man. Killing intent surged in the big man's eyes. The youth's hair stood on end and his body was instinctively tense.

The man in white raised his hand once again to tell the big man to stop. The big man swung his arm and the young man fell to the ground.

The two spent a few more moments inspecting their surroundings before disappearing into the horizons.

The youth sat on the ground and struggled to stand up as he watched the two of them sink into the ripples. He picked up the sword stabbed into the ground and continued walking in a different direction. The feeling of being seen through was still there.

It was night again. The youth was kneeling on the ground, tightly holding a piece of jade in his hand. There was a speck of light flickering on the jade, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

Father —

A mournful cry pierced the sky again. The jade slip in the youth's hand exploded with a bang, and his hand that held the jade slip was dripping with blood.

The youth threw himself at the fragments of the jade slip and gathered them into his hands. He held the fragments in his hands as tears continuously dripped down from his trembling palms.

"Father —"

Father —

"…"

The youth could not help but scream as he held his head with both hands. The palm holding the broken pieces had been cut open by the pieces, and blood continued to flow out.

The boy buried his head deep in the sand and shivered.

"Ah!" The youth suddenly raised his head and roared. Two streams of blood flowed down his face.

"Sigh ~ ~ ~" A sigh came from all directions. The young man suddenly raised his head and waved his hand. The sword had already been in his hand. His bloodstained eyes were frightening.

"Poor child." While he was speaking, a white-haired old man walked over. The old man was dressed in brown cloth, and his back was straight. He was carrying a small beast in his arms, and his knuckles were thick as he caressed the small beast.

The old man looked benevolently at the young man. Seeing that the old man didn't have any ill intentions, the young man loosened his grip on his sword.

"Child, who threw you into this Desolate Prison?" the old man asked.

"My father." The youth hoarsely replied.

"What a heartless dad." the old man said angrily.

At this moment, a ray of light came out of the youth's forehead and circled in the air a few times before transforming into the appearance of an old man. It was just an illusion.

"Old friend Li Wu Chen, it really is you." The brown clothed old man smiled bitterly.

"Old friend Candle, sorry to bother you." The old man known as Li Chen laughed.

"It's fine." Candle Shi shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Are they trapped by you?" Li Chen suddenly asked.

Candle Shi nodded, smiling without saying a word.

"You should be there soon." Li Chen asked again.

"I've been here for tens of thousands of years. If I don't do something, the world will laugh at me." Zhu Shi said proudly.

At the same time, their gazes focused on the youth. "What a pitiful child." Zhu Shi said.

"I brought him here." Li Chen said.

Candle Shi looked at Li Chen and explained, "I was plotted against and seriously injured, and then I was chased by those two. As I was tearing through space to escape, I felt a mysterious will instruct me to do this."

"Child, what's your name?" Candle World lowered his head and asked.

"Long Chen." The youth said.

"Dragon surname? "Child, where is your home?" Candle asked again.

"Home?" "Where is your home?" The young man murmured, and the confusion in his eyes didn't fade at all.

"A portion of his memories have been sealed. His sealing technique is very profound, and only those who have reached a certain level of cultivation can break it open by themselves. If someone else tries to forcefully remove the seal, they will suffer a severe backlash." Li Chen said.

"Forget it. I lured him in because, before falling asleep, I gave him some good fortune to end this Karma." As he spoke, Li Wu Chen pointed a finger, and a ray of light entered Long Chen's forehead. Li Wu Chen's figure became extremely dim, like a lamp that was about to be extinguished.

"Long Chen, I do not know who you are, but you must remember that the world is going to fall into chaos and the gods are going to wither away." Long Chen, I do not know who you are, but you must remember that the world is going to fall into chaos and the gods are going to fall apart. Li Chen earnestly said.

Long Chen's eyes were filled with confusion, and he was completely unable to understand what Li Chen was saying.

"Old friend, send him out. Let Sharp Scales follow him as well." Li Chen said.

Candle Shi was stunned. However, he did not say anything. He handed the small beast in his bosom to Long Chen, who raised his arm and hugged it mechanically.

With a wave of Candle Shi's sleeve, Long Chen only felt a flower before his eyes and he discovered himself in a dense forest.

"Old friend, you gave him something that you desperately wanted. Is that worth it?" Candle Shi turned to look at the glowing shadow beside her.

"That will directed me to do so. That will is above the Ninth Heaven, I have no way to resist, I can only obey." Li Chen said.

"Who is it?" Candle Shi's eyes flickered as he asked in a low voice.

"Even your master can only submit." Li Chen said again.

Candle Shi's expression changed slightly, "You said that even my master can't defeat that kind of willpower?" Candle asked. Li Chen bitterly smiled and nodded.

"Old friend, I need to sleep for a period of time. To me, this is the safest place in this world." The light and shadows distorted as Li Wu Chen continued.

"You can fall asleep. I'll see. No one dares to act rashly in this Desolate Prison. If they don't, I'll make sure they never return!" "Yes," Candle Shi replied softly. The entire desert shook slightly, as if in response to his voice.

"The heaven and earth must be in chaos. Right now, only by recuperating and storing up energy can one have a sliver of life." Li Chen said. The two of them fell silent for a moment before disappearing from the spot.