Large swathes of thick fog covered the distant background, broken mirrors were scattered everywhere, and everything was painted in two shades of pitch black and blood red.
The little boy sat on the blood-red ground, his eyes glazed over. His clothes were already stained red with blood.
At this time, footsteps came.
A man who somewhat resembled the little boy appeared in front of him. The man was handsome, fierce, with his brows tightly furrowed, staring at the little boy on the ground.
When the little boy who was frightened before saw him with a blank face, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Dad..."
He stretched out his hand, wanting Dad to hug him.
The man looked at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly sighed, his tone of voice could not hide his boredom.
"It turns out that you really have no qualifications."
"… You have let me down too much."
Yuan didn't know that he was dreaming soberly, that was the most impressive picture in Yuan's memory.
After experiencing a nightmare memory and almost being killed by a lunatic, he reached out to his father who rushed over to ask for a hug, but only received such a cold reprimand.
Even though he gradually buried this memory, he still recalled the sentence "you let me down" in his mind from time to time. This sentence often wakes him up from his dreams, as if it has become a nightmare he cannot get rid of.
"... As expected, he is still a fragile little child."
Yuan Buwei waited soberly for the picture to dissipate, and made his own evaluation of the original owner of this body by the way.
"If you weren't still placing expectations on that... person, such a fluffy sentence would be nothing."
In a moment of his thought, all the pictures scattered away. The pitch black and blood red turned into chaos, like a paste of paint, and the thick fog swallowed everything.
But Yuan Buwei did not wake up from the dream.
He seemed to have entered another dream.
He saw the pitch-black Demon Abyss where the heavens could not be seen from above and the earth could not be seen from below. Countless ghosts floated in it. This was the most familiar place he had ever seen.
He grew up here as a baby?.
"It's strange, I'm not a fragile little one? My child, why did I suddenly dream of being here..."
Thinking this way, he didn't want to grab it casually, and the large pieces of soul shadows struggled amidst the shrill screams, but they were sucked in by him without any resistance, and swallowed them in one gulp.
The entire "Magic Abyss" shattered instantly, like a thin window paper was torn open, and infinite brilliance spilled in.
The scene in the dream suddenly changed, and the dark and endless chaotic abyss disappeared, replaced by a bright and sunny world.
A round of scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and under the radiance of the universal light, the grand ceremony is going on and it is extremely lively.
In memory? This is what Yuan Buwei saw when he first came to the human world with his real body.
Among the singing and dancing crowd, he was stuffed with a mask full of novelty and pulled into the crowd together. It is as if seeing sea fish on land for the first time, participating in a human event freshly and clumsily.
"This? Small? Country, I vaguely remember it was called Yun Country. Well, it will be destroyed after more than a hundred years."
"Interesting, I almost forgot these memories..."
Although he didn't know why he was dreaming, but he was not afraid, so he pulled a mask and put it on his body, happily playing in the crowd, and bought two delicious-looking pastries by the way, gently One bite.
His eyes were slightly curved, and his tone was pleasant.
"Praise! I give full marks to this dream! It's just that the variety of pastries is not rich enough and needs to be improved."
He couldn't help but ate another two yuan, and he didn't want to rush out of the dream. He thought this? The dream was quite interesting, so he continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace.
The surrounding images gradually faded as he walked, like a distant scene in a movie, and then reorganized in a very short time to become another scene.
It is also a festival, but the surrounding scenes have undergone great changes, even the architectural style is different from before, as if it is another human kingdom.
Among the turbulent and fanatical crowd? Yuan Buwei looked up at the people on the high platform like a silent spectator.
It was a middle-aged man in black sacrificial attire. He didn't look old in appearance, but his temples were slightly frosted, but his demeanor seemed to be that of an old man.
His eyes are vicissitudes, his whole body is peaceful, and there is no majesty. He has a compassionate demeanor almost like a saint, and his strength is probably the best in the world.
"Big? Priest!"
The crowd? Someone was cheering, wildly cheering.
They looked at the people on the high platform with reverent eyes. This man who stood up when the human world was almost overturned, sacrificed the Son of God to Mo Yuan, and brought back nearly a hundred years of peace.
He is the pillar of the sky that will not fail the kingdom of Cang.
The priest of Cang Kingdom on the stage was smiling. He presided over the entire ceremony in an orderly manner, praying to God to bless Cang Kingdom, and then stepped down from the altar amidst the cheers of all the people.
He walked towards a handsome young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, as if he had gathered all the brilliance of Zhou Tian. As we all know, this is the only son of the great priest, a genius who worshiped under the sect of an immortal and will soon become an immortal in less than a hundred years. When the father and son stand together, they seem to be the center of attention, and everyone can't help but look at them.
"...Does the dream come with its own special effects?" Wasn't it because she was still happily eating cakes? Didn't she stand quietly in the crowd? "Aww" I ate the last bite of cakes in one bite, feeling a little dissatisfied." This? The guy who created the dream is really not very sensible, did he deliberately discourage me?"
Before Yuan Buwei could react, the pictures around him began to change rapidly again, the infinite lights revolving like stars, and finally a piece of the same altar appeared.
"... child, I'm sorry for you, but I don't regret the choice I made back then. If I do it all over again, I will still do that."
Cang Guoda? The priest fell to the ground in embarrassment.
He rolled down from the high platform, and countless people who once revered him were swearing at him.
They once thanked him for sacrificing the "Son of God" to recede the devil, in exchange for peace in the world. Now the "Son of God" has returned from the devil's abyss, displaying the power to change the world, to cleanse the world of demons in one fell swoop, and he has become a despicable person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and trades the life of the "Son of God" for his own safety , fell into the mud within a day.
Even though so many people misunderstood and scolded him, his expression? It was even peaceful, with a bit of tolerance.
He looked at the young man standing in front with difficulty, and explained.
"My child, you are special. Only with you can you perfectly pretend to be a son of God to deceive Moyuan, can you exchange for a hundred years of peace in the world, and allow the real son of God to grow... Once the son of God ascends to the fairyland, he will return to heaven? The world, the human world will naturally be blessed by the heaven and earth, and will no longer be afraid of the invasion of the devil... This is the best choice."
So, the young man in front of him tilted his head with a smile.
"...Unfortunately, I have already killed that Son of God."
There seemed to be an invisible wall around the two of them, preventing others from listening. Only the sound of cheers and curses came continuously, as if the whole world was in a frenzy.
Everyone only knew that the one standing in front of them was the Son of God who saved the world, and the one who fell on the ground was the minion of Moyuan who once persecuted the Son of God and now reaped the fruits of his own fruit.
What they don't know is that the guy they regard as the savior is the devil who is best at manipulating people's hearts.
At this time, the Demon King showed a wicked smile.
"Shouldn't the heavens and the world destroy the human world in a fit of anger?"
The great priest on the ground showed shock, and could no longer maintain his previous calm, showing great fear.
"No, you can't—" He still had a lot to say, but he couldn't help being pulled away by a group of people who rushed up, and he was getting farther and farther away from the "Son of God" who should be regarded as his own son in blood.
In this way, he was completely exiled with incomparable fear.
For the rest of my life, I tossed and turned day and night, worrying about the destruction of the world every moment, and my heart was overwhelmed by endless regret.
"What is this dream about..."
Yuan Buwei stared at the familiar picture with a dazed face, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Without hesitation, he flattened all the pictures, including the big priest in the picture, with question marks all over his head and a dull expression.
"... Do you think that I am also a little child who lacks father's love?"
hateful! When he thought that he could have tasted more pastries with different flavors in his memory, but now he lost his appetite, he was very angry? Oh.
Yuan was not angry? He woke up, and the moonlight slowly shone on his face.
His eyes moved slightly, and he grabbed it out, and black air suddenly dissipated in midair.
At the same time, on the other side, Xie Huaying listened to the strange voice in his ear with a strange expression: "Your aptitude is very good. As a newcomer benefit for you joining us, we have prepared a small surprise for you..."
Before the words were finished, the voice of that person suddenly paused and became a little annoyed: "What's going on? Then? Shouldn't it be an ordinary person..."