The white-haired old man's words had a great impact on Wutian's group of four.
They were all very eager to see the Father God who had led mankind to glory. What kind of style was he?
Wutian asked: "Senior, where is Father God now?"
"He has already turned into a speck of dust in the long river of history, forgotten by the world, but he will always live in my heart."
The white-haired old man said with admiration.
"Sigh!"
Wutian couldn't help but sigh.
Sure enough, no matter how great or powerful a person was, they couldn't withstand the ravages of time.
Calming himself down, Wutian said: "Since the Purgatory of Primal Chaos was created by Father God, then this junior should go to the ninth floor to take a look. First, to show this junior's respect for him, and second, maybe Father God left something important on the ninth floor."
"Something important?"
The white-haired old man was slightly surprised, lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked at Wutian seriously and asked: "Do you really want to go in?"
Wutian nodded.
The white-haired old man said: "Even if you die there, you won't regret it?"
Wutian: "No."
"Then go. In fact, this old man also wants to know what is on the ninth floor. If you can come out alive, I hope you can tell this old man everything inside. It can be considered as helping this old man to fulfill a long-cherished wish. "
The white-haired old man sighed.
"It's a deal."
Wutian nodded.
The white-haired old man looked at him up and down and chuckled: "Kid, this old man suddenly found that you are not so annoying!"
Wutian smiled: "This junior also suddenly found that senior is not so annoying."
"Hahaha …"
The two of them laughed at the same time, regretting that they didn't meet earlier.
Similarly, a smile erased all enmity.
The two of them also forgot all the unhappiness that had accumulated over the past few days.
"Follow me."
The white-haired old man called out to the four of them and took the lead to land in front of the hall. With a gentle wave of his old hand, the closed door slowly opened.
Wutian and the other three landed beside the old man and looked towards the main hall.
Inside the hall, there was only one altar. However, beside the altar, there was a pitch-black stone door. The stone door was tightly shut and emitted an ancient aura.
The white-haired old man brought the four of them to the front of the stone door.
After bowing to the stone gate three times piously, the white-haired old man asked again, "Ever since the Purgatory of Primordial Chaos was founded, this stone gate has never been opened. Nobody knows anything about the world behind the gate. Wutian, have you really made up your mind?"
Wutian clenched his fists and said firmly, "Junior means what he says."
The white-haired old man took a deep breath and bit his finger. Drops of blood flowed out and dripped onto the stone door.
With a clang, the stone door opened a crack.
Rays of blinding light shone out from the crack of the door.
From the looks of it, there was nothing special behind the stone door.
The stone door gradually opened, and the light became even more dazzling.
The moment it completely opened, the light began to dissipate, revealing a vast expanse of whiteness. Nothing could be seen inside.
The white-haired old man retreated to the side and warned, "Kid, be careful."
Wutian nodded and stared at the world behind the door. Without turning his head, he said, "Bird Saint, Luo Qiang, Zhang Shi, wait for me outside."
"Master …"
Luo Qiang hurriedly opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Wutian said in a deep voice, "All of you, stay here obediently. If anyone dares to barge in, I will not forgive him."
With that, he stepped through the stone door and disappeared from their sight.
"Whether you forgive me or not, I can't watch you take the risk alone."
Luo Qiang's stubborn temper rose as he stepped forward without hesitation.
However, at this moment, Zhang Shi grabbed his wrist and shook his head. "Uncle knows what he is doing. Don't go and cause trouble."
Bird Saint agreed, "That's right. You have to believe in him. There is nothing in this world that he cannot do."
Luo Qiang angrily said, "You're talking nonsense. He is my master. How can I not worry?"
Zhang Shi said, "He is also my uncle."
Bird Saint said, "He is also my family. In terms of worry, Grandpa Bird Saint is not as worried as you, but I know better that I cannot drag him down."
Luo Qiang glanced at the two with uncertainty. In the end, he let out a long sigh and fell silent.
The white-haired old man glanced at the three and muttered to himself, "This old man doesn't care about anything else about these little fellows. Only their loyalty and loyalty is something that this old man cannot help but admire."
… …
Wutian walked through a vast expanse of whiteness.
He could not see anything else and could only walk straight ahead.
However, the moment he entered this place, he felt a very intimate aura lingering around him.
It was as if there was a family member here.
This made him somewhat surprised and also somewhat puzzled.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a simple stone staircase in front of him.
The stone staircase floated in the white fog, leading to the distant horizon.
Wutian came to the stone staircase. An ancient aura rushed at him. Every step had traces of wind and frost erosion, indicating that its existence had already traversed the past and present.
Furthermore, the intimate aura was even stronger than before.
It was as if there was a family member at the end of the stone staircase, calling out to him, waiting for him.
Without hesitation, he stepped onto the first step.
A mysterious power immediately shrouded the area.
However, just as he was about to step down, the mysterious power immediately disappeared.
"What's going on?"
Wutian frowned.
Next.
He stepped onto the second step.
The mysterious power did not appear again.
"Was it an illusion?"
Wutian was puzzled as he tentatively stepped onto the third step.
The mysterious power still did not appear.
"Strange."
Muttering to himself, he temporarily put aside his doubts and calmly walked towards the end of the stone staircase step by step.
At the same time.
In a certain dark world.
The earth was riddled with holes, the mountains and rivers were broken and withered, and everywhere was filled with a tragic aura.
In a certain dilapidated hall.
A white-haired old man sat cross-legged, his body covered in wounds and blood soaked his long robe.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his old face looked extremely pale.
Obviously, he was recuperating here.
But suddenly.
He opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out, brighter than the sun and the moon, as if they could see through the ages and see through the past and present.
Gradually, a gratified smile appeared on his face.
"You've finally grown up."
He whispered in a low voice, closed his eyes again, and entered a state of recuperation.
The ninth level of the Purgatory of Primordial Chaos.
Wutian walked alone silently, and the surroundings were silent.
Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually very excited.
Because as he continued to move forward, the sense of intimacy became stronger and stronger.
Even his blood was boiling.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Three days later, he finally saw the end of the stone staircase.
However, to his surprise, there was nothing at the end. It was still a vast expanse of white void.
But he was not disappointed.
Because above the last step, there was a palm-sized imprint floating, releasing a hazy light.
And the source of the sense of intimacy came from that imprint.
"What is this?"
He quickly arrived at the last step and raised his head to look at the mark. His eyes were filled with doubt.
There was no one here that he wanted to see, but there was an imprint.
But the question was, why did Father God leave an imprint?
And why did it give him a sense of intimacy?
More importantly, what did the imprint mean?
He reached out his hand and touched the imprint with his fingertip.
The moment his fingertip touched the imprint, a piece of information entered his mind.
"What is the hundred forms of the world?"
"What is the profound meaning of life and death?"
"The world calls this old man Father God, so this old man should lead them out of the sea of suffering …"
"But to break free from the fate of an ant, there is only one way, and that is to step into the universe …"
"For this, this old man blended into the mortal world for hundreds of millions of years, and finally saw the true meaning of the profound meaning of life and death …"
"However, when this old man stepped into the universe, I discovered that the truth was far from that …"
"But no matter what the truth is, this old man will lead the human race and fight them to the end, until the day we see the light …"
"But as the battle began, this old man deeply realized that they are too powerful, and with this old man's strength alone, it is difficult to defy the heavens …"
"This old man is ashamed, ashamed of the name of Father God …"
"Therefore, I've left my understanding of the Life and Death Upanishad here. I hope that someone in the future can get it and use it to be reborn. That person can contribute to the common people and contribute to them …"
"…"
Wutian carefully read the information.
Then he fell into silence.
After a long time, he sighed: "It turns out that this imprint contains Father God's understanding of the profound meaning of life and death, he is really a great man."
"But the truth is far from that, what does that mean?"
"Who is the 'them' that Father God is referring to?"
"Who is Father God fighting with?"
"Is Father God really dead?"
One question after another kept crawling out of his mind.
Wutian's mind was in a mess.
Originally, he thought that as long as he comprehended the profound meaning of life and death, as long as he stepped into the universe realm, he would be able to get rid of his fate and turn from a chess piece to a player.
But he never thought that even if he stepped into the universe, he would not be able to get rid of his fate.
The helplessness in Father God's words, the despair in his words, made him deeply realize that things were far from as simple as they seemed on the surface.
"What is the truth?"
"Why does the imprint give me a sense of familiarity?"
"Could it be that there is some connection between Father God and me?"
Wutian raised his head, looked at the white void, and muttered to himself.
"Sigh!"
A moment later.
He sighed deeply and muttered: "What the truth is, in fact, it has nothing to do with me. What I want to do is to resurrect her and find my parents. As for the rest, it is up to fate!"
Then.
He did not continue to stay and turned to leave.
He no longer needed the imprint, so he did not take it away and left it for the future generations.
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