Breaking through the sea, hanging high in the sky at the rising sun in the west, forcibly tearing a hole in the field called [Eternal Night Kingdom] and throwing endless glow.

This is the confrontation between the dark night and the sun.

The golden flowing clouds as bright as fish scales in the sky collided with the dark night clouds, and finally formed a clear situation.

And the dividing line between the two.

It's between Ki Chang'an and Kenjiro Miyamoto.

Kenjiro Miyamoto witnessed the whole process and his expression was shaking. He stretched out his hand in disbelief, in the darkness, and tentatively lit up his hand to the sunshine in front of him.

Spread the palm upwards.

Until the sun shines all over the palm of your hand.

The warm touch confirmed to him that this was not an illusion, but a reality.

"Inspector Ji, who are you...? What did you come to Yingzhou for?"

Kenjiro Miyamoto spoke in a hurry.

He trembled and withdrew his hand, staring incredibly at the young man in front of him who was increasingly unable to see through.

I couldn't help but fall into a trance.

When they first met, they raised their glasses toast each other, and they ended until they were drunk.

At that time, he thought this was just a simple-minded and scheming junior.

After several contacts, the other party's ability to hit a snake and stick gave him a new view, but it did not completely overturn his image in his heart.

But when this one returns from [Gaotianyuan]...

He could no longer see through this one.

A few days ago, Kenjiro Miyamoto hid the previous part when reporting, and only reported Ji Changan's attitude towards whether he would interfere in Yingzhou affairs to Saito Ten Commandments.

The young man bathed in the sun laughed and said:

"Mr. Miyamoto, I'm destiny."

Kenjiro Miyamoto was silent when he heard this sentence.

I still remember that day when the two sides parted, he whispered to ask each other a question.

But in the end, this guy just left behind his jokes, which made him unable to get a glimpse of the whole picture in his heart.

The middle-aged man who realized that this mission might have to stop there was a dark look.

He sighed softly and said solemnly:

"Inspector Ji, do you still remember the will you conveyed to me?"

"I want to know more clearly, in your eyes, what is power?"

This moment.

Kenjiro Miyamoto really wanted to know what the authority given to them by the Sequence Road in Ji Changan's eyes was.

He is not a fool. Ji Changan can easily tear a hole in the field of authority displayed by the old god and even form a confrontation, which means that Ji Changan's origin is probably not under the old god!

In his mind, at that moment, dozens of "possibility" about Ji Changan's true identity passed by, but no one was confirmed for the time being.

But at least it's a little certain.

Whether it is born with a high position or the former high position reincarnation and rebirth with alternative means, this Inspector Ji is definitely not an "ordinary person" like them.

This question puzzled him for a long time, but he never got an answer that satisfies him from beginning to end.

He has asked many people, but the answers are different among different people.

Some people think it is a yardstick for distinguishing between the high and the low of all spirits. It is like the wealth of the old era, which draws a gap between people that is destined from birth.

They believe that extrajudicials and ordinary people are already two kinds of creatures.

Some people think it is a mission born to bear, and it seems natural for the strong to protect the weak.

And none of these answers were what he was lucky to want.

So he really wanted to know what power represents and what can be determined in the eyes of such high-level existence as Inspector Ji?

Is there any difference from the path he chose?

Is his choice… correct or wrong?

Ji Changan looked up at the dark and deep night sky and answered the question that he was irrelevant:

"Mr. Miyamoto, do you still remember the first will I conveyed to you?"

Kenjiro Miyamoto frowned and asked:

"Is it the extrajudicial person no different from the ordinary person?"

In other words, Inspector Ji does not believe that power is the yardstick for dividing the levels of living beings?

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him shook his head.

"There are always people in this world who feel that they are extraordinary and qualified to get more, and feel that they bear more responsibilities. Mr. Miyamoto, what do you think?"

Kenjiro Miyamoto frowned and asked without answering:

"How does this have to do with my problem?"

The young man standing in the light seemed to have not heard of his problem at all, and raised his head and said to himself:

"Mr. Miyamoto, there are always people in this world who see a little darkness. They dare to say that this world is like this. As a result, they are so disappointed with this world so easily. There are always people who think that they are different from others and that they should have more things. It is as if it is natural. There are always people who think that what they want is what others want, and that their will can cover the will of others. They think that his justice is the real justice, but why? It is just because he has power more than others?"

"If so, then when one day when creatures who stand above their heads and who have more power than them do not view this way, will they completely deny their views?"

"Mr. Miyamoto, ask me what strength is?"

Ji Changan lowered his eyes and said softly:

"But strength is strength, pure and should not be given any meaning.

Mr. Miyamoto, what exactly do you want to know? How should people who want to know how to understand themselves and the world they live in?

The decisive factor that can influence a person's attitude towards things is never the power and power held in his hands."

"I have seen weak old men without any power to tie a chicken, and they also have the desire to serve the country. They dare to climb to the city when the war is shaking, and they have also seen creatures standing on the top of the tribe. They abandoned their clans when the clans survived and died, and they did not care about the despair and wailing of the tribes behind them."

"No matter how much power a coward has, he cannot bear anything. A person with a strong mind, even if his body is weak, will become a pioneer in the spiritual realm."

"In my eyes, what matters is never the power and power you hold, but how you think from the bottom of your heart."

"Mr. Miyamoto, if what you really want to know is how creatures like me view all the spirits in the world, then I can tell you."

"There is no difference in all the spirits in this world in my eyes."

"What about you, Delheis? How do you view this world now?"

Ji Changan looked into the air and asked indifferently.

The woman in the long dress that floated silently looked down at him coldly.

Kenjiro Miyamoto's expression changed. He ignored what Inspector Ji said just now. He looked up in shock and saw the majestic figure that Zeng Jinghong had glanced at.

This female god actually left the temple and came here?

"Who are you? As a kingdom of heaven, how dare you invade my kingdom of God?"

A cold and majestic question.

The woman who appeared in the world as a soul, looked coldly at the young man who seemed familiar but completely different from that person.

She thought that the person who came here should be the poor second-ranked lord of the heavens.

But when she really faced each other, she found that she had guessed wrongly. Who was the man in front of her who held the power of the Great Sun?

Could it be that in later generations, another high-ranking person in the heavenly kingdom was born?

Ji Changan was silent for a moment and said softly:

"It seems that you are not the remnant soul that escaped from that world. It turns out that you are still living in this world."

The woman's god's voice suddenly became quiet:

"Is it you who destroyed part of my existence? So brave! Who killed you? Devier? Or the lucky one in Angre?"

Ji Changan stared at the woman in front of him who was completely different from the man's memory, silent.

Time has changed too much, but the man's memory has never faded.

For the man who once strolled through the galaxy and held the sun in his hand, the memory of the imperial period was his most precious wealth, far better than the terrifying worldly scenery he had once looked up to.

Ji Changan suddenly felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, the man has left and has not seen Delhis look like ten thousand years later.

If he was still there, he would have been disappointed, right?

The kind and beautiful person in my memory still has not resisted the change of the long time.

He whispered sadly:
To be continued...