Doyle, who left the storm waters, did not return to the floating island, but pushed open the dream gate again and came directly in front of the three-color passage. These three passages lead to three key places, namely the cemetery of the tomb guardian, the core of the land of reincarnation, and a place he had forgotten.

That forgotten place was the last bottle of memory blood that was missing in his memory! There were the road of disaster and some memories that Doyle thought were very dangerous.

Now that the breath of death has filled the whole body, Doyle hopes to completely crush this memory that will never disappear with the power of the two worlds annihilated each other.

As his body moved forward, Doyle fell into the terrifying vortex of red light.

When he opened his eyes again, Doyle came to a blood-red world.

The wind hit Doyle's face, and the drops of blood rain were like bullets shot in the air, leaving blood marks on Doyle's body in the blink of an eye.

Doyle unconsciously forbidden his nose, and he smelled a strange sour smell.

Using sequence techniques to protect the body, Doyle looked up to the distance while treating the injured body.

In the sky, the black and red clouds were like surging waves, rolling rapidly. On the plain full of blood, a black lonely peak penetrated into the sky. There was no memory of this place in my mind, but Doyle felt extremely familiar with it.

He firmly believed that no one could reach this place except himself, and this place... shouldn't have been like this.

A tearing headache came from his mind, and his body shook slightly. Doyle knew that the information he could not remember was the memory he buried with his own hands. He turned into light and Doyle galloped towards the black lonely peak in the distance.

The closer you get to the foot of the lonely peak, the stronger the suppression Doyle feels.

This scene was very similar to the feeling that the storm waters brought to Doyle. When Doyle was only one thousand meters away from the lonely peak, he could no longer fly. When he was five hundred meters, he could only run quickly. When he came to the foot of the mountain, he felt difficult to walk.

"This is me, if someone else wouldn't be able to come to this place..."

For some reason, Doyle suddenly had this idea in her mind. Looking at the stairs that reached the sky, Doyle took a deep breath and walked up with a firm pace.

"Boom~"

The black thunder exudes an ominous aura tore the world and illuminates the shadow of a vague palace in the distance. It is huge and vast, like a sacred city far away.

Doyle could instinctively look up at the shadow, and a sealed memory in her mind was ready to move, almost dragging Doyle into that situation of soul collapse.

In an instant, all the clues in memory began to collide, and gradually some magical connections emerged, and a truth seemed to be emerging.

“That’s where that painting takes place…”

As the truth was about to appear in front of my mind, Doyle sealed his memory again, because his soul almost shattered, and the colorless flower in his body seemed extremely timid and well-behaved at this time. Compared to Doyle, it felt more profound. Where is this where a little flower should come? What did I do wrong? Why did I enter this guy's body?

The colorless flower regretted her intestines at this time, if it had intestines.

Walking on the stairs of the lonely peak, Doyle gradually felt a sense of time and space disorder. He felt that he had walked thousands of times and was going down the mountain at this moment, and then he felt that he had walked on this lonely peak for billions of years, but he still had not reached the end.

Then, the feeling became even worse. He saw one corpse after another. Those corpses were wearing exactly the same clothes as him. Some of them died of old age on the lonely peak, while others were... killed by himself?

More and more scenes appear, one by one, fighting and fighting each other, and they all seem to hope that they can survive.

Relying on his willpower to continue moving upwards, finally, those who were exactly the same as themselves began to attack themselves, as if they could only survive by killing themselves.

Doyle gradually forgot his purpose, and he began to feel that there was no difference between his other trapped self...

Another thunder lit up this bloody world. On the lonely peak, countless Doyles were killed together. They attacked viciously, and gradually they did not distinguish between each other...

Things in an instant seemed as long as billions of years.

An old man with white hair frowned and looked at the suit on his body, then looked up at the endless stairs. He forgot why he appeared here. He only knew that he wanted to survive. He killed countless erotic self, including himself when he was young and himself after entering middle age. Countless killings finally made him think that he was different from those self, which became his reason for survival.

Because there is a small flower in his body, those without it in his body.

But what is the secret of this little flower? Why is it that the old man can no longer remember it in his body. He stood up with difficulty and moved his muscles and bones. The old man continued to move towards the top of the peak tremblingly, as if there was the answer to everything hidden there.

Time bent his backbone, and every time he took a step forward, the old man became older. He didn't know why he had to go to the top. He vaguely remembered that he had something else to do, which was a very important thing. If he didn't finish it, he would not die.

But the old man can no longer remember what this matter is.

The old man who had already reached the sea of ​​clouds continued to move forward for a few hours to take a difficult step. He had to take a day off after three or four steps. This situation was even worse. Several months passed, and when the old man decided to go up again, a gust of breeze became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the old man fell on the ladder.

But unlike usual, he did not get up again after falling down this time.

A head of white hair that was curly like instant noodles was fluttering. The old man's life and soul were gradually withering. His life had come to an end. He walked here with his perseverance and unwillingness to die. The peak seemed to be no longer far away, but in fact, it was an unbearable burden for the old man and a journey that was destined to be unable to finish.

But even so, the old man still stared at his eyes tightly, as if he was competing with the god of death. He felt that he was not worthy of death. He had countless reasons that he could not die, but he forgot what these reasons were...

The eyelids seemed to be fighting, and indescribable fatigue came like a tide. Countless voices were telling him to close his eyes and have a nap.

On one side is a warm hotbed, and on the other side is a difficult hell. The old man leans on the hotbed and holds the door to hell tightly, but he refuses to compromise.

But as time passed, the old man finally reached his limit. His eyelids trembled and he slowly closed his eyes.

Just when he felt that he was about to fall into eternal sleep, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Thoughts are the return of the essence, quiet thoughts are the residence of God, thoughts are the bridge of communication between all things, and thoughts are the driving force of divine power..."

A book written by "Practice and Use of Mental Power" suddenly appeared in Doyle's mind, and its cover was burning by the true fire of the gods. In an instant, it became what it should have been. It was a book full of divine patterns. It was colorless, tasteless, invisible and intangible, and there were billions of Taoisms in the book.

The cover of this set of books contains four big characters - "The True Spiritual Method".

The twelve supreme methods plus one introductory method is the whole of the "True God Method". The "Practice and Use of Mental Power" that Doyle has read is actually the practice of the introductory spiritual power.

By the way, Doyle began to use his mental power throughout his body and let his mental power be circulated throughout his body according to the requirements of "Practice and Use of Mental Power". After three cycles, Doyle felt his breathing. After nine cycles, Doyle smelled a sour smell. After hundreds of cycles, Doyle regained his forgotten memories. After thousands of cycles, Doyle slowly opened his eyes.

It turned out that at some point, I had arrived at the peak.

I am only one step away from the yard in front of me.

Instinctively touched his face, then looked up at the bloody rain in the sky. It seemed that it only took me more than ten days to climb the mountain in reality, but it seemed that I had really walked through my whole life.

When he turned his eyes to the yard again, Doyle locked the bottle of black, red and gold on the wooden table in the yard at a glance. That was exactly the purpose of his trip. The blood of memory he had taken out with all his means. Only this yard could block this bottle of terrifying blood!

Just as Doyle was about to step forward, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Doer, are you back?"
Chapter completed!