The old man spoke word by word, and his voice was extremely soft. But in the ears of the man in white, it was a loud sound. However, there were two words missing in a few sentences.
He couldn't hear the word "teacher" clearly. Although he was familiar with it, he still couldn't remember who the old man was. However, he felt as if he had heard this sentence before, and someone had taught him what a proverb was.
A hand covered in blood and badly damaged lifted up the tea table between the old man and the man in white, and shook the teapot and cup on the table.
When the lid of the pot was lifted, water spilled out under the shaking.
Ding-dang-ding-dang, the two teacups swayed and rolled sideways to the ground.
When the wooden table completely fell to the ground, the teapot was finally broken on the ground, and a tide emerged and slowly flowed down from mid-air.
This is probably the last time when the water in this pot will be clear. When the water falls, no matter where it falls, it will inevitably become dirty.
This water is destined to be stained. A thin trace on the ground has seeped into the mud, dotted with a touch of deep red.
From high in the sky, it fell to the ground. So it was spread all over the ground, little by little. A lot of it fell on the bloody hand, which made it even more shocking.
The bright blood, which was originally coagulated blood, melted again, and the ruined hands also cracked again. Just like the long-dried ground cracked, and then what appeared was the hottest and most vivid flames deep in the ground.
Pulp.
This blood is indeed burning hot. Wisps of hot air flow in all directions along with the wind.
This hand is cold, just like this lifeless land, everything is withering and there is no trace of life at all.
"What is it looking for, or what is it trying to hold? And why am I crying?"
A sudden surge of sadness washed away the initial surprise. Facing this sudden arm, the man did not feel panic, but confusion.
After all, he had faced life and death dangers before, much more dangerous than this. He had also seen monsters and monsters, so how could he be afraid of a mere bloody hand?
From the beginning to the end, the old man's eyes did not fall on the bloody hand, but on the young man's eyes moistened with tears.
"What do you think? What is it looking for, and what is it trying to grasp?" The old man said slowly without looking away.
The young man lowered his head and saw that the bloody hand was struggling continuously. Although it was covered with scars like a spider web, it was still exerting force, as if there was power in front of it that could pull it up from the ground.
But, where exactly is this power?
Tears blurred the young man's eyes. When he looked up, what he saw was no longer the blue sky, nor the green mountains and green waters everywhere, but blood red.
This is the color of blood, a lifeless depression. It seems familiar.
"This is a...hand reaching for hope in despair. He wants to...grasp the power that can bring him life."
The man in white was in a trance, and his heart suddenly shook.
"This is not an illusion cast by me, but the real scene between heaven and earth. Where you are, what you see is all the truth."
The voice was still very soft, and the man in white was not shocked when he heard it. But the fact that the man was not shaken did not mean that the world was not shaken.
The cloud tide rolled and the red curtain appeared.
This is a wonder of heaven and earth. However, it seems like the original scenery of heaven and earth, and there is nothing out of place.
Only this world, which is already such a miserable place, and the blood falling like a waterfall is a very normal thing, can it be like this.
There were gusts of wind howling, and there were also people crying and shouting, pouring in from all directions like a swarm of bees.
At this moment, the mind of the man in white was filled with buzzing sounds. It was just like the nightmare one after another, and he was trapped in the despair of all living beings.
He was stunned for a long time. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his emotions were particularly complicated. He seemed to understand something.
He was once helpless, and he stretched out his hands to find hope that could save him from the sea of suffering.
But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how high he flew into the sky, that hope never appeared.
In this world, only people who are also suffering can understand the suffering and despair of others.
The blood-red sky, the same wind, the same earth.
The old man was also immersed in blood red, and he let out a long sigh. He said: "My child... do you still remember your name?"
The sound of heavy breathing lasted for a long time, and another long time. It wasn't until there was an explosion and blood splashed all over the face of the man in white that he woke up.
The man in white took a deep breath and replied: "Report...senior...junior's surname is Chu and Cheng."
"It turns out his name is Chu Cheng. What a coincidence." The old man nodded and spoke again.
"So, now I want to tell you a story. This story is what my disciples experienced back then. This story may have nothing to do with you today, or it may have something to do with it."
"Because, my disciples also have the same surname of Chu and Cheng. How coincidental is this? However, this is a story that belongs to my disciples. All you have to do is listen."
Before the man in white could speak, the old man spoke slowly.
"In this world, there is such a place, which is called the Seven Realms of the World. In this place, strong men once stood in groups, and each of them had the strength to shock the outside world. Even a long, long time ago, it shocked the world.
A vast place."
"At that time, the seven realms of the human world were called Mochen by the outside world. What a scenery it was. Almost all living beings in the vast world respected Mochen as their nickname. At that time, later generations called it Immortal Ancient. It was just scenery, scenery.
...The light will eventually come..."
"One year, the Mochen Realm experienced a catastrophe. A supreme powerhouse was so powerful that it was difficult to resist. Even the Mochen Realm, which is known as the most powerful place where the powerful man in the Xuan Realm has the most territory, was unable to match it. All the strong men could not resist it.
"They were all slaughtered almost overnight. Only one person was left alone."
"The remaining person is very strong. There are few people in the world today who can match him. But he was still defeated miserably at the hands of that supremely powerful man. After that, the Mochen Realm was completely sealed off. After that night
, Mo Chen was no longer Mo Chen, and split into seven realms. After that, the Mo Chen Realm was in ruins, causing the rules of heaven and earth to be greatly suppressed. Only in this way can this realm be preserved."
"After that, the training system was discontinued. Mo Chen, who was once very popular, fell into despair and was difficult to rise again. But at that time, the human race was still the leader and dominated the world. Although it was not prosperous, it was still considered the world's leader.
Peace.”
"But this peace only lasted for tens of millions of years. Another disaster came quietly. It was the powerful people from the outside world who were called immortals and whose power was the ancient court. They used all living beings in the world as food and healed their wounds...
..."
"The successor of Immortal Ancient is Taikoo. Although it was stronger than the previous era, seventy-two strong men were also born. These seventy-two strong men were the first to bear the brunt and fought hard for the sake of the common people in the world, but they still all died in the battle, and all living beings were killed.
There were countless casualties. Only a handful of seeds were left behind...the seeds that Gu Ting deliberately left behind in case they come again to collect them in the future."
"Since the ancient times, the human race has completely fallen. However, all races have become powerful. The human race, which has been strong for two eras, has become the food of all races."
"It was the darkest era for the human race. As a race that was once above all other races, it will never rise again. We can only hide in one side, but most of them still cannot escape the disaster."
"Until...a strong man named Burial appeared, quelled the turmoil at the end of the ancient times, and opened up the human system. However, his appearance was just a flash in the pan. Although the darkness and turmoil were swept away, the root cause was still not eliminated.
"
"Fortunately, in the following years, one after another gradually appeared, who could succeed the Human Emperor, until the Emperor Luo Yun, who is regarded by the world as the strongest successor to the Human Emperor, appeared."