"Because in your little world, they have good qualifications, but they are far from meeting the requirements of the Hell Emperor's inheritance. But your little world is almost perfect and can withstand the inheritance of this power of chaos."
I don't know if it was because I haven't communicated with anyone for a long time, but the voice didn't feel dissatisfied at all when explaining, and was even willing to explain. Moreover, this sentence also revealed something that Feng Hao had never heard of.
The power of chaos.
"What is that?"
Feng Hao frowned and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the power of chaos is a realm above the original source.
"Yes, above the origin is chaos."
"That was the most primitive power when the world first opened. At that time, there were no laws, no origin, and no life. There was only chaos, and chaos was the source of everything."
Although the voice spoke very easily, there was a hint of yearning and a hint of fear in the words.
"Chaos?"
After hearing this, Feng Hao's eyes showed confusion and he murmured.
As early as when he was condensing his origin, Feng Hao felt a palpitating will blocking him. The feeling was like an ant facing the sky. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the power of chaos.
"Yes, my body obtained two strands of chaos power before I could break through the original source. And when he died, the ray I refined turned into three strands of original power and scattered in the prison world, and there was another ray.
Here."
The voice said with a hint of regret: "If you can refine both strands of chaos power, no one in this world will be the opponent of the original body. It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Feng Hao was silent, but his heart was shocked. Only by gaining the power of chaos can he break through the source?
How did the Prison Emperor die?
You must know that even if he is in his current state and has lived as long as heaven, he will never change forever. It is impossible for him to fall naturally, let alone a powerful person like the Prison Emperor.
Unless someone kills him.
Furthermore, despite being able to imprison the Prison Clan for countless years, and even having a strong man like the Prison Emperor, why are the Prison Clan still unable to break through space and return to the human race's territory?
All of this made Feng Hao feel confused.
Could it be that there is someone stronger than the Prison Emperor? What kind of realm is that?
"Okay, after saying so much, I have finally put an end to my years of loneliness. Now, are you ready to accept the inheritance?"
Before Feng Hao could recover, the voice came again, feeling even more urgent than Feng Hao.
"Senior, thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry that I can't accept it."
But Feng Hao shook his head and refused directly.
Just kidding, although what he said is very tempting, in the final analysis, it is just what he said and has not been confirmed. Moreover, there is nothing convincing at all.
It's like a huge pie falls from the sky, and there is someone beside you to remind you that if you eat this pie, you can surpass everyone and become the supreme power.
Not to mention that Feng Hao doesn't believe it, even ordinary people on earth probably don't believe it.
Because there is no free lunch in the world. Even if there is, it is a cycle of cause and effect, and the price has been paid long ago.
"As expected, the human race is still so cautious."
With a slight sigh, the voice changed its tone and said: "In this case, then you can go through the normal trial."
After saying that, the voice disappeared, and the boundless darkness in Feng Hao's eyes gradually disappeared, and a bright light appeared in the center, like a light door.
"A trial? Then try it."
After concentrating for a moment, Feng Hao murmured softly, and then walked directly towards the light door without hesitation.
Now that he is here, how can he come back empty-handed? Moreover, he has not forgotten the purpose of coming here. If he doesn't want it, the people from the Hell Clan can't get it either.
It's not that Feng Hao is stingy, but for the sake of the human race. If they get that ray of chaos power from the Prison Heart Sword, who knows if a powerful man with the level of the Prison Emperor will appear again in the prison clan in the future. If that is true, what will happen to them? For the entire Qianyun Star Universe, it was simply a devastating blow.
Even if the voice said that the Hell Clan was formerly the Human Race, and they attacked Qianyun Xinzhou just because they wanted to go home, who can guarantee that the Hell Clan will not enslave the Human Race when they return?
Feng Hao doesn't dare to take such a risk, nor can he imagine it, so even if the power of chaos is allowed to flow here forever, the people of the Hell Clan cannot get it. If possible, it will be destroyed.
The light gate seemed far away, but in fact it was very close. Feng Hao kept walking towards the light. Three moments later, he saw a light gate hundreds of meters high, with endless divine patterns flashing on it, but the aura was stronger than the divine patterns. It was even more terrifying, making Feng Hao's heart palpitate.
"Such an aura, could it be the divine pattern carved by the Prison Emperor himself?"
He was shocked for a moment and hurriedly looked away, because just after looking at it for a moment, Feng Hao almost fell here, as if he was swallowed by the abyss, that kind of feeling, falling into endless darkness.
Then, adjust your mentality, take a deep breath and walk towards the light door.
Although there are divine patterns flashing on the light door, when you pass through it, you are just walking through a thin film. There is no discomfort at all, and there is no attack that divine patterns should have. It is as if you are walking through an ordinary door.
But after walking over, the sight in his eyes shocked Feng Hao.
"Hey, after so many years, I finally waited for a suitable person to accept the power of chaos, but I didn't want to, and I wanted to go to the hell-to-heaven road where even the Prison Emperor almost died."
Just when Feng Hao completely left the darkness, an extremely blurry figure appeared in front of the light door, looming, as if integrated with the boundless darkness, but if you look closely, you can see that the figure is human-shaped.
Looking at the endless divine patterns flashing on the light door, he made a sound that seemed lonely and regretful.
The remnant soul of the Prison Emperor is actually in this darkness, but despite talking so much to Feng Hao, he has never appeared.
After saying that, he waved his hand to close the light door, and then turned to look at the boundless darkness. As his gaze went, the originally quiet darkness began to squirm at this moment, as if countless tentacles were surging and rolling, setting off countless waves. .
If Feng Hao were here, he would definitely be shocked and extremely shocked.
Because this boundless darkness is actually alive, and as the remnant soul becomes more and more transparent, the wild waves set off in the darkness become more and more fierce, like a hurricane driving the waves, constantly impacting the surrounding space.
"You still don't want to give up? You have been dead for so long and you still want to be reborn? Don't you know that the heaven in this world can no longer tolerate you. Even if you are really reborn, what can you do to be an ordinary person? "
Ignoring his own weakness, the figure looked at the turbulent darkness and spoke softly. If he could condense it, he would definitely be able to see the expression of despair on his face.
As soon as these words came out, it seemed to be stabbed in the pain of darkness. There was no sound, but the more violent rolling represented its overwhelming anger.