Chapter 1605: More than 100 Million Years of Planning! (Down)

This is a desperate land, this is a desperate world!

The sky was dark, not without light, but the light was brought by the endless blood and was full of sadness. The earth is no longer prosperous, but exudes a nauseating stench, and the green grassland of the grassland is all withered and yellow, without any vitality.

Life is extinct, vitality is no longer available.

In the sky, a coffin is suspended, like a black hole, madly absorbing the surrounding death energy and despair, integrating into the body, and just like a source of pollution, releasing endless death energy, "slaughtering" the already extremely... Fading vitality.

This is a world doomed to destruction! When all the vitality has disappeared, then this land will be plunged into darkness forever and completely sink!

However, a ray of light suddenly came, breaking the extremely oppressive and dead sky, like a ray of sunshine, making the whole world warm.

The dazzling and gentle light shone on the coffin. The dark coffin was opened, and the lid of the coffin, which was made of despair and deathly silence, slowly melted away, revealing the contents of the coffin.

A man, a handsome young man, was lying in a coffin. He closed his eyes tightly, and there was a sadness on his face that made people couldn't help but shed tears. Even in deep sleep, his brows were furrowed.

"Wake up, wake up, child!"

A soft voice came from within the light. It irradiated the young man's body, warming his body, and penetrated his body and entered his consciousness, constantly calling.

His brows furrowed even more tightly. He didn't want to wake up, didn't want to wake up. However, he was unable to resist the warm light and the warm voice, which made him feel warm throughout his body in the midst of endless sadness.

"You, who are you!"

He opened his eyes and opened his mouth. It was as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his pronunciation was very strange.

"I am Pangu, kid!"

This light turned into a virtual figure. He was a big man, very burly, full of indescribable explosive power, which made people feel extremely shocked at a glance. But, this is just his body. His breath is really warm and soft, like a gentle wind and a touch of warm light. The most important thing is his eyes, that kind of endless kindness and compassion, which makes people feel that they have found comfort in their hearts, just like a father or mother looking at you. No matter who it is, under such eyes, they feel that they are just a child who wants to throw themselves into the arms of their parents and act like a spoiled child, or a child who cries.

"..."

His eyes were astringent, softened by Pangu's breath and eyes. He was very sad. He wanted to shed tears, but he found that he had no tears to shed, or he had no tear ducts, or - the tears had dried up!

"Child, don't dwell on the past, you should look to the future. There are miracles in this world."

Pangu looked at his somewhat distorted face, stretched out his hand, put his warm palm on his face, caressed him softly, and spoke softly.

"I... don't want to go back! I just feel so tired, I really want to sleep, I really want to think about nothing, I really want to keep going!"

He finally started to speak, and there was no doubt in his eyes. Instead, he regarded this person whom he had just met for the first time as the best person to talk to, or even a relative. His voice was still trembling and his voice was a little weird, but he could stop stuttering and speak smoothly.

"Are you going to drop everything?"

Pangu's expression was still gentle, and that smile was simply a healing tool.

"I don't want to experience the kind of pain that makes people feel like their hearts are being torn into pieces, and people feel like their souls are being burned into nothingness. The world is too painful, and I would rather never wake up."

He looked ferocious, obviously thinking of the extreme pain in his words. Such sadness, such pain, he never wanted to try again, or even think about it again. He was already desperate, desperate for this world, for himself, for everything. He is not doing anything, this world, everyone and everything has nothing to do with him. No matter what happened, no matter what happened to anyone, he just wanted to sleep like that, because only in this case would he forget the endless sorrow.

"Child, escaping is not the solution to the problem. There is a solution to everything. Everyone has a chance to be redeemed. But the most important thing is, can you go back and look for the solution to the problem? Then you will be redeemed. Will people seize that chance?"

Pangu looked at him, and in addition to the endless sadness, there was also a huge look of encouragement in his eyes. He was encouraging him, he was trying to cheer him up again.

"Dead people cannot be resurrected, and there is nothing more sad than a dead heart. They died, and I died too. I am just a walking corpse, so I might as well just sleep. At least, this way I won't feel the pain."

He raised his eyelids, but still didn't cheer up. This is a desperate world, and everything here is affected by his mood. If he despairs, the world will become a dead land. This is his true portrayal.

"There is a miracle in life, isn't it? However, whether you can grasp it or not depends on your own efforts"!

Pangu smiled, that smile was so gentle. His hand pointed downward. The boy in the coffin sat up and looked down. I saw that in the desperate land, among the endless withered grass, a small white flower was trying its best to bloom.

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"What's wrong?"

The demon in the melee suddenly felt something and looked towards the demon in horror. Hongjun's expression also froze, as if he noticed something. As for Netherworld, he didn't feel anything intuitively. He was just attracted by the soaring power and looked back.

The demon looked gloomy, while Hongjun looked cold. Because one of them can't feel the control over the external incarnation, and the other can't feel the power of the contract that binds the sky demon.

The body of Zixiao Shenlong exploded, and a mini sky demon appeared in the center of the explosion. That is the spirit of the heavenly demon. At the same time, a black energy and a twisted devil pattern suddenly evaporated from the body's outer avatar, which was part of the demon's thoughts.

The soul enters the body!

Opening his eyes, his green eyes glowed with a trace of divine light, and a majestic breath of life came towards him, bringing some vitality and light to the chaotic universe.

Heavenly demon, return!