After listening to the words of the Heavenly Powerful Man, Lin Cheng was silent for a moment.

The scenes in my mind flashed quickly, and the scenes passing by in my memory were gradually dyed with blood and gray. The vivid figures also became rotten and cold, as if they were dead for many years.

Unlike powerful people like the Army Lord and Beishanlie, such as Uncle Dao, they may not know that they had died long ago, and they thought they were alive and were still full of yearning for tomorrow's life.

Maybe they will forget everything now, start over and start another cycle of forgotten memory, and stage the joys and sorrows of the past, like a manipulated puppet, even their smiles and tears were imposed by others. As for themselves, they might have died completely at some point tens of millions of years ago. What remains now may be just an obsession and even memory.

How can a person actually die?

Death of the body, extinction of the soul, or is it completely forgotten?

The moment when the memory of oneself completely disappears, perhaps it is truly a farewell to the world.

“…”

The scenes in my memory flashed quickly and freeze from time to time. At this moment, two completely different pictures appeared in Lin Cheng's mind at the same time, one full of vitality, and the other seemed to be soaked in blood.

"Is this the truth about the small world of time and space?"

Lin Cheng was indescribably in his mood at this moment. He looked up at the sky and found that he had been swallowed by darkness at some point. The sky was no longer a blue sky or a layer of fantasy clouds, but strange solidified vortexes, big and small, just like a nightmare that a child casually painted with a paintbrush. Those vortexes were like eyes overlooking the world, with unconcealed coldness and malice.

This world is so false, but extremely real in Lin Cheng's eyes at this moment.

A trace of inexplicable coldness lingered in my heart. When Lin Cheng reached the point where he was now, he could clearly be inseparable from hot and cold, but at this moment he suddenly felt a cold sound. He looked into the distance and seemed to be able to vaguely see people who were still immersed in his life, dragging their rotten and cold bodies, thinking about what the supper is today, thinking about whether to team up with Lao Wang next door to hunt monsters tomorrow, thinking about the ups and downs of life...

Among this group of people, there were incompatible souls constantly interspersed with black aura, and the eyes of people looking at them were full of greed and viciousness. The eyes were constantly scanning and peeping, and nightmares in their hearts were constantly bubbling and fermenting, as if poison was about to boil.

I vaguely saw someone crying, someone laughing wildly, someone watching all this coldly, and a group of people pointed and laughed at the victim for not knowing to protect themselves. Their kindness was completely submerged by blackness. Occasionally, a little light appeared, but behind it was a more devastated hideous demon...

The cold eyes formed a grand stage, covered by greed shadows, and a soft knife covered with pity was stabbed into the hearts of souls. The "good intention" with no eyes stood behind the demon and shouted loudly. The injured soul looked down at the stage in despair and numbness, and the gaze full of suspicion and questioning came towards him...

...A hundred ghosts were walking at night in heavy rain, and some people were mingling among them, but they were happier than ghosts.

The numb soul was constantly trembling, and was held hostage by the devil with a knife, showing an exaggerated smile. The tears flowing in his eyes were completely evaporated by the oncoming malice, and the venom turned into flowing into his heart, and black flowers bloomed.

Everyone passing by was praising her sensibility and well-being, and the devil laughed wildly in the dark night.

Goodwill is constantly withering, becoming nutrients, absorbed by ugly malicious intentions, and blooming deformed flowers.

...Destroy everything in reality and maliciously water it, and finally settle into black soil, waiting for the next season to open, leaving only an empty body and smile on it, so there is only beauty left in this world...

...This is a paradise built in hell.

Seeing all this, Lin Cheng's brows became tighter and tighter, and his heart seemed to be crushed by a mountain. His heart was beating hard, and the sticky air squeezed the last bit of nutrients, making people completely breathless.

“Have you decided?”

At this time, a slightly harsh voice appeared, and he looked at Lin Cheng with a steady look and said, "Do you want to end all this? Do you want to end the pain of innocent souls and let yourself be saved? If you want to, then take action. You don't have much time."

As he said, he pointed in a direction, "Where, keep walking, you will see an abandoned palace, which was once the place where His Majesty lived and the only forbidden place for all the dead in this world. Only outsiders have hope to enter it. If you can find the 'that' thing, you can consider bringing it out and giving it to the party you trust in, so as to decide whether the nightmare will end from now on or the game will continue..."

"You don't have much time, hurry up."

After saying this, the heavenly-level powerhouse suddenly burst out with a terrible energy fluctuation, which was even more powerful than the average heavenly-level, but his figure became a little illusory. With a loud shout, he suddenly faced a tentacle that was quietly killing towards Lin Cheng.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Before his death, the Heavenly-level powerful man let out an angry roar, while Beishan Lie in the distance made a burst of angry roars.

Feeling the terrifying aura suddenly coming from behind, Lin Cheng's face changed slightly. He ignored everything else and quickly used his figure to leave the place immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to rush towards the direction the Skyrim Powerful Man said.
Chapter completed!