Mysterious journey

In the northeast of Shannia, in a large dense forest close to the sea, there was an underground entrance stronghold forest to the bottom of the world.

In the vast dense forest, there is a lonely town that is rarely visited by people.

Viewed from above, the town is clearly visible like an irregular yellow spot in the sea of ​​trees that are as dense as a green ocean.

There was no one in the entire town, and it was surrounded by dense vines and grass. From a distance, the houses and buildings in the town seemed to be covered with a layer of green slime, and some of them were even flowing down the eaves.

When you walk in, you will see countless dense green mosses and vines, and some long leafed ivy hanging down from the eaves.

Garen was dressed in pitch black and walked slowly in the town.

This was once the entrance and exit to the underground world. Countless totem masters coming in and out formed a prosperous trade and exchange resource town here.

But now, it's just a barren ruin.

He walked slowly along the streets of the town. From time to time, among the dense bushes and grass on the street, there was slight movement, as if something small was running quickly.

The gloomy sky was covered with clouds, as if it might rain at any time.

Garen looked up at the sky, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly towards a house on the left with some tattered banners hanging on it.

There was something vaguely written on the big red banner that couldn't be seen clearly, and a few unknown black reptiles were crawling slowly on it.

The entire house is still in good condition, but the doors and windows leading in and out are broken.

Garen pushed open the door halfway and walked into the house.

A strong smell of mold penetrated his nose, the room was dark, and the ground was covered with green moss.

It has been three days since he came to this town and he hasn't found anything, but he still hasn't left here.

He did find an entrance into the underground, but unfortunately that entrance had already been completely blocked. After digging for more than a day with no results, he gave up.

After wandering around the town for a few days, Garen himself didn't know what he was expecting, but there was a feeling in the dark that he seemed to be waiting for something, waiting for someone in a tacit understanding. If that person is still alive.

It's been three days, and in one more day, he will leave here. This is his plan.

Standing in the musty house, Garen stood at the door, looking up at the sky outside the door, feeling calm.

Long.

Low thunder sounded from the sky, and the sky became darker and darker.

"It's going to rain," Garen murmured unconsciously. In this place where no one had set foot, he seemed to be talking to himself. But it seemed like he was talking to someone else.

"Yeah, it's going to rain."

Suddenly the same voice sounded from behind him.

Garen looked slightly startled and turned around. A huge figure slowly appeared in the darkness deep in the room.

It was a gray-brown mantis that was two meters tall.

A giant mantis dressed in human clothes. It just stood in the darkness, with only its head exposed, looking at Garen calmly.

"Garen, it's me."

Garen's eyes narrowed, and he recognized the voice. Although old and frail, it was exactly the same as the familiar voice from before.

"Sun God King"

This is the Lord of the Celestial Palace who they had adventures with in the Shadow Ruins.

Wow.

The heavy rain fell instantly.

When he came back to his senses, one person and one mantis were already sitting side by side under the eaves outside the house, looking at the downpour less than one meter in front of them.

The world seemed to be completely plunged into heavy rain for a while, and nothing could be seen clearly. Only this house was the only shelter.

"I knew you were coming," Mantis whispered, "I've known it since the power of the totem began to dissipate."

Garen looked at the rain curtain without saying a word.

"It's a new era now." Mantis seemed to show a smile, "It's a miracle that a creature from the old era like me can sustain it to this point."

"Where are your subordinates? Where have they gone?" Garen asked in a low voice.

"They? Most of them became ordinary beasts, and most of them died of old age." Mantis replied calmly, "You know, many biological species have short life spans."

"If you also break through, can you continue to live like me?" Garen asked calmly.

"I don't know." The mantis raised its sickle arm slowly and with difficulty, and gently scraped its mouthparts, just like a real mantis. "Actually, I was about to die a few months ago. But a premonition told me that some old friends might come."

"So you've persisted until now?"

"Yes." The Lord of the Heavenly God Palace looked at the rain curtain. He had no fear of facing death at all, but only calmness.

"What do you want to say to me?" Garen was silent for a moment.

"What do you want to say?" Mantis shook his head, "I have been to many places over the years, many, many places, looking for all the traces of the old era. I have seen a lot and experienced a lot. But when the Evil God King died in front of me At that moment, my heart suddenly became empty.”

The broken red curtain hung down on the right side of the two people, and was constantly swaying by the wind, making a soft twitching sound.

"It feels so uncomfortable to feel like you are the only one in the whole world. There are people everywhere, but no one is the same as you." Mantis grinned.

Garen didn't answer, just looked at it quietly.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and time is passing by minute by second.

In the rain, one person and one mantis chatted lightly, talking about various encounters in the ruins, their most painful experiences, their most proud achievements, and all kinds of interesting things from childhood to adulthood.

At this moment, the two were like best friends who talked about everything. Many times, Mantis was talking and Garen was listening.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the rain is getting lighter and lighter, and the voice of the praying mantis is getting lower and lower.

When the rain stopped completely, the mantis was no longer alive, lying quietly next to Garen, its body already stiff and cold.

"Maybe the weather will be good again tomorrow." Garen did not look at the mantis, but looked at the sky lightly, "It's a pity that it has nothing to do with you and me."

He patted his clothes and stood up. The corpse of the mantis gradually began to shatter, turning silently into something like black ashes, which was blown away by the wind.

"I'm the only one left now" Garen smiled mockingly.

He rolled up his arm sleeves. The clear mark on his forearm was still there, and he pressed it gently.

The surrounding area instantly went dark.

After a while, it suddenly lit up again.

He was still standing at the door of the house, the vermilion banner stiff at his side. A few falling leaves were fixed in the air to his right, and a few drops of rainwater dripping from the eaves were about to hit the grass ground, but they could no longer hit.

Everything in the world seemed to stop at this moment.

Garen looked around. The sky was filled with silver rings hanging in the void. The huge rings shook slightly from time to time, and then began to silently break apart and turn into countless metal fragments.

After the old rings collapsed, new silver rings slowly appeared, but they were never as fast as the collapse.

Garen didn't look at the entire inner world, he just stretched out his hand, and a halberd like an icy blue water mirror emerged and condensed in his hand.

laugh!

The bottom of the halberd pierced the ground and stuck upside down.

"come yet?"

A deep man's voice came from the woods in front of Garon.

"Child?" Garen raised his head and looked forward, and the feeling of the mark convinced him that he had not mistakenly identified the person.

The old man walking out of the woods in front is the child he once was.

He is so old that he does not look like a person in his sixties at all, but more like an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. His face is covered with ravine-like wrinkles, and his skin is like the best bark. Covered with fine black spots.

Wearing gray cloth clothes and holding an old wooden stick, he walked out of the woods so naturally.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The child stopped quietly in front of the woods with a cane and looked at Garen.

"How on earth could this be?" Garen walked over and stood in front of the child. "Why does the power of totem disappear?"

"This is a trace of the image I left in my mark." The child ignored Galleon and continued to speak his own words. "The real me, and everyone else, died thirty-two years after that battle."

He paused. "If you can wake up at the end and see this, you may be lucky. This image can only last thirty years."

Garen closed his mouth. He had already discovered that although the child's eyes were looking towards him, the pupils were not condensed at all, but only seemed to penetrate him and look at the things behind him.

"The world is collapsing. The power of the totem is collapsing." The child said in a low voice, "This is the result of our research. Because I am the youngest, I am the last one. But soon, all extraordinary things will be destroyed by the gates of heaven. Expelled, including me.”

"Excluded?" Garen was startled.

"Yes, you heard it right." The child nodded, "The Gate of Heaven is not a dead thing. In that War of Heaven, it felt threatened, so the power of the totem began to be exterminated. All extraordinary powers began to die. "

"Only those six types who are truly freed from the shackles and controlled by the power of totem may be able to completely get rid of the influence of the Gate of Heaven."

Garen listened quietly to the child's explanation.

"However, in a world without the power of totems, even Type Six may no longer be able to touch the gate of heaven."

Garen nodded slightly unconsciously.

The power of totem is indeed a unique power that only exists in this world. After removing the power of totem, there is no environmental increase. Even if the secret martial arts of the six types of students are completed, the highly condensed soul seeds will be at most equal to four in the totem period. Type range power.

But even so, in a world without extraordinary power, his power is already absolutely powerful and invincible.

"Be careful, the gate of heaven will not let you go, it will definitely try every means to exclude you." The child left the last words in a low voice, and the whole person gradually became transparent and disappeared from where it was.

"be careful"

The last sound was still echoing slowly, and Garen finally came back from his thoughts.

"The Gate of Heaven."

I don't know when the familiar huge white light door appeared in the sky.

The countless flowing mountains, rivers and birds on the door frame are like miniature worlds that are shrunk and extremely real.

White beams of light shot down like light beams, passing through the slowly collapsing silver rings, and landed on Garen.

A huge, complex thought that seemed to be a mixture of countless creatures suddenly rushed into Garen's heart.

"Leave leave leave"

"leave"

"leave"

Repeated thoughts kept impacting Garen's defenses, as if there were countless people whispering in his ears.

This mixed idea has no consciousness, as if it is just the will of countless creatures mixed together. It is a hazy and chaotic will.

Garen seemed to hear the whole world, animals, humans, sea fish, birds, and all living wills, all converging into a huge torrent, surrounding him.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that he seemed to be the last cancer in the world, and the whole world seemed to be desperately trying to eliminate the existence of this cancer.

In the dark sky, there was only a white beam of light covering Gallon, falling from the sky like a stairway to heaven.

Garen smiled slightly.

This world actually has a collection of wills like the Gate of Heaven, and he can clearly recall the previous world. Neither the environment of the earth nor the world of secret martial arts had such a existence. Maybe there was, but he didn't find it.

The universe is truly amazing.

"If possible, I want to go back to where I came from." He gently conveyed his thoughts. If Heaven's Gate was conscious, maybe.

Soon, a scene that surprised him appeared.

The image memory of when he first came to this world suddenly appeared in his mind.