A blood-colored lake is inlaid on the surface like a scarlet gem.

An ancient palace hangs high above the Blood Lake, built of large black stones. The palace is not a Western-style spire, nor is it a Chinese-style tile.

Its architectural style does not belong to any era, it seems to be separated from human civilization, more like a cube built by ancient humans with stones.

But the rocks that make it up are tightly jointed, the outer walls are flat, and the exquisite details are not something that ancient humans can do.

In front of the suspended palace, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine suspended stone steps, and the thousandth stone step is embedded in the ground.

A tall ascetic monk with vicissitudes of life clasped his hands together and climbed step by step.

Every time he took a step up, the stone steps would retreat one level. He walked for a long time, but he kept standing still.

Even so, he had already walked the nine hundred and ninety stone steps, and he was only short of the last ten steps to climb the palace.

"There is no trace of the past!"

A figure appeared at the end of the steps, wearing a ragged robe, it had no flesh and blood, its exposed head was a white skull, and its hands and feet were also pale bones.

Soul flames danced in the hollow eye sockets of this skeleton, conveying spiritual fluctuations:

"You are not chosen by God, don't try to steal God's authority, come back, this is your last chance."

The figure in cyan clothes folded his hands together, lowered his eyes in silence, and continued to climb day after day, ignoring the skeleton man's words.

The skeleton man continued:

"All illusionists in the world can get it, but you can't, you are not chosen by God, you are a heretic among illusionists.

"If you are willing to return to the real world, when the world is turned upside down in the future, there may still be a way to survive. If you dare to covet the authority of the gods, all that awaits you is destruction. There is no trace of the past. Back then, you knew the current affairs better."

Hearing the last sentence, Master Wuhen finally raised his eyes, his voice was as thick as a bell, and as deep as a drum, "I flinched back then, but my cultivation was not enough, and I endured it for twenty years, just for today."

"So what's the point of forbearance for twenty years? Twenty years ago you were level 9, and twenty years later you're still level 9. What's the difference?" The skeleton man seemed disdainful.

Master Wuhen said slowly: "Then why are you afraid of it?"

These words seemed to have stimulated the skeleton man, the fire of soul in the eye sockets was high, and he said "sharply":

"Back then, you group of rats sneaked into the temples of the gods and almost destroyed the balance of the spirit realm. If the curse didn't kill you, you should hide well. Now you are here to steal the divine power, the way of death, this is the way of death. "

Master Wuhen looked dazed for a moment, "They are already dead, Lingtuo has also fallen, we were too anxious back then, if we waited for Lingtuo and Zhang Tianshi to be promoted to demigods, or waited for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the ancestors of the Chu family, the ending would be unpredictable." It's the same."

After a pause, Master Wuhen's expression became neither happy nor sad, as if he had fully realized it, and said:

"The past is over.

"I will not die, I will only be promoted to a demigod. If I occupy that part of the authority, there will be one less phantom god in the world, and your so-called god will be weaker. On the day of the catastrophe, the illusionist profession will never be able to do so." Consummation. He is not a god, don't defile the god, I know his name. Extraterrestrial Demon."

"Bold!" The "voice" of the skeleton man shook the whole world, "Don't call God's name directly."

Master Wuhen continued: "You can't stop me. I'm an illusionist. I'm qualified to enter the palace to gain authority. This is the rule of the spirit realm, and your god can't stop it."

The skeleton man sneered, "Since you refuse to embrace yourself and obey your heart, then you will never be able to obtain divine power. I am curious, what made you persist for twenty years."

Master Wuhen stopped suddenly, looked at the gatekeeper of the palace, and said slowly: "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao organization, and the organization's creed is...to prevent the world from being destroyed."

He took two stone steps in one step. JrNovels.com