1675: C1675 Homology

C1675 Homology

Once again, Zhong Ming experienced the same treatment as Xuan Hao: being forced to watch someone else's experience once.

Even though he didn't want to be seen from a bystander's point of view again and again, Zhong Ming still had to forcibly endure it. If he wanted to get out, if he wanted to get the water chestnut grass, if he wanted to survive out of this tower alive, he had to experience the pain and helplessness that he experienced when he watched Xuan Hao being surrounded by Spiritual Sense.

However, there was nothing he could do about it now. In this experience, he felt that he no longer had the right to take the initiative. He was completely led by the nose by the master of this city. Zhong Ming squinted his long and narrow almond-shaped eyes. Once again, he was infuriated by the feeling of having no control over his emotions. However, right now, he was probably dragged into some illusion formation, or an illusion world, by that lion. What he saw should also be what really happened.

Zhong Ming calmed his emotions. He had a premonition that the following story would not go smoothly as he wished. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a desolate underground city.

Zhong Ming was right.

That long-haired man was actually a Fallen God. His divine spark was taken away, but his mana was still there. His personality was one of recklessness and arrogance. Even though he wouldn't do as he pleased, it wasn't excessive to use the word 'reckless' on him. At that time, he was proficient in mechanical techniques. From the bracelet to the overall layout of the country, everything was reflected in his mind. He was naturally sensitive to structure and loved it. However, as the Divine King, he did not fulfill his duties. His position was only to manage those small documents. He did not care about it at all. To him, this job was useless. However, it was all due to his extraordinary looks and talent. He was quickly sought after or excluded by the gods.

His hobbies threatened the God of Power, who specialized in his job. He had never loved to unite other Gods, so it was best if he kept to himself. His cold personality led to him being stripped of his Divine Spark by the God who specialized in creation. However, not only did the heavens bestow upon him an extraordinary appearance and exceptional talent, they also bestowed upon him an exceptional amount of martial power. What the Divine Kings would never be able to forget was that his body was covered in blood, and he forcefully destroyed their inescapable net under the encirclement of the Gods. In the end, he dragged his sword and landed on the mortal world wearing blood-red clothes.

That back was proud and aloof, desolate and desolate. The slender neck revealed a trace of weakness, but her entire body was filled with raging killing intent and overflowing evil.

From then on, he became a Fallen God. No one could subdue him, and no one dared to give him a divine spark. He had completely fallen to the mortal world.

Zhong Ming heard the same thing from his mouth. From beginning to end, he did not speak his name, and from beginning to end, he did not explain the specific details of the God Realm. It was only when his kind felt something that he suddenly had the interest to describe his past.

He didn't know what he had done, but the carnage he had done in the forest showed that he was not in his right mind.

Ever since he had fallen into the mortal world, he had slaughtered without restraint. Back in the God Realm, he had already strangled most of the Gods to death. Even though the Gods all had their own methods of rebirth, he had truly paralyzed the God Realm for an entire year. In other words, he had been wandering the human world for an entire century, constantly killing, healing, and wandering around.

After the war between the gods, his body could no longer be restored to its original state. There were all kinds of scars on his body, and even if he didn't want to, he couldn't get rid of them. These scars were a warning from the world. They were the last mercy the world would show him.

From the beginning, he did not know that he was an existence that was not allowed by the Heavenly Dao, but later on, due to his talent being too heaven-defying, his creativity would continue to develop to such an extent that it would even threaten the Heavenly Dao. Just like that, he would often encounter obstacles in the later stages of his cultivation, and inexplicably, he would not be able to suppress his power and would instead encounter bottlenecks.

He did not want to fight for anything. For hundreds of years, he had been idle, refusing to go through the world's matters. Different gods came and went, different worlds, different worlds, not cultivating, not creating.

However, in the end, he was still forced into a dead end.

It was said that the Heavenly Dao was heartless and regarded all living things as worthless. He felt that what he said was extremely true. He had never felt himself to be unlucky, even if he had been born extraordinary, and he thought himself well loved by the heavens, yet such a reversal of fate had happened.

It was true that he had lost most of his life in the last hundred years. He had been paralyzed by the slaughter, and after recovering from his wounds, he had often fallen into deep thought. If the Heavenly Dao didn't want to create something that would threaten him, then why did it want him to exist?

When Zhong Ming saw the man saying these words, his eyes didn't flicker with hatred or resentment, but with a helpless pain.

Zhong Ming did not understand. Such a person who met with such a situation seemed to still have good eyes. Why would there be such a vicious massacre like the one before?

he asked. In this world, it had never felt good. Its extreme evil had made it cruel, violent, and cold and selfish. He had experienced all the evils in this world once, concentrating all of the ugliness and darkness in this world. His heart and liver had all been dyed black. He had thought that such a person would definitely not be a kind person in his heart. He didn't expect that such a person would give him the first warmth in the world. He also didn't expect that he would sink into such a situation and form a bond with him for the rest of his life. He had thought that he already had a heart of stone, but to his surprise, a similar person who shared his kind had appeared. The collision and resonance between their souls was something that even he could not refuse. "The two of them were born with a contract, and were destined to become a pair that defied the rules of the world.

Their interactions were not friendly, but rather, they were constantly rubbing against each other, constantly fighting, and constantly killing each other.

However, he was still evenly matched with the long-haired man, until the two of them were able to smooth out each other's sharp claws and forge a blood contract.

This blood contract was different from the one between Zhong Ming and Xuan Hao; it was a true blood contract. From the soul to the body and mind, it was a true blood contract.

Wa wasn't someone from the God Realm, and he didn't have any knowledge of the God Realm. From the beginning to the end, he didn't know what his true identity was, but like Wa, the long-haired man also didn't know where he came from.

The two of them had met for half a lifetime and built a connection with each other through their souls. It was a sense of belonging that went from spirit to heart.

Zhong Ming felt a bit more relaxed at the moment, but he didn't know how long it would last.

Outside of the illusion world, Xuan Hao was lazily sitting on the ground. He quietly maintained his leisurely posture and looked at the huge lion statue in front of him that seemed to be lifeless.

What was this sign?

Xuan Hao slightly straightened his sitting posture and put away his crossed legs. Then, he leisurely straightened his body.

Zhong Ming was about to wake up? That's great, although he didn't wait outside for too long, but it was really boring. He silently looked at Zhong Ming, who was sitting opposite to the lion and couldn't do anything. It was indeed a bit boring. But to his regret, Zhong Ming didn't react at all. He didn't even move.0

However, the golden color on the lion's body became dimmer and dimmer. The brightness in its eyes gradually dimmed. In this space, the light from the fire was especially obvious.

Zhong Ming didn't know what was happening in the outside world. He only knew that what he saw was very calm and peaceful. He couldn't see what had happened that caused them to become like this.

However, Zhong Ming had his own guesses. He knew that these two looked like people who had been forgotten by the heavens, but how many murders had they committed before? The previous life of the two was a sea of blood that could not be washed away. The piles of corpses were torn apart by the hatred of countless creatures, leaving only half of their lives intact. It was impossible for them to live a quiet and quiet life like this. The reason for everything that had happened in the past would eventually bear fruit.

Zhong Ming had always viewed this matter with an absolutely miserable ending, but he still couldn't bear with such a painful ending.

The two of them, the forsaken villains of the world, roamed the world together with the full malice of the world, but everywhere was not their place.

Regardless of whether it was a human or a beast, if they were not of my race, their hearts would definitely be different. This thought seemed to be the most irrefutable one in this world. Their talents, abilities, and goodness had all been thoroughly tainted by the insincerity of their names. No one was able to tolerate them, and not a single place was able to allow them to live.

In these hundred years, they were either coveted because of a man's beauty, or were jealous, excluded, and suppressed because of their high cultivation base. In short, the heavens probably hadn't added any sugar in their lives, only putting in other spices.

They were forced to kill, and in the end, their notoriety was washed away and all sorts of dirty water was poured onto them. They became the target of a group attack.

Gradually, they unknowingly became the devil that everyone talked about, a god's punishment that fell from the heavens, a devil that could eat people. Everything about them was not accepted, and they were gradually demonized, even turning into demons that caused babies to stop crying in the night.

The world had taught them that they were unfit to live in it. The man had already lost his mind, but he still had his principles.

He had never taken the initiative to kill a single life form. All the life forms he killed were idiots that killed him first. He originally didn't care about what others thought of him as nothingness. Even the Divine King Brothers who had grown up together could actively send him out of the divine spark, fearing that he would pose a threat to their own brothers.

However, he couldn't bear to see himself being misunderstood without doing anything. Although he had long been numbed by the feeling of being wronged again and again, it had left a deep imprint in his heart.

When his Divine Spark was removed, he was destined to have a tragic life. He had no friends, no divine position, no relatives, and no one to rely on. The most terrifying thing was that he no longer had the will to stay awake at all times.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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