Wu Xihan had a small face, and went in and out of Wu Chen's former residence. The anger in his heart accumulated, and there was an urge to completely destroy all of this.

However, she can't, she can't do it anyway.

A young phantom of Wu Chen passed by her side, and there were all such phantoms doing all kinds of things around her. Wu Xi was in it, gradually calmed down, and began to watch all this happen thoughtfully.

Looking back on this time my father's return, it was strange from the beginning, but now he is like a mortal, beginning to recall his past like a mortal.

Mortals want to remember because of their goodness in forgetting, and mortals want to recall because of their complexity and mediocrity, because of their limitations and horizons.

Where is his own father?

Why is he so strange?

Thinking of this, she unknowingly came to the threshold of the main hall and sat down, holding her head with her right hand, looking bitter and entangled.

Time passed without realizing it, Wu Chen did not turn around for a long time, and Wu Xi did not have the magical powers and levels like him, so there was no way to "peep".

She became anxious unconsciously, unable to help breaking the rules, looking at the direction of the body, seeing through the barriers of space, and suddenly being associated with the body.

Just like a quiet small pond, connecting the vast ocean, it was completed in an instant and regained the ability to think, Wu Xi's anxiety and impatience were gone, and he regained his natural vitality and eccentricity.

After more than ten minutes, a timid girl came to the door and saw Wu Xi from afar. She felt weak and she knelt outside the yard.

Wu Xi was too lazy to look at her, turned around and shouted loudly into the phantom-ridden house, "Dad, someone has come to invite us, are you ready?"

It was the pitch-black vortex. Wu Chen took a step forward from it, and in an instant all the phantoms disappeared. The lively courtyard returned to silence. Wu Xi looked at the change and frowned and asked, "Dad, have you found it?"

Wu Chen smiled and nodded, "It took a lot of effort, but I have already handled it."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Wu Chen walked out of the main hall and came to the jujube tree in the yard. He pointed to the tree and said to his daughter: "When the tree is big, it will be forked, it will be divided into the nutrition of the main trunk, and it will be fought for the sunshine that the main trunk can bathe, and the same is true for me."

"What does it mean? You are Your Majesty, not a tree!"

"In the limitations of the universe, everything is the same, it is a different manifestation of the imprint of life, and it is a grain of sand transformed from the origin!"

"...I, I don't understand, I don't understand!"

Wu Chen smiled and shook his head, took his daughter's hand, left the courtyard, and came to the girl who was kneeling on the ground and was almost fainting. He sent out a fluctuation of energy of spiritual comfort. Then he pointed to the calming girl and said to his daughter: "The same is true for a family, which is spreading and constantly mixing with fresh blood genes. After several generations, the bloodlines that once loved ones will become thinner, and they will become increasingly strangers to each other, and gradually become completely unfamiliar objects. In the future, even if there are intersections and collisions, the cause and effect that bloodlines can play can be completely ignored."

"Don't play puzzles with me, okay? Dad, I'll be very angry if you say that. Be careful that I can't help but lose my temper!"

Wu Chen smiled bitterly, shook his head, scraped his daughter's nose, and walked forward silently for a distance.

"Remember an existence I once said, Luohe?"

The divine light flashed in Wu Xi's eyes. Where did the body recover from the tremor after a moment of trembling. "I know, what's wrong with him?"

"He buried a backhand in me. After meeting him this time, although I didn't understand what the backhand was, I instinctively realized that it was inappropriate, so I realized that the imprint of life was strange. I thought about it in every way. All factors, past, present, and vague future, were nothing!"

"I became more and more anxious until I jumped out of His Majesty's perspective and tried to return to the role of a mortal, and shed all my responsibilities and pursuits... Do you know what that felt? I regained peace, although I couldn't understand."

"So, I tried to follow the trend and pursue the guidance of my instincts to come here!"

"I found clues, at the time I entered the scope of this village!"

"I found that as "Wu Chen", I became weaker and weaker. As His Majesty, I became weaker and weaker. I "fly higher and higher", and gradually forgot the taste of "down-to-earth". The thinking at that time, the pursuit at that time..."

Wu Xi was puzzled, "Is this abnormal? This is a necessary step after transcendence and sublimation!"

"You don't understand that I have become the origin of Nya, and the origin is me, unlike Hilo. There should not be any danger of being assimilated by the origin, but without external factors assimilation, I gradually lost the imprint and depth of being a life and thinking body. If it continues to develop, I will have no thoughts or consciousness, no joy or anger, my life will be melted, I will merge with Nya, and will will become the cosmic will of Nya, my strength, body, and life will melt in the Niya universe..."

"Pangu?"

"Yes, Pangu!"

"Is this considered self-destruction?"

"In your understanding, just like death, but in my understanding, it is complete detachment."

"No, dad, no..." Wu Xi grabbed Wu Chen's sleeve and felt anxious and nervous for the first time.

"Maybe my level cannot reach such a height. Life imprints instinctively resist the danger of extinction, so there are such strange things." Wu Chen said self-deprecatingly: "After coming here, I relive the past of the "Wu Chen" period, searching for the footprints and marks left by the past. Through these footprints and marks, I trace back to the upstream of time, and re-experience the joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys, and separations of the mortal period!"

"Every time I revisit it, my life imprint becomes more peaceful and more profound. The original "vague" disappeared, and I seemed to temporarily break free from the shadow of "death" and gain the happiness and peace of "living after the disaster"... Look, your Majesty is the same, and he instinctively resists the loss of the "self". I think so, so I am, "I think" is gone, where is "I am"? Even if it exists, what's the point? Is it still me?"

"This is my limitation, the limitation of every life!"
Chapter completed!