In a familiar courtyard, an old man dressed in white was lying on a lounge chair under a tree, holding a fan in his hand, blowing the breeze again and again. His eyes were closed on his old and furrowed face.

The deep galaxies hiding it look kind and peaceful.

"Old man, let's eat!"

A clear male voice came from the small kitchen room in the small courtyard, and then, a man wearing white clothes and white trousers, with a handsome face and a free and easy temperament walked out of it, holding a long plate with two pieces on it.

A bowl of rice, one meat dish, one vegetable dish and one soup dish, three dishes and a soup basin.

The old man, who was lying on a recliner made of rattan and swaying, heard the man's voice, slowly opened one of his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked towards the kitchen.

The man in white carried the long plate in his hand and walked to a stone table next to the old man. He placed the food, bowls and chopsticks on it one by one, and then turned to look at the old man who closed his eyes again and snored slightly, pretending that he was still sleeping.

, smiled:

"Old man, if you don't get up, I won't wait for you. The food I cooked today is not too much. I can probably finish it all by myself."

After saying that, Fan Yun sat down, picked up his bowls and chopsticks, and was ready to start.

Then, as Fan Yun expected, the old man lying on the wicker chair immediately got up, walked towards the dining table, rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You brat, I worked so hard to raise a brat like you, but you didn't even want to leave me a bite of food and wanted to eat alone!"

"Hahaha!" Fan Yun laughed twice when he heard what the old man said, then stood up and helped him into his position, and replied, "Isn't that because I knew that you were not asleep, and I said that on purpose?"

When the old man heard this, he also laughed twice and said: "You old man, I am still young and my body is still strong! I haven't reached the point where I need your support."

"Besides, I know what you mean, but that doesn't stop me from saying a few words to you. Do you have any opinions?"

"How can that be possible?" Fan Yun scooped a bowl of soup for the old man, with a very relaxed smile on his face.

"Old man, please try these. I have never made them for you before. They are new dishes that I tried to make based on the flavors I tasted when I traveled around the world over the years."

"Haha, that's right, let me try it."

The old man happily picked up the chopsticks, reached into the dish, each took a chopstick, put it into his own rice bowl, took a bite, and tasted some of the flavors he had tasted before.

“Really good.”

"Really~" The old man's approval made Fan Yun, who was already quite old, reveal a pure smile like a child, "Old man, let me tell you, my cooking skills have improved a lot in these years.

I also learned a lot of new dishes, and I will cook them for you in the future."

"No hurry, no hurry..." The old man smiled, and his wrinkled face became more wrinkled because of the movements of the corners of his mouth and eyebrows.

"Speaking of brat, you are not young now, why didn't you bring me a disciple-in-law?"

When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly became a little narrow, and there was a little ridicule in his tone.

"Don't tell me that you haven't met a girl you love. I know your past."

Fan Yun didn't seem to hear the abnormality in the old man's words, but replied:

"I've encountered it before... but I'm too busy... People's energy is limited. In order to achieve certain goals, you have to give up something first."

"When I understand things at this stage... I will probably have more energy..."

"Haha, they are all excuses." The old man shook his head and smiled disdainfully, "You are just hesitant now and don't know how to choose."

After saying that, the old man put down his bowls and chopsticks, glanced at the food on the table that had not yet been eaten, then looked up at the somewhat broken sky, and sighed:

"You brat, time is running out. It's time to wake up from your dream. In reality, you still have unfinished business, and there are still people waiting for you to return."

"...Old man..." Fan Yun was silent for a while, "I just haven't seen you for a long time...I just want to spend more time with you."

The old man was silent for a while. He looked at the young man in front of him who should be a little strange to him but was extremely familiar. He sighed and said:

"You should also know that I have died a long time ago. What exists in front of you now are just thoughts about Fan Zhe that remain in your mind."

"It's not true after all."

"……I know……"

"But old man... brat, I... really miss you... it would be great if I could see you one more time..."

"You brat, the past is a foregone conclusion and the future is uncertain. Only the present can be controlled."

"It's time to wake up from the dream."

…

In the God Realm, the black and white clouds and ink have disappeared without knowing when, most of the majestic and solemn temples have become dilapidated, the banners of the gods have fallen, and the glory of the divine court has dimmed.

In the Shenting Square where the gods usually gather, this huge and bright square in the past is now filled with broken swords embedded in it. The white flames wrapped around the swords are burning slowly, and the surrounding traces have spread to the entire God Realm.

The flames remain dimly extinguished.

The bodies of gods that were hard to see fell to the ground, either seriously injured and unconscious, or lying on the ground unable to move. The white blades passed through their bodies, cutting off their divine status and nailing them

Above the divine court.

In the center of Shenting Square, a young man in white clothes was half-kneeling on the ground. He was holding a bright white blade inserted into the body of the scarlet god below in both hands. He leaned his forehead on the handle of the blade and closed his eyes to rest.

The young man's body was wrapped in a white robe, and nothing could be seen, but his exposed hands and face were covered with fine white cracks, one after another, making the young man look like an extremely fragile porcelain doll.

Generally, full of fragile feeling.

On the head, the originally black short hair also turned pale at this moment. No, to be precise, it should be withered and white, as if it had lost its vitality.

At this moment, the young man holding the knife looked no different from the other gods lying on the ground inside and outside the Shenting Square. If he hadn't noticed that his chest was still breathing and rising, perhaps no one would have been able to detect that he was still alive.

The once sacred and majestic Divine Court was now in dilapidated condition, the power of the gods was annihilated, and the flames of burning divine power spread throughout the Divine Realm, washing this place of order.

"call……"

The young man whose face was covered with fine cracks took a breath, his eyelids trembled, and then he opened his eyes as if waking up from a big dream, his face full of exhaustion.

The pain from inside and outside his body and from the depths of his soul made him feel that every additional breath he took at this moment was an excruciating pain.

"...Child...is it worth it for you to do this?"

As Fan Yun waited, a gentle female voice containing good intentions entered his ears.
Chapter completed!