The lake of rebirth, the sea of ​​the past, and the future realm all coexist.

This is a wonder of heaven and earth, but also a terrifying sight.

Lin Fan has experienced one of these.

Everyone says that among the three, the future is the most untouchable, as it will make people despair or feel sad.

The future has been decided, and destiny cannot be changed. Every living being is entangled with countless threads of cause and effect, guiding and binding it towards the determined future.

This is terrifying.

You know what will happen in the future, but you can only watch helplessly and still move towards that ending. How can you not make people despair?

For example, if you see in the future that you will die unexpectedly on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, you may struggle and resolve to go against heaven.

But in the end, everything is in vain, and you will find that all causal directions point to the fateful day of death.

So, how would you choose?

Most people would be decadent.

Everyone will just go with the flow.

When you know your return date, every day is boring. You still fight, rob, and struggle? What's the use of that?

The most terrifying thing is that it is said that a certain ancient power who was only half a step away from becoming a god accidentally saw the future and had a glimpse of his own future, so he cried blood and laughed three times and slapped himself to death.

Under the stars.

"Don't go." Liu Zhuiyue tugged at Lin Fan's sleeves urgently, his eyes full of prayer and fear.

Lin Fan smiled: "They can go, why can't I go?"

"I don't care about others, but I don't want you to go. It's too scary. Since ancient times, this future has been accompanied by all kinds of tragedies and past events. I don't want you to be in danger." Liu Zhuiyue spoke with anxiety and fear.

"Do you believe in bullshit like fate?" Lin Fan sneered: "What is fate? I don't believe it. I have a fist that can split the sky and a halberd that can kill gods. What does it mean to be in the future?"

After saying that, Lin Fan comforted Liu Zhuiyue: "Just wait here for a moment while I go take a look. I'll be back soon."

"Mu Yi..." Liu Zhuiyue shouted anxiously, but it was too late. Lin Fan turned into a ray of golden light and crashed into the future realm.

The future realm rippled, and there was a dark crack that swallowed Lin Fan in one gulp. However, a large bell was popped out by him, and golden lightning pierced it, and then fell on Liu Zhuiyue's neck, turning into a beautiful bell.

necklace.

"Another person went in..."

Some cultivators whispered, their eyes full of bitter smiles and sighs.

This is the advice of the sages to stay away from this future realm, and those who dare to enter are all the proud ones of heaven. But in the end, when they come out of the future realm, how many people will be as high-spirited and as angry as ever?

…

"Who am I? Where am I?"

Lin Fan opened his mouth. He seemed to have forgotten a certain important part of his past, or he seemed to have been in a dream for tens of thousands of years. When he woke up today, he suddenly felt empty, like a walking corpse.

He looked around blankly, walking in this dilapidated and vast starry space.

I don't know how long he walked, but Lin Fan was sure that he must have visited every corner of the starry sky. Along the way, he shed tears for no reason more than once, as if there was some great sadness hidden in his heart, suppressed by the most unbreakable seal.

Every time he tried to open the seal, the pain would make him breathless.

"What happened? Who am I?"

Lin Fan whispered, frowning, and then he saw the strand of gray hair brushing in front of his eyes.

This shocked him.

At this time, he had at least the terrifying power of the Seventh Realm of Linshen. He could collapse the universe with just one glance. He was supposed to live for hundreds of thousands of years, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, that wisp of gray hair burned, and in the burning smoke and fireworks, Lin Fan's eyes shed tears.

"ah……"

He looked like a wounded beast, with messy gray hair and tears and blood in his eyes!

He remembered who he was.

Why did you come to this point again?

That strand of white hair was the memory seal he gave himself. Until this moment, the seal was opened.

This vast starry sky, this ruined universe without the sun and moon, is the Three Thousand Realms, but it has been sunk, and endless starry remains are floating.

"ah……"

Lin Fan was pushed back and roared, shattering many dead stars, and rushed towards the other end of the starry sky in anger and anticipation.

He was hoping that all this was just the most terrifying nightmare.

But, he was disappointed.

That was where the Divine Court once was...

The rubble, broken soldiers, and bloodstains showed that all this was not a dream at all, but the past that had actually happened. It also represented how tragic the battle was in the past, and how desolate it is now.

He walked forward. Under the ruins, there was a dried Flower of the Other Shore. Through the ruins, there was a dim halberd, as if it was buried here forever with the Flower of the Other Shore.

"Xiao Nuo..."

Lin Fanzhui burst into tears.

This is his eldest son, who died in this battle.

He searched the entire ruins of the Divine Court, but there was no breath of life, only broken soldiers.

There is the Holy Sword, there is the Blood Edge, there is the Remnant Rainbow...

Nothing can be seen, that person, loved ones, relatives and friends, all left him.

He was like a ghost, wanting to cry loudly, but there was no sound, the tears had already dried up.

When the Divine Court was destroyed, no one survived except him, and even the entire Three Thousand Realms were destroyed.

He stayed here for many days, trying to collect the souls and ancient memories of his old friends and loved ones, but he was disappointed. Everyone's souls were destroyed and their bones turned into ashes. Only the blood-stained strands of clothes and those familiar battlefields were left.

soldiers.

"Hunting patrol!"

Lin Fan roared and rushed towards the sky, wanting to rush towards the chaos and destroy all the enemies, but he could not find him and could only wail in the ruins of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Finally, like a child, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

But just a moment later, that sadness, that anger, etc., all disappeared, as if those things had nothing to do with him.

Lin Fan stood up slowly, and all the scenes in front of him changed.

There are no longer broken stars, there are no longer ruins of the divine court, there is only a vast expanse.

"Is this the future?" Lin Fan whispered. He raised his hand to brush his cheek, and he could still feel the residual warmth of tears.

He looked back, pierced eternity, and punched away.

It was as if I had seen the scene of Chaos marching to the Three Thousand Realms a few years later, and I wished I could defeat the entire Chaos Realm with one punch.

"Ha... I don't believe in fate." Lin Fan sneered: "Since we know in advance what may happen in the future, we must first destroy the enemy."

He walked forward to get out of the future, but the pictures continued to evolve behind him, and there was a mysterious aura that wanted to pull him into those pictures again.

"roll!"

Lin Fan turned sideways and punched out, but the punch mark suddenly solidified.

Lin Fan's hair stood on end, what did he see?

The coffin was revealed, and he actually pushed the coffin into it.

Is he laughing?

But why are there clearly blood and tears flowing in his eyes?

Is he crying?
Chapter completed!