Chapter 1071

In the deep universe without light or color, endless dust floated.

These dust particles were of different shapes and sizes.

The small ones were invisible, the large ones were like land, and there was no breath of any living creature on them, just drifting lonely in the universe, wandering alone, quietly waiting for the erosion of time.

But it was not always that quiet.

Occasionally, lucky ones would be pulled into a star when passing by, and finally land and return to their roots, dust to dust, earth to earth.

Within this endless dust, a thousand-foot giant floated quietly.

The sense of death was no different from other dust, but apart from that, a layer of faint cyan-white light flame extended up and down like tree branches, protecting its whole body.

This flame was very dim, and it seemed that just covering the giant was already exhausting all its strength, and it could no longer do anything else.

Suddenly!

The cyan-white light flame seemed to notice something and trembled violently.

In the extremely distant place, a light flashed and disappeared.

Following closely, there were inexplicable forces, rolling in like a tide.

Wherever it passed, dust was swept into it, with no power to fight back.

These star fragments and rock mineral lands mixed in, causing constant collisions, and the fragile ones turned into powder one after another.

The giant was also among them.

Its body was indestructible, but anything that approached was destroyed.

But the time for the tide to surge was too long, and under constant collisions, the body of the giant, which had no consciousness, gradually became broken.

The cyan-white flame that covered its whole body could only protect some key parts in the end.

In this cosmic drift, time had no meaning.

No matter how eternal an existence is, it will eventually be worn away.

Even if the giant's body was incomparably strong, even if it had cyan-white flames to protect its body, it was only a matter of time before it perished under the constantly surging cosmic tide.

Suddenly!

A gray light rose on the broken body of the giant.

This gray light came abruptly, but it seemed to have existed for a long time.

It gradually changed its shape and finally turned into a gray butterfly.

If the giant's consciousness were clear, the moment it saw this gray butterfly, it would understand its essence, which was the power of the tribulation gu left by a certain god monarch back then.

At this moment, the gray butterfly seemed to realize something and flapped its wings hard.

As the butterfly's wings flapped, the cosmic tide rolling forward actually produced an inexplicable deviation.

In the end, the gray butterfly disappeared completely, and the giant was also pushed to an unknown place under the surging tide.

Misfortune is where fortune lies, fortune is where misfortune lies.

Within the death tribulation, there is new life!

In a chaos, there was suddenly golden waves rippling.

Subsequently, thoughts as numerous as the sands of the Ganges came one after another.

Colliding with each other, it was like a star explosion, bringing an incomparably violent impact.

"Ugh..."

A painful muffled groan sounded clearly in the small room.

On a bed made of bricks and wood, a man lay on it.

If one looked closely, one could find that the eyeballs under his eyelids were constantly trembling, and painful low groans accompanied him.

Suddenly!

His eyes opened sharply, revealing a pair of majestic, unfathomable, and deep eyes.

"Hoo!"

After his eyes opened, the turbid energy accumulated in his body was also exhaled sharply.

But just this one action seemed to affect every part of the man's body, and countless intense pains came from every corner of his body.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have fainted.

But the man's willpower to endure pain far exceeded anyone else's; he only had large beads of sweat seeping out on his face, but he did not cry out in pain again.

He just lay quietly on the wooden stone bed, looking at the low ceiling with his eyes open.

His eyes were motionless, as if he were in a daze, or as if he were thinking.

Time passed constantly, and the light sprinkled through the cracks in the roof became dimmer and dimmer.

Rumble!

An abrupt thunder sounded from outside.

This thunder seemed to wake the man up, and his brows subconsciously furrowed.

In this thunder, there was a kind of unfathomable awe, which was completely different from any thunder sound he had ever heard before.

It seemed that any living creature had to submit to it, and if they dared to touch it, they would surely be destroyed in body and soul!

The man had to be glad that he had not released his spiritual sense, otherwise, just one thunder sound might have shattered his soul.

But what made him even more bitter was that he was not lucky enough not to release his spiritual sense, but that it couldn't spread out at all.

That majestic soul, like a prison, seemed to be sealed and couldn't be mobilized at all.

Having no choice, the man had to move his eyes with difficulty and look around.

A low ceiling with cracks, walls built of broken wooden boards, a table made of a stone, a chain hanging down in the center of the room, some tools like sickles and hoes in the corner... finally, the cold and hard wooden stone bed he was lying on and the quilt with a special fragrance covering him.

Everything was simple and clear at a glance.

And just the simple action of observing the surroundings seemed to have exhausted all the man's energy.

When he withdrew his gaze, he could already hear the torrential rain outside.

And inside the room, there was also a rustling rain sound.

Drip!

Drip!

Under the torrential rain, the rainwater gathered into a stream, and some raindrops dripped into the room along the cracks in the roof.

For a time, a dark and damp feeling emerged spontaneously.

The man felt all this quietly, and there was even a hint of bitterness in the corners of his mouth.

In his life, even at his most difficult times, he seemed to have never fallen into such an embarrassing situation, right?

And all this was bestowed by that person!

"Demon..."

The monstrous hatred was stuck in his mouth, which was difficult to open.

At this time for him, even speaking seemed so difficult.

The man's eyes slowly closed.

Just at this moment, in the great rain outside, hurried footsteps came.

Subsequently, there was the constant clashing of metal, as if one could see the flustered scene of the person opening the door.

Clatter!

As the door lock fell, the wooden door was pushed open.

The light flashed and disappeared, and the wooden door closed again in an instant.

A figure entered the room, making shivering sounds in his mouth.

"So cold, so cold!"

As soon as she entered the room, she put down the things in her hands and went to the center of the room.

It seemed she had touched something, and a cry of pain came, along with the sound of chains shaking slightly.

Sss...

A warmth, along with the rising flames, gradually spread.

Then there was the rustling sound of taking off clothes, and the sound of taking water to wipe the body.

When this person entered the room, all kinds of sounds rang out constantly, but they were very slight, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Later, as the fragrance of rice filled the air, it finally dispelled the uncomfortable cold and damp feeling in the room.

"Time to eat!"

As if talking to herself, or as if greeting someone, she carried a bowl and sat on the edge of the bed.

She scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it to the man on the bed.

Just at this moment, a pair of eyes slowly opened, staring quietly at the other party.

This scene was caught off guard.

The woman was startled, the porridge in the spoon slipped and spilled on the man's mouth.

The woman was extremely flustered, and hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe the man's mouth.

While wiping, she asked: "You're awake? When did you wake up? What's your name? Did it burn you?..."

A series of questions followed one after another, and the only answer to her was the hoarse sound from the man's throat like sandpaper rubbing.

"Luo... Chen."