Chapter 1073

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; they just drifted in the universe like that, wandering lonely, quietly waiting for the wear and tear of time.

But it wasn't always that quiet.

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

Within this endless dust, there was a thousand-foot giant floating quietly.

The sense of death was no different from other dust, but besides that, a faint cyan-white light flame extended up and down like tree branches, protecting it all around.

This flame was very dim, and it seemed that just covering the giant had already exhausted all its strength, and it couldn't 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 waves of inexplicable power rolling in like a tide.

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

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

That giant was also among them.

Its body was indestructible, but anyone who approached it would be destroyed.

But the time of the tide's surging was too long, and under constant collisions, the giant's body, which had no consciousness, gradually became dilapidated.

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

In this cosmic drifting, time has no meaning.

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

Even if the giant's body is incomparably strong, even if it is protected by cyan-white flames, under the constant surging cosmic tide, distance to extinction is just a matter of time.

Suddenly!

On the dilapidated giant's body, a gray light rose.

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

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

If the giant was conscious, 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 rolling cosmic tide 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 depends on blessing, blessing depends on misfortune.

Within the death tribulation, there is new life!

In a chaos, there were golden waves rippling.

Then, there were thoughts as numerous as the sands of the Ganges coming one after another.

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

"Ugh..."

A painful muffled groan rang out clearly in the small room.

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

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

Suddenly!

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

"Hoo!"

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes didn't move, as if he was in a daze, or as if he was thinking.

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

Boom!

An abrupt thunder sounded rumblingly from outside.

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

In this thunder, there was an immeasurable, terrifying power, completely different from any thunder sound he had ever heard.

It seemed that all living creatures had to submit under it; daring to touch it would surely lead to the destruction of both body and soul!

The man had to be glad that he didn't release his divine sense, otherwise, just one thunder sound might have shattered his soul.

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

That majestic soul, like power and 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.

Low roof with cracks, walls made 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, 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 in the room, there was also a rustling rain sound.

Drip!

Drip!

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

For a time, a dark and humid feeling arose spontaneously.

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

In his life, even at his most difficult times, it seemed he had 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 moment, for him, even speaking seemed so difficult.

The man's eyes closed slowly.

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

Then, there was the sound of constant metal collisions, 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.

"So cold, so cold!"

Once inside, the person hurriedly put down the things in their hands and went to the center of the room.

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

Sss...

A warmth, with the rising flame, gradually spread.

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

After 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 permeated, it finally dispelled the uncomfortable, cold, and humid feeling in the room.

"Time to eat!"

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

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

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

This scene was caught off guard.

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

The woman was flustered, and hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe the corner of 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 was the hoarse sound from the man's throat, like sandpaper rubbing.

"Luo... Chen."