When he woke up again, Zhao Aotian was surprised to find that he was already in a strange world.

On the blood-red earth, magma is covered with stars like blood vessels.

The sky filled with smoke was disgusting like a torn rag, without the clear blue it should have.

The hot wind stings the face.

There is a smell of copper rust in the air.

Looking at the strange scene around him in a daze, Zhao Aotian remembered the scene where he was penetrated by Zheng Kun.

"Am I dead?" Zhao Aotian was at a loss: "Is this... hell?"

Not clear.

Just like being teleported to an alien planet, Zhao Aotian was the only one left in the whole world, and no one responded to his doubts.

He walked aimlessly on the earth covered with fire.

The hot lava burned every cell and stinged the whole body.

But Zhao Aotian did not stop.

Instinct drives him to move forward and should not stop.

Where is this?

In this lonely world, fighting spirit and magic seem to have all failed.

As strong as Zhao Aotian, he was exhausted after walking for an hour.

Kneel on the ground with a thud.

The drowsy feeling made him want to grab a handful of magma to wash his face so that he could wake up.

"Can't you hold on?"

A sound suddenly sounded behind him.

"who?!"

Zhao Aotian turned around with a trembling heart.

But before he could get into the state, the smile that had already blurred in his memory left Zhao Aotian in place.

Tears surged out like springs.

"Grandpa...grandpa?"

Suddenly appearing behind him was an elderly man shrouded in a white halo.

The old man is in his 80s but stands tall like a pine tree, and his eyebrows exudes a strong spirit.

If you had not struggled on the battlefield for a lifetime, you would never have had such momentum.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Zhao Aotian was excited to go up and hug him.

However, it went straight through his body.

"Grandpa, is this?"

"Aotian, you don't belong here."

Zhao Tianxiang had a familiar kindness on his face.

That was the most missed scene for Zhao Aotian.

Zhao Tianxiang smiled and said, "Aotian, I ask you, why are you here?"

This question made Zhao Aotian confused: "I...I was killed by Zheng Kun, and I was here when I woke up, and I don't know..."

"No, no." Zhao Tianxiang shook his head in disappointment: "What I asked is why you appeared here."

"Grandpa, I...I can't understand what you are talking about?"

Zhao Tianxiang walked up to him, gently stretched out his hand, gently stroked his cheek, and turned his words:

"Aotian, you have grown up."

The six simple words instantly broke Zhao Aotian's psychological defense line.

This man who will not shed a single tear even after his broken hands and feet is now crying like rain.

It was obvious that the hand did not really touch me, but it was as warm as if it was really held in the palm of my grandfather.

"Grandpa...I miss you so much, grandpa...I miss you so much, grandpa...I thought I would never see you again."

Zhao Aotian knelt on the ground in tears.

Perhaps only in front of grandpa can Zhao Aotian show a soft part of his heart.

Facing Zhao Aotian who was crying like rain, Zhao Tianxiang smiled gently.

"Grandpa knows that all you are in the human world are watching. Thank you for your hard work, but...

You are worthy of being my grandson, you did a good job.”

"Grandpa~"

Maybe Zhao Aotian’s achievements are beyond the reach of Zhao Tianxiang in his life, but no matter what, grandpa is grandpa.

In Zhao Aotian's mind, Zhao Tianxiang is his grandfather whom he deserves to rely on.

"So Aotian, what exactly did you come here for?"

Zhao Tianxiang's third question gave Zhao Aotian a little enlightenment.

"Grandpa, I..."

"Aotian."

He was about to speak, but he didn't expect a sound to sound behind him again.

Zhao Aotian was very familiar with this voice.

"His Majesty?!"

I suddenly turned around and saw that Situ Zhou was standing behind me.

"Your Majesty, why do you..."

"Tianxiang is here, what do you think?" Situ Zhou no longer had his sick look like before.

He stepped forward and squatted beside Zhao Aotian: "You have become stronger."

These four words made Zhao Aotian lower his head with some guilt: "No, it's not strong enough."

Situ Zhou glanced at Zhao Aotian peacefully: "Aotian, it doesn't matter whether he is strong or not."

"If you are not strong, how can you protect me?"

"No, you were wrong."

Situ Zhou shook his head and taught like a teacher: "Man is not protected because he is powerful.

But it is because of a heart that wants to protect, so it is strong.”

"The guardian heart?"

"And, it is the heart of humanity that we talk about."

Looking up at the sky, the dirty sky seemed to have become a little clearer under Situ Zhou's gaze.

He said: "The greatest thing about human beings is that we are not like beasts, we only think about ourselves.

We will fight for the people we love and affairs, and sacrifice our lives for our own principles.

I never believe that humans are controlled by demons. Demons need humans to stabilize the world, so they can base themselves on this kind of nonsense.

I only believe in humans. No matter how powerful the opponent is, they will never surrender. Maybe we humans are not the most powerful, but they must be the greatest creatures.

This is the heart of man.”

"Human heart."

Zhao Aotian lowered his head and looked at his chest.

You can feel that the skilled person's heart taken out of the Dungeon of Rodinia is now beating in your chest and following your heart.

"Aotian."

The cold voice of the moon pulled Zhao Aotian out of contemplation.

He raised his head and to the right, Xiao Chihuo walked over with a spring breeze-like smile.

"Xiao Xiao?"

"Aotian."

She squatted down and looked at the man in front of her affectionately.

After a long time, she said, "We are all people who have passed away and are no longer in the same world as you."

Isn’t there something more worthwhile waiting for you to do than remembrance?”
To be continued...