There is nothing, except for him, there is a portrait, nothing else.

"I seem to have lost my mind again and entered a state of tyrannical madness. Have I been arrested?" He Tiandou tried hard to recall everything before he fell into a coma, and slowly understood what was going on now.

While thinking, he subconsciously touched the cold and radiant wall, and instinctively wanted to test the hardness of the wall.

wrong

Suddenly, he remembered something and looked at the portrait that had just passed by.

The portrait is a personal avatar, surrounded by golden holy light, similar to the avatar of the supreme leader He Tiandou has ever seen on earth.

That is, when he saw this portrait, He Tiandou stood there like a lightning strike on the spot, his mouth slightly opened and could no longer close.

That portrait, no, is the person in the portrait, he has seen it

It was the one he saw when he got "the golden rope used to string together the Mysterious Record of Martial God" he got in Qingyun Villa and was trapped in the illusion - the emperor who unified the entire prosperous Tang Dynasty continent and became the Supreme Imperial Court.

"Why did they put the portrait of the emperor here, especially with such solemn specifications, did the emperor be the leader of this world before?" Assuming this, a storm caused in He Tiandou's heart.
Chapter completed!