When Helfas walked out of the Black Iron Dragon Palace, he looked a little dazed.

He met a dark and cruel person, and also met a crazy and cold person.

What makes people feel weird is that he actually heard a strong desire for hope in the darkness and cruelty. That crazy and cold person finally gave the world a ray of unprecedented warmth.

He slowly walked down the stairs and finally said with some hesitation.

"Humanity and weirdness, man and dragon!"

"If you can suppress them, they are the foundation of civilization."

"If we can't suppress them, they will be a disaster that will destroy civilization."

"We lit fires in the darkness and danced barefoot on fire and coals."

The weirdness has brought despair to the dragon people for generations, but the sealed objects they turned into have become the foundation of this civilization, and countless demon hunters walked forward holding candles.

They brought dragon professionals to become the cornerstone, but they would also become the source of destruction.

People in this world always seem to be unable to have both worlds.

They are like a mason who is always tearing down the east wall to fill in the east wall, repeating the process of constantly paying the price to get something, giving up something again and again, and then waiting until one day to pick it up again.

Helfas looked into the distance, he was thinking at this moment.

"The story I started, how long will it last?"

he thinks.

You will eventually reach the end one day.

No matter how much he doesn't want to, it should be over!

If he is truly immortal, then one day he will see everything he has worked hard to create dissipate into nothingness, see the causes he planted, the fruits he produced, and the endless cycle of cause and effect.

You will see yourself being unable to have it both ways again and again, and eventually heading towards the point of no return.

At that time, will he regret starting this story and the choices he made?

but.

As he walked down the stairs step by step, his eyes gradually looked at this beautiful and prosperous city, and the desolation that existed here hundreds of years ago gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

He felt a little relieved again.

He smiled and said: "Let's talk about the future things later!"

At least, it looks so beautiful at the moment.

All the hard work and pain, the costs and trade-offs, seem to be worth it so far.

Just now, he saw part of the past of the first Full Moon King Fapu through his psychic abilities, especially what he finally did against the brain demon.

The Brain Demon is a monster that has fallen from the fourth level, but it retains some of the abilities that only the fourth level possesses.

If the first three levels of the original person's career path relied on blood to inherit strength, then the fourth-level brain demon broke the inherent boundary of blood inheritance and could inherit thoughts.

You can imprint your thoughts into your bloodline, and as the genetic descendants reach a certain threshold, you will be completely resurrected in this descendant.

It's not some inheritance of talent or power, but the resurrection of thoughts and personality together.

The ethnic group with your bloodline naturally has an absolute bond with you. They will continue to inherit your former power, awaken the talents you once possessed, and become the foundation for your continuous resurrection.

At this point, one can be said to be the leader of an ethnic group or race.

The brain demon has fallen from the fourth level, and naturally no longer has the status of the master of the race, but it still has the incomplete power to carry out the genetic rebirth of thoughts.

It's just that the Brain Demon is a weirdo. He has neither wisdom nor thought. He has no use for this power at all, and he doesn't know how to use it.

And Fapu did not inherit the basis of its power, that special bloodline.

So he did one last thing.

Instead of letting the brain demon simply copy his own brain, he will instill all his memories and personality directly into the core body of the brain demon, that special mark, the residual power of the fourth level.

If one day the brain demon resurrects and even possesses wisdom, then a brain demon named Fapu may be born.

After sighing, Helfas felt that Fapu was taking it for granted.

"Is it that simple? It feels very risky!"

"How does everything go smoothly?"

"How can you be sure that the resurrected weirdo will do what you want?"

However, compared to the special power possessed by the brain demon, Helfas was more concerned about that special mark.

"That mark?"

"What on earth is it?"

Helfas sat on the steps, thinking quietly.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"Mark?"

—

Black Iron Dragon Heriban and Mir followed Helfas and walked towards the depths of the Gate of the Earth. They had no idea what the Black King wanted to do, they just felt confused.

However, the Black King was willing to lead them both to the temple, and they were still very happy and looking forward to it.

They have been with this temple and studied the secrets inside for several generations, but their understanding of the secrets is still just a drop in the ocean. They have long hoped that the Black King can lead them to completely unlock it. The mystery within.

"Buzz buzz."

The two dragon professionals used great strength and auxiliary tools to push open the huge and heavy temple door. The door and the bottom rubbed against each other, making a harsh and roaring sound.

Helfas came to the Gate of the Earth Temple. In the main hall deep inside, he asked Herri to tear off the cloth covering the wall, revealing the strange patterns that were covered.

Helfas looked around and could see ten vague marks on the wall.

A long time ago, he felt that these ten marks represented something.

"What do you think this is?"

Helfas looked at Heriban and Mir, but they didn't dare to look at them at all, they just lowered their heads.

But they obviously knew what was on the wall, they had probably seen it, but they just didn't dare to look at it for too long.

Realizing that Helfas was looking at him, Heriban said, "I don't know what it is, but after looking at it for a long time, I can always hear some strange noises."

Mi'er also said: "And sometimes I feel like I am not like myself, and there seems to be another self or another life form coming out of my body. Many things here have such characteristics, even if they have been in contact for a long time, People will become like beasts with only instincts, disappear directly, or become weird again."

It has to be said that the two of them have studied the secrets here, and have even tasted the extreme dangers involved.

Helfas nodded. He actually felt the same way and had heard that voice many times.

But unlike ordinary people, who would go crazy if they listened to it for a long time and suffer all kinds of backlash, he could always pull himself back from the edge.

But other than that, there wasn’t much gain.

Perhaps, only by falling completely into madness can we experience more things.

Helfas said: "On this land, only the temple has such incredible power. Since it is said that this place is related to gods, maybe the power of gods has this characteristic. It cannot be looked directly at, cannot be touched, and cannot be thought about. .”

Hriban and Mier nodded. They had actually made this guess. What these powers represented were gods that were beyond the knowledge of mortals.

But at this moment Helfas came up with another idea: "You said that these marks are a symbol of gods or even ten powerful beings that are beyond gods. They may also be descriptions of ten career paths."

In the former case, they had thought that behind these marks there might be some extremely powerful beings, most likely the so-called gods.

But for the latter, this was the first time that Mil heard this discussion: "Ten roads?"

Hriban thought thoughtfully: "The demon hunters of the Sealed Artifact Round Tower always say that the weirdness in this world is divided into different types and groups. Is this true?"

Helfas: "It should be true. The dragons and the paths of the original people mentioned by the demons should be two of them. But if we look at the ten marks in the temple, there are eight more. We didn't find it."

Helfas looked at the mysterious marks on the wall: "Perhaps all the weird supernatural powers in this world originate from these ten incredibly powerful beings. They are very powerful, so powerful that they exceed our imagination, and even exceed Our knowledge of God.”

Khriban asked again: "If they are gods, why do they never appear?"

Mil: "Perhaps they all live in the kingdom of the gods?"

In fact, Hriban and Mir always thought that maybe the Black King in front of them was also a god, but it seemed that he had forgotten everything.

In fact, in many people's concepts and imaginations, God may be someone like Helfas.

Helfas turned his head: "Why do you say they never appear? Maybe they appear in front of us all the time but we can't see them at all."

Brother Hriban and Mir looked at each other and laughed together. They never thought that one day the Black King would ask such a question.

“Isn’t it a paradox that they are in front of us all the time but we cannot see them?”

Helfas asked, "Have you ever seen the full moon?"

Hriban and Mir immediately said: "You can't look at it. If you look directly at it, it will gradually disappear."

Helfas: "Don't it feel very similar to the power characteristics of these marks?"

He said: "We can't find the power of a temple anywhere else on the earth, but there is another huge celestial body in the sky that exudes similar power. Does this mean?"

"Perhaps the moon in the sky is the one represented by this mark?"

"It means that the existences symbolized by these marks are huge. They are even part of the world we know. They are so huge that even if they are around us, we cannot usually touch them, just like the moon only hangs low when it is full. Only when we come down can we get a glimpse of His secrets.”

This is also one of the basis for his judgment.

Helfas continued: "The weird things we can see are all kinds of strange things. They can turn into the wind we breathe, turn into islands, turn into rivers, raindrops and thunder storms, and even turn into this thing we can see." Scenes of the world.”

"What about gods? What can they turn into?"

When Helfas said this, Heriban and Mil fell into deep thought. When they changed their reaction, they immediately said excitedly.

"So what do you mean?"

"It's not that we can't see God, but is it because God's form is too big?"

"The external characteristics of God's power are some incredible natural phenomena that we see, but we just can't understand them?"

Helfas's idea was bolder, he said.

"Why can't we think bigger and think that we are actually living in the body of God?"

"This world may be God himself."

Hriban and Mir stopped talking.

Because the answer is so surprising, even creepy.

Helfas saw that both of them were afraid to speak, so he made a summary of this conjecture.

"I don't know, but it's just a guess based on the power of the temple, the seal, and the full moon in the sky."

"The specific truth and secrets behind this world still need to be discovered little by little."

Having said so much, the topic finally returned to Helfas's main purpose.

At this time, Helfas took out a booklet with a rough description of the mark possessed by the brain demon.

"I came here today and mentioned this mark because I found that the mark of the brain demon seems to have some similarities with the mark here."

Hriban and Mier came over and stared at each other for a long time.

Hriban finally raised his head: "Lord Helfas, it doesn't have that feeling."

Mi'er also nodded: "No matter how you look at it, it is more like an ordinary mark, without any mysterious power attached."

Helfas nodded: "That's because it comes from a former fourth-level weirdness, not from an incredible existence like the moon, so it is described directly and generally without the power of the temple, but in It can work for certain people and situations.”

"So I think it is most likely a primary form of this mark, or a simplified form."

"It may be the key for professionals to enter the fourth level, or even the core for embarking on a higher path."

Starting from Bronze Dragon King Saren, everyone has been looking for the power to break through the third level or above, but so far no one has successfully found the answer.

Everyone believes that the accumulation of divine blood and reincarnation is the most critical thing, and the reason for not being able to break through is because the accumulation is not enough.

But after Herfas came this time, it was obvious that the accumulation of divine blood was of course crucial, but it was not everything. It was obvious that other key things were needed to enter the fourth level.

Helfas walked forward with the book and began to compare the ten marks.

He compared them very carefully, looking at them one after another.

Until he stopped in front of one of them.

He held the book in his hand high, trying to find the common ground between the two in the vague imprint.

Looking at it, vaguely.

He seemed to vaguely see a perfect god-shaped symbol in the lines, and then he heard the prayers and shouts of countless people, but they disappeared in an instant.

The vision disappeared, and there was only a vague mark in front of him.

He shook his head, stood up straight and still looked up.

Helfas suddenly said: "It seems somewhat similar?"

However, compared to the vague mark in the temple, the mark on Helfas's hand does not have that grand, mysterious and ancient feeling at all.

If that mark represents a world, then this mark represents the same stones that make up the world, much simpler and incomplete.

But a smile gradually appeared on Helfas's face, and he thought he had found the right direction.

"Ten marks."

"Ten paths."

"The form of God?"

He was thinking.

"Could this be related to me? Can you unlock the secrets about me?"

—

Next, Helfas has been studying the secrets about the brain demon mark.

He wanted to find the answer to the fourth level, and he also looked forward to unlocking his own secrets if he continued on this path.

He summoned the demon hunters from the Sealed Artifact Round Tower, as well as a group of dragon professionals, and even found a few primitive professionals who took refuge in him.

Helfas asked these people to take charge of different tasks to jointly promote this huge project leading to the fourth level, but most of them didn't even know what they were studying.

but.

Even if all the talents and power accumulated in the world are exhausted, it seems that there will be no immediate gains.

Some things don't require many people to find the answer.

It takes genius and even some luck.

But while researching the fourth-level power, Helfas and the people from the Sealed Artifact Round Tower also compiled a book.

The name is called.

"The Ten Paths of Life".

They finally implemented their previous conjectures gradually and tried to place all the known ordinary weirdness and the most common sealed objects in this world into ten paths to distinguish their differences; of course there is no such thing in the book. What is recorded about the ten marks or the true nature of this world? It just means that all weirdness can be roughly divided into ten different paths and classifications.

It's crude, even immature.

Although it cannot directly guide a person to possess powerful power, it can also guide a professional or a demon hunter on how to move higher step by step, or how to strengthen his sealed objects. UU read www.uukanshu． com

But it redefines the world in a sense and interprets the framework of extraordinary power.

Starting from this day.

The road to transcendence is finally no longer scattered and unsystematic; it will be a foundational work leading to the end of life's power.

The sealed object round tower of Helfas City.

Helfas picked up the book, had it taken to be printed, and stored in the sealed round towers of all cities.

Helfas: "It is like a map of the world, which will let the new generation of demon hunters and professionals know the vastness of the extraordinary world."

Hriban was also a little excited because he participated in the editing: "It is a great book."

Mier muttered softly: "But we still don't know how vast the world is, and there is no world map." (End of Chapter)

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