A deserted and barren Gobi, full of red color.

An undecent wolf demon was tying bone-made shoulder armor for the best junior in the clan, and then handed a curved bone blade to him.

"You are the most outstanding junior in my clan."

"This Moon-Devouring Demon Blade has followed your great-great-grandfather to kill a congenital demon. This time you go to war with senior Guan Chao, you must not lose the reputation of your great-great-grandfather, and you must not lose the reputation of this demon blade."

"remember."

After hesitating for a while, the old wolf demon finally instructed: "My Moon-Devouring Demon Wolf clan, I will never stop roaring before biting the enemy's throat!"

The young wolf demon had a solemn face.

Gently lifting the bone blade, he drew a wound in his palm, and then applied blood to his eyebrows, outlining a special rune totem - this is the most solemn vow of the Moon-Devouring Demon Wolf clan.

"I've written it down!"

The cold light of the bone blade flashed slightly, reflecting a slightly immature but determined face!

...

The screen changes again.

On an empty field, a towering ancient tree swayed in the wind. I don’t know how many years this tree has existed. The leaves have withered yellow, most of the branches are missing, and even the twisted rhizomes have rotted more than 90%. Life is like a candle in the wind, as if it is about to come to an end.

Under the ancient tree.

The spiritual army was arranged neatly, both men and women, with a strong face and a look of death.

"Grandpa Tree."

A spirit girl with crystal stones on her eyebrows walked forward gently, tiptoed to touch the ancient tree, and said softly: "Grandpa Shu, we will go to war with Senior Guan Chao tomorrow. If we win, can we engrave our names on you?"

"Why do you need to engrave a name?"

The tree canopy shook gently, and an old and kind, but faintly painful voice rang out: "After this battle, your appearance will always be in my annual rings."

In a quiet moment.

A piece of leaves with golden patterns slowly fell, falling in front of the girl, imprinted on her armor, and turned into a strange rune mark.

...

A paragraph.

Scenes one by one.

Countless fragments of memory poured into the sea of ​​consciousness like a galaxy, and the incomplete pictures kept hitting Gu Han's mind like a torrent.

He saw the young man in the human race bathing blood all over his body, holding a bronze sword in his hand, chopping off the heads of countless innate tribes, smashing the warships of the innate tribes, but were shot into a sieve by the golden feathers in the sky; he saw the young man in the spirit race burning the crystals between his eyebrows, turning into the original spark, igniting the eternal temple that the gods were proud of; he saw the veteran giants wrapped in chains roaring into the enemy formation, and used his last strength to slam the head of the demon commander; he saw the young man in the wolf demon, still bit the neck of a innate monster, burning everything, and burning all the jades...

Until the end.

A series of great powers suddenly emerged, turning into bloody thunder that penetrated the sky, covering up the scenes of tragedy, drowning out the blood rain after pieces of residual limbs, burying unknown ancient history... completely turning into a dark and nothingness.

In the darkness.

A small path is floating, but only three feet wide, winding forward, and I don’t know where to go.

On the path, there were densely packed figures, and the number was so large that it was hard to count.

Among these people.

Gu Han saw the young man holding a bronze sword, the young man holding the moon-eating demon blade, the girl with crystals on his eyebrows, and the old man roaring giants...

Maybe it's too many.

Or maybe it's too heavy.

Although this path is very long, it is a bit overwhelmed. Invisible cracks are spread all over it, as if it may break or collapse at any time!

A faint sigh.

Gu Han withdrew his fingers and looked at the mummy standing there blankly, knowing everything completely.

Strictly speaking.

The reason why this mummy gave him a feeling that he was clearly dead but still alive was because the other party was not actually alone, but similar to the way of the sewing monsters existed, and it was the manifestation of the obsession of the true spirit of the millions of expedition troops!

As for that path.

This is a path that these million heroes have forcibly opened up.

A special endless road!

A special way home!

At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to repeat the mummy's mouth that was too far and too heavy.

Too far.

It can be traced back hundreds of years.

Too heavy.

It is just because although millions of heroic spirits have gathered, such a small path cannot bear so many true spirit obsessions.

What is the farthest distance in the world?

Regarding this question.

He suddenly had a new understanding.

In his opinion, the farthest road is not the distance between the world, the infinite stars, nor the sky is the vast sky, but the distant distance of family affection, the long expectation of longevity, the untouchableness of love, the eternal isolation of life and death, and the loneliness and regret that clearly know where home is, but can never return.

"Understood."

As the thoughts were turning, there seemed to be traces of more than a hundred epochs flowing, but in reality it only took a moment. He looked at the mummy and whispered: "You asked me before, what is missing in my endless road. I said it doesn't matter, but it's not... I just didn't understand."

"Now I understand."

With a stern face, he looked at the mummy and said seriously: "I know what Wuya I want."

"It's...what..."

The mummy spoke again and asked the same question.

Gu Han didn't answer.

But I already had the answer in my heart.

I want family affection to be reached, hope that there will be a time, love can be followed, life and death can be overcome!

I want!

The heroic spirit returns home!

"Brother..."

Mu Xinghe was confused when he heard this and couldn't help asking, "What do you understand?"

“His home is indeed far away.”

Gu Han looked at the mummy and sighed: "Even if it takes another hundred years, he will not be able to go back."

only……

Having said that.

He changed his subject and said seriously: "I can send you back."

"What……"

The mummy seemed to have not heard it clearly, and seemed to be unable to believe it. Five dark holes were facing him. Although the voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, it trembled slightly.

"I said."

Gu Han repeated again, "I'll send you to you home."

Gu Tian and the other two were stunned.

There is obviously only one in front of you, where did you come from?

"How............Send..."

Not only him.

Even Gu Tian and the other two were confused.

Since his home is so far away, he can't go back after another hundred years, how can you give it? What can you give it to?

"You don't have to worry about this."
Chapter completed!