The strong are lonely because they are always ahead of everyone.

He stood at the highest peak of the world and looked at the vast world. People looked up to him, respected him, and feared him, but no one dared to approach because they feared the power of God.

This is the greatest sorrow of the strong.

And! Now the curse of this strong man has begun to come true.

If Luo Feng goes to the first secret realm, he will be limited by many rules because of the vast majority of people and cannot appear at will, and will become the next ancestor of the Ji family who will be difficult to help his family.

He asked himself, if he was like the ancestor of the Ji family, he would be separated from the world, and he would be hundreds of years, thousands of years, and thousands of years, would the faces that appeared in his life in the past remain alive?

Late at night, Li Qingshan came to Luo Feng, lit a cigarette, looked at the battlefield in the distance that turned into scorched earth without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Luo Feng took a deep breath of cigarette and looked at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan glanced at Luo Feng indifferently, "I know what you want to say."

"Do you remember what I told you before? Your future is in endless darkness, and the strong are lonely. You should have thought of this a long time ago."

"In the past, you had no choice, you had to move forward because you had to protect your family around you, but now you are standing in a higher position, and you have more people to protect, and you still have no choice."

Li Qingshan stretched his waist, looked through the world and sighed, "This is how people are. Some people drive forward with desire, while others are because of their sense of responsibility and mission, but in fact they are the same, and they will end up in vain."

"We cannot grasp too many things and decide whether we can't grasp them or make decisions. Just like the sand in our hands, the tighter we grab them, the more we lose."

"Do you remember what the Master of God told you?"

Luo Feng nodded, "I didn't dare to forget. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"I have reminded you before that you have no way back now. Luo Feng, now you are no longer your decision, but your destiny."

"Is that true?" Luo Feng murmured, "Recalling the past ten years, we have been bumpy all the way, and now we have grown up, but we seem to be becoming more and more lonely and more bored."

"So this is human nature. It's not like the pig's feet in the book, fighting all the way, are you really not feeling it?"

He patted Luo Feng on the shoulder and said, "Go forward and let it go."

Luo Feng nodded and said no more.

In the following time, Luo Feng began to go into seclusion.

Start to attack the Hundred Nebula Warriors.

During this period, the order of the second secret realm began to recover slowly, and Qingyi also recovered as before, jumping around and occasionally came outside the Golden Sacred Mountain to chat with Luo Feng with his face.

At this moment, Qing Yi felt so lonely in that world of golden mist.

She used to think that was still something that the emperor envied, and only the pride of the emperor could go there.

After experiencing the separation of life and death, Qingyi seemed to have seen it out.

Cherish the present and enjoy life is what she should do the most.

"Brother, I can still choose my own life. What about you? I heard that you have experienced many hardships in the new world and have been wandering all the way to this day. Can you choose your own life at that time?"

It turns out that some geniuses are not as dazzling as everyone looks on the surface, but behind them are scars and tears that ordinary people don’t know about.

A year passed by...

Luo Feng had forgotten the passage of time. He kept igniting the stars in his hesitation and pain. As he continued to approach the Baixing Cloud's cultivation level, he became increasingly resistant.

At night, Luo Feng disappeared from the Golden Sacred Mountain, and he appeared in the Heaven and Earth Taoist Temple and secretly met the ancestor Zhang Daoling.

"Congratulations, Luo Feng, has reached the Hundred Nebula, and the speed of progress exceeds that of the heavens, which is really against the will of heaven."

However, Luo Feng did not have any happy expressions on his face, but heavier.

"Can I ask you to do a favor?"

"Now you are no more enemies in the Nebula World, comparable to the legendary ancestor Qi Emperor when he was young. Are you busy asking me for help?"

"Um."

Zhang Daoling looked at Luo Feng and nodded, "Speak, what do you want me to do for you."

"The existence of the Heaven and Earth Dojo exists in every corner, and it is also the origin of all voids. I want you to secretly take me out of the Second Secret Realm for a while."

"Why?" Zhang Daoling was puzzled, "Isn't this a good practice?"

"Actually, I can break through the Hundred Nebula long ago, but I still feel unwilling to give up. I want to go and confirm it."

"You miss home," Zhang Daoling saw it at a glance, and smiled at the beard, "It's not impossible to send you out, but Luo Feng, you have figured it out clearly. The more you are indecisive, the more painful it will be to move forward in the future."

"That is not pain for me, but the meaning of my existence," Luo Feng's mouth kept rising, "I miss home. It's been four years since I came out. I want to know how Master and the others are."

"Okay, then you go."

Open the passage ahead, and that is the road to that mountain village.

"Thank you," Luo Feng bowed deeply and turned away.

Walking out of the void tunnel, a cool and free mountain stream breeze blows over me.

There was a strange and familiar road ahead, and at the end of the road was the home where he once grew up.

The moonlight fell on the road that had turned from mud to concrete, and it looked very bright like salt.

But Luo Feng paused at this moment, as if he was afraid of something.

After hesitating for a moment, he hid his breath like a thief, walked through the mountain road that he had walked countless times, and finally appeared in front of the thatched hut that was so familiar that he could not be more familiar with.

The mud is shrunk, the old dog barking in the middle of the night and the coughing sound of the hunched old man in the room.

"Who?" the old madman's voice.

When he opened the door, the old madman did not notice any breath.

The old dog at the door that was so old that it could not be old was picked up by Luo Feng when he was young and has lived to this day.

The old dog kept barking at the outside of the fence, as if it had smelled something.

The old madman looked at the empty person in the distance and seemed to be in deep thought.

"Is he back?" The old madman had already seemed to have thought of some possibility, and lowered his body and stroked the old dog's head, "He has grown up and has to do a lot of things."

"This is the trouble of growing up."

Running all the way, like a guilty thief.

Luo Feng rushed to the stream. He clearly couldn't breathe heavily with his current cultivation level, but he was still breathing greedily.

"What am I afraid of?" Luo Feng looked at his nervous and pale face on the water.

Of course, Luo Feng was afraid because he was afraid of becoming the ancestor Xuanyuan. He was afraid that things would change in the future and the people he cherished most would never see again.

He was afraid that he would be lonely in the depths of the darkness in the future and no one would care about his well-being.

Loneliness will really devour a strong man with flesh and blood.

Luo Feng had not yet figured out how to tell his master that it might be difficult for him to appear at will in the future. He might have to go to a certain location and go through various unimaginable tasks.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and the old madman walked towards him with the old dog.

He looked at the stream but there was no one, but he smiled and didn't care at all.

Because he knew that his kid liked to appear here when he had something to worry about.

The old madman sat on a rock by the stream and smiled at the old dog, "Old Huang, you are getting older and older, and now you have to breathe a lot when you walk a few steps. I know, you are afraid of death, afraid

Lonely."

"It's okay," said the old madman, "Look forward, don't hesitate, don't be afraid. Even if things change in the future, this is still your home."

Luo Feng's body trembled deep in the grass, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

The old madman looked at the grass with a smile, "You are you, are you? Have you encountered something difficult to make a decision, so you sneaked out?"

"Come out, I know it's you."

The dark Luo Feng was already crying, but he clenched his fists and walked out step by step, "Master, how did you know it's me?"

The old madman stood up and pointed at the old dog, "Old Huang's nose is more powerful than me. If you hadn't picked it up, it would have died long ago. You have been kind to him, so of course it remembers your kindness."

"Master, I..."

"Don't say anything, I don't ask, I'll just say that, just move forward and leave the future to God."

The old madman waved to Luo Feng, "Do you still have time?"

"Yeah, there are."

"Let's go, Master will make you the spicy hot pot lumps you love."
Chapter completed!