Perfect World: An Lan is fierce

Chapter 2 Rebirth, Looking Back

The indifferent and angry voice came from a foreign land and reached An Lan's ears, like a death song ringing in the Nine Nether Hell.

Shi Hao appeared, his hair disheveled and his body covered in blood, both his own and others'.

He forcibly pushed his sixth secret realm - three feet above his head, a god was pressed into his body. Such a domineering way of breaking through the level caused his flesh shell to break, his soul to almost collapse, and his whole body was covered with cracks, like fine porcelain that had been violently attacked. As if they were forcibly stuck together after impact, they may disintegrate at any time.

But even with such horrific injuries, people still can't muster the courage to fight against him, because he has left the king's realm and gone to another realm. No matter how many immortal kings he has, it is useless.

When An Lan heard this, his whole body felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He looked back and met Shi Hao's extremely angry eyes.

At this moment, he knew that he was doomed. There was no way to heaven and no way to earth.

"Since I traveled through time, I have lived for a long time that was unimaginable before, and I have experienced almost all the brilliance that can be experienced in this world. This life is worth it, and the trip to this foreign land is not in vain.

However, I am not willing to die in humiliation like this? "

An Lan's heart was filled with huge waves, and he was really unwilling to stop here. However, at this moment, no matter how much he was unwilling, it was meaningless.

In front of a quasi-immortal emperor, no matter how powerful the immortal king is, he is just an ant.

He regretted it at this time. If he had run away as soon as he woke up and heard that the kings were besieging Shi Hao, he would not have been stuck in a foreign land and could only wait to die.

"An Lan!"

Shi Hao roared, and the stars in the sky exploded and fell. His momentum was so majestic that he smashed the void of heaven and earth and killed him from hundreds of millions of miles away.

"what!"

He roared angrily, and in an instant, he thought of a lot in his mind. The bitterness of the past scenes came to his mind one after another. How could he forget those people and things that had passed away?

All the creatures in Sin State died in An Lan's hands, and the mulberry flowers floating in the sky were also burned.

All this is thanks to An Lan.

Shi Hao's body expanded suddenly, reaching boundless size and towering into the starry sky. The entire foreign land was trembling, unable to contain it, cracking, and collapsing.

The endless hatred made him strike the most brilliant blow after ascending to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, not giving An Lan any chance to survive.

The terrifying pressure swept over him like a mountain and made An Lan unable to breathe.

Who can resist the attack of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor?

However, he did not want to just sit back and wait for death. He grabbed the golden ancient spear in his hand and used Anlan's world-destroying technique to pierce the endless stars. He threw it at Shi Hao with great force. This blow was also the brightest and most glorious in Anlan's life. A single blow destroyed heaven and earth along the way, like a world-destroying spear.

However, the result was cruel. The ancient golden spear melted on the spot like a moth to a flame, without even stirring up any waves.

An Lan was horrified, helplessly holding the ancient shield in front of him, watching helplessly as the frantic Shi Hao rushed towards him, unable to save himself.

Before he died, he regretted that he should not have been soft-hearted and wasted time dragging Yutuo to run away together.

"Yu Tuo, you misunderstood me!"

When these words were shouted out, An Lan's thinking gradually froze, and even thinking became difficult.

His vision was quickly occupied by a stream of golden liquid, and he soon fell into the deepest darkness.

"Facing the direction of Suizhou, bowing your head, almost kneeling and dying, haha, it is really a shameful way to die." An Lan laughed to himself in his heart.

Once everything is done, it will no longer be possible to go against the will of heaven. A generation of time-travelers has perished.

"Am I the worst time traveler?" He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his thinking ability completely frozen, and he fell into eternal silence. It's like falling into a bottomless dark ocean, sinking continuously, falling into the endless abyss, until the last ray of light is lost in the eyes.

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"clang……"

The crisp sound of the bell sounded, melodious, and there was an inexplicable melody flowing, which was particularly pleasant to the ear.

This voice... is too familiar.

An Lan opened his eyes gently, and the image of Shi Hao rushing over and killing him mercilessly was still echoing in his mind. Time and time again, his heart was ups and downs, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"Didn't I die?"

He wondered to himself, looking around in surprise.

The mottled metal wall blocked his sight. This kind of metal was very special, filled with immortal aura and divine light, giving people a sense of familiarity.

In addition to the metal wall, there were other things that came into view, which evoked memories in An Lan's heart.

In front of him, a dark red desk stood, with an antique animal-shaped incense burner placed on it. Several half-burned incense sticks were inserted into it. At this moment, the incense curled up, condensed into clouds, and floated slowly. It's indescribably ethereal and quiet.

The metal wall, the desk, the incense burner... everything seemed so familiar, and there was also the sound of bells coming from outside from time to time...

An Lan woke up with a start. Isn't this his ancient chariot that has been baptized by war?
  For a moment, he couldn't figure it out. He was clearly killed by Shi Hao and died in humiliation in a foreign land under the spotlight. How could he suddenly return to his ancient chariot?
  As soon as these questions emerged in my mind, a torrent of memories broke through the shackles and merged into my mind.

In a moment, An Lanming realized everything. It turned out that time had gone back and he had returned to the late Immortal Era. Compared with the early stage of the Ancient Era that he had traveled through previously, the time node this time was many years earlier.

He looked surprised and muttered to himself with some confusion: "Is this going back in time or a second time travel? Or is everything I experienced before just a dream of mine, a nap?"

An Lan was a little confused and couldn't figure out the reason, but soon he gave up his distracting thoughts and stopped thinking about these meaningless things. The confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, turning into excitement and coldness.

Since God's immortal An Lan has given him a chance to start over, he will definitely seize it and rewrite his own destiny with his own hands.

"Last time, I failed and died due to the irresistible power of cause and effect. This time, I will trample all the cause and effect under my feet."

An Lan made the oath, filled with pride.

At the beginning of the Chaotic Ancient Era, many things were already too late and difficult to remedy, but now is the late Immortal Era. Foreign lands have not yet invaded the primitive ancient world on a large scale, and there is no so-called Nine Heavens and Ten Lands in the world. Perhaps, everything is still late.

In An Lan's understanding, the best way to eliminate a cause and effect is to eliminate it from the source.

Therefore, at this time, he only wanted to do one thing, and that was to eliminate the source of his suffering - Shi Hao.

Facts have proved that if Shi Hao is not solved, An Lan will inevitably die when he becomes a quasi-immortal emperor.

However, this matter is not that simple to do, and requires careful planning. After all, the glorious tribe that accepts the title of king in the original ancient world has seven immortal kings sitting in charge, which is not a weak force.

While thinking about it, a very respectful, almost pious voice came out.

"Master, we are here."

(End of this chapter)