my universal tinder

Chapter 408 Wang Qiong
The emblem of the Temple of Light! ?
"What does this totem represent?" Wang Qiong whispered, showing deep thought.

Suddenly, someone came in. It was a middle-aged man with straight features and a firm face. His eyes were like the sun and the moon, and he was restrained.

The middle-aged man walked to the altar and lit a stick of incense.

"I'm not..." Wang Qiong looked embarrassed and was about to explain.

I broke into other people's mansions for no reason, but no one would treat him as a good person.

However, in the middle of the conversation, Wang Qiong's voice stopped abruptly.

He found that the middle-aged man in front of him seemed unable to see him.

"Ok?"

Wang Qiong walked up to the middle-aged man, swayed, jumped again, and immediately did two backflips and two frontflips, finally confirming that the other party really couldn't see him.

"What's the situation?" Wang Qiong was confused.

He is ignorant of his current situation. This feeling is like a person who has become a ghost after death. He is incompatible with everything here, and no one seems to be able to see him.

At this moment, someone came in again, and it was that child, Wang Futian.

"He can't see me either!?" Wang Qiong frowned.

"You're fighting with someone again!" The middle-aged man glanced back and said sternly.

Wang Futian pulled the hem of his clothes, lowered his head, and said stubbornly: "They provoked me first...they called me a bastard!?"

At the end, the voice became weaker and the little guy lowered his head.

The middle-aged man was silent, and he sighed after a while: "I know, these years...you have suffered a lot with me..."

"Father... When the New Year Festival comes, I will definitely enter the Zhengang Palace, and then no one will bully me." Although Wang Futian is young, he is extremely sensible.

"In the current clan, you are the only one who has awakened the domineering Zhengang at your age... Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult to enter the Zhengang Palace..." The middle-aged man looked at the totem on the altar and shook his head. Shake your head.

"But...you should have a different life."

"A different life!?" Wang Futian was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Do you know the meaning of this totem?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man asked an irrelevant question.

Wang Futian raised his small head. He had seen this totem since he was a child, but he didn't know what it represented.

"In ancient times, human beings who have suffered tens of thousands of years of oppression began to rebel against the rule of the monster civilization. At that time, the first strong man who awakened the fire appeared. He spread the way of practice, educated all living beings, and created strong men... Finally, There are more and more human masters around him!"

"The fire spread like...the plague."

"Plague!?" Wang Futian muttered, feeling a little weird about this metaphor.

"It didn't take long for the hidden power of human beings to fully reveal its horror, and there were many masters, emerging one after another... The supreme powerhouse used fire as a totem to gather the seven most powerful existences at that time under his command, and he was named Fire Worshiper! "

"The legend of Zoroastrian Cult!?" Wang Futian whispered.

He had seen this word in ancient books before, but he just didn't understand its meaning.

"Fire Worship Cult!?" Wang Qiong was deeply moved when he heard that.

There have been many generations in the history of mankind. It may be due to the changes of the times, or it may be obliterated by someone with a heart. No matter what, many truths have been buried.

But he didn't expect that the source of human beings still exists like this, it is a real giant, and the Temple of Light is just a corner of this totem.

"There is a great enemy hidden in front of us..." The middle-aged man whispered: "Countless eras have been buried, the enemy has not yet been exhausted, but the light of the fire is getting weaker, and Zoroastrianism has long since become a legend..."

"For this reason, the Palace of Light has escaped from the world, and many masters have stepped forward to follow along the Yanyan River, trying to reach the end of the sky and find the last hope."

"For 3000 years, only one person succeeded."

"Lin Luotian!?" Wang Futian whispered.

Although he was young, he had heard the name before.

"When Lin Luotian came back from the end of the sky, he visited our clan and left one thing behind..."

"That thing may start a new era... At the same time, it will also change your life..." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Wang Futian, with a rare softness on his resolute face.

"You should have your own life...don't live for anyone..." the middle-aged man gently squeezed Wang Futian's little head and said softly.

"father……"

Wang Futian looked at his father ignorantly.

"What Lin Luotian left behind!?" Wang Qiong was extremely curious, and was also very interested in the family behind this little guy.

Throughout the world, it seems that there is no clan that can be so involved with Lin Luotian.

Moreover, it seems that this family has amazing strength, strict hierarchy, ancient and mysterious, which is different from any force that Wang Qiong knows.

Wang Qiong stepped forward, trying to find clues, and the surrounding scene changed again.

In the sea of ​​flames, ruined walls and ruins, corpses scattered all over the ground, everything was burnt to ashes.

"Getting involved in taboos is a heinous crime. From today onwards, you will be exiled forever." The cold voice spread throughout the world.

Among the ruins, there was only a weak figure, like a homeless solitary bird, crying around, crying for the dead relatives and friends.

"Ah ah ah..."

Wang Futian knelt down on the ground, destruction and killing impacted his young heart.

There was helplessness and fear in his eyes... In the end, all of these turned into monstrous anger.

The young body trembled violently, and he looked up at the sky covered in black clouds with an angry expression, like a frightened little beast.

"Let me lie in the sky... One day... I will destroy this day..." The angry roar echoed endlessly on the ruins.

"From today... I am no longer Wang Futian..."

"My name is Wang Qiong... the vault of the broken sky!"

rumbling...

Countless images flashed across Wang Qiong's mind. His body trembled, as if he was being shocked by electricity. Looking at the young body, his eyes were filled with astonishment and shock.

"What... what is this?" Wang Qiong's eyes trembled, not knowing why.

hum...

At this moment, the sky split open, and a big hand reached out.

"There are still fish that slipped through the net..."

"Go... to find your own life!"

From the depths of the earth, a voice came, and countless chains shot up into the sky, binding the big hands that covered the sky. At the same time, a domineering aura shot up into the sky, stripping the little guy's strength and engulfing him to leave this world.

"One day... someday..."

The earth fell, drowning everything.

"and many more!"

Wang Qiong's complexion changed suddenly, and he took a step forward, and the scene in front of him changed again.

Green mountains and white water, outside the ancient city, under a big tree, a lonely child covered in blood, he slowly opened his eyes, his face was full of confusion.

"Little devil, where are you from?" A voice resounded.

The child raised his head slowly, and there stood a man in front of him, smoking a cigarette, unshaven, unkempt, with a black blade hanging from his waist.

"I... I can't remember..."

"Where are your parents?" The man with a cigarette in his mouth asked again.

The child tried his best to recall, then shook his head.

"what's your name?"

The child was startled, then suddenly clenched his fists and said seriously, "My name is Wang Qiong..."

"Let's go, I'll find you a place to go." The man with a cigarette in his mouth pointed at the city ahead and said slowly.

"What's that place?"

"Star River City!"

(End of this chapter)