Fantasy Simulator

On the spot, Chen Heng hesitated while looking at the purple-gold spar above the altar in the distance.

Chen Heng was not willing to touch the things on the altar as a last resort, or if he could be sure of its safety.

But at the moment, he seems to have no other choice.

The secret realm in front of him seemed huge, majestic and mysterious, but in fact most of the area was surrounded by that kind of golden flame.

The golden flames are burning, and I don't know that it has always existed by relying on mystery, but it is extremely mysterious and seems to be full of a unique power.

Chen Heng didn't want to try with his body to see if these flames could burn him to death.

Besides these golden flames, the only thing left in this place was the altar and the amethyst crystal on it.

After a little hesitation, Chen Heng finally stepped forward and walked slowly to the altar.

He walked very carefully, it was a short distance, but he went for a long time.

However, even though he walked very carefully, when he finally walked to the altar, he did not hesitate much, and directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the amethyst crystal in his hand.

A warm sigh surged from the palm of his hand, and then became more and more hot.

Holding this purple-golden crystal, Chen Heng couldn't help frowning.

At this moment, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if what he was holding was not a crystal, but a fireball.

The blazing fire was burning, and before he knew it, the crystal in his hand turned into a ball of flame and started to burn.

The purple-gold flame filled with madness, starting from the palm of Chen Heng's palm, covering Chen Heng's entire body.

In the end, he stood in front of the altar, surrounded by purple-gold flames, and looked up like a fire man.

Hot, painful.....

The intense feeling impacted Chen Heng's body and mind, making him feel particularly uncomfortable.

However, he still didn't panic, just stood there calmly.

He felt that the master of this secret realm arranged all this, and it was impossible to drag people here to die.

There must be other arrangements.

Otherwise, if you want to kill, why bother so much?

He was forcibly enduring the pain that emerged from his body, and this thought flashed in his mind.

The flames continued to burn, lingering up and down Chen Heng's body, almost burning Chen Heng from the inside to the outside.

The violent pain continued to surface for a long time.

Chen Hengqiang endured this pain, but his consciousness gradually became a little hazy.

"Is it over?"

This thought flashed through his mind.

Seeing this situation, if the fire continues to burn like this, even if his body can hold it, his consciousness will collapse, and eventually he will die.

He didn't know what went wrong, maybe it was because the owner of this secret realm was waiting for Song Qi, not his cause?

But no matter what, at this level, he is almost unable to support it, and most of it will fall here.

dead?

Chen Heng is not afraid of death.

It's not that he has never died, and even the number of deaths is quite a lot.

Counting the number of simulations, it has been several times.

For him, even if he died last time, it was nothing.

The only pity is the five hundred simulation points used for this simulation.

This is his only pity.

But now, there seems to be no other way.

All kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, just waiting calmly for the final result to come.

However, to Chen Heng's surprise, at this moment, a burst of sound came from nothingness.

"Passed identification......"

An icy voice came from the void, sounded like a machine, extremely cold, without any emotion.

And when this voice sounded and emerged, the lingering purple-gold flame on Chen Heng instantly disappeared.

His body was restored to its original shape, and even his clothes were not damaged.

It's just that the kind of feeling just now is still deep in him in the end.

"Just testing?"

Chen Heng half-kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.

Before he knew it, his back was already wet with cold sweat, and he looked a little embarrassed.

But Chen Heng didn't care, just gasped.

He continued to look forward, waiting for the next change.

Since it is a test, after passing, either the test is over, or a new round of testing.

Sure enough, in the next, there was a sudden change in the front.

The faint mist drifted away, continuously condensing, and finally condensed into a hazy figure in the front.

This is a man in a white robe. His white hair is pliable, falling continuously, and he wears a mask on his face to hide everything under the mask. He looks very mysterious and extraordinary.

"It's not the king who came here, but the general..."

Ahead, the man sat on the altar, then opened his eyes and looked at Chen Heng, who was half kneeling on the ground in front of him, breathing heavily, and seemed a little surprised.

"The king and the general?"

Chen Heng raised his head and combined with the previous murals, he quickly understood what the other party meant.

The so-called king should refer to Song Qi. As for the general, it is him.

Song Qi's identity was originally the prince of Daqi and the so-called King of the South. As for Chen Heng, he was Song Qi's guard general.

King and General, these two titles are in line with their identities.

"It's a general, so what?"

Looking at the man in front, Chen Heng reluctantly lifted his spirits and spoke.

"No way."

The man did not move, but just said: "I set up an altar here, in order to pass on me as a whole, and find someone to inherit..."

"Do you know that if you want to inherit my heritage, what needs to be met?"

Looking at Chen Heng, he asked.

Chen Heng shook his head and said tentatively: "Qualification? Will?"

"The will is really needed."

The man nodded: "However, it is not too important."

"Qualifications, roots.... These are especially important in the eyes of others, but in my opinion, they are not important."

"If you want to inherit my inheritance, you don't need excellent qualifications or family status, you only need to satisfy a little..."

"Those who break away from the original fate and detach themselves from the fetters have just inherited my inheritance..."

He fixedly looked at Chen Heng, his voice was ethereal, and he spoke like this.

Chen Heng's body suddenly froze.

Only those who break away from the original fate and detach themselves from the **** can inherit...

This sentence ~www.ltnovel.com~ kept echoing in Chen Heng's mind.

"Everything in this world, all sentient beings, have their fate..."

Looking at Chen Heng, the man faintly spoke: "Mortals cannot break free from their fate, they can only follow their own fate, without liberation."

"But the world is so big that there are always some people who, by chance, will break away from their original fate and become a variable in the world."

"Only variables can inherit my mantle and become my heir."

He looked at Chen Heng and said so.

Standing there, Chen Heng frowned upon hearing this.

"Do all sentient beings in the world have fate?"

He muttered to himself, and these words kept flashing at this moment.

In the past, Chen Heng had always been unbelieving and never thought about this issue.

He never thought that everything about a person could be explained by fate.

So, he looked at the man in front of him and said: "If a person's fate is already doomed, what is the use of that person's efforts?"

"Naturally it is useful."

Ahead, the man nodded again, and corrected him: "A person's fate is like a forward line, and there are many things that must be experienced in it."

"Just like, mortals are bound to die..."

"And many things outside of this, there is room for change."

"However, no matter how they change, they are still dead."

"So, you are eyeing Liu Nan Wang?"

Chen Heng frowned and said, "Because he meets the conditions?"

Song Qi is a rebirth.

Since he has been reborn, he will naturally not follow the original trajectory. According to the man in front of him, he is undoubtedly out of fate and meets his conditions.

Perhaps this is the reason why the other party arranged this way?