Chapter 276 A life at the mercy of others, I hope you can win
"You've already done what we needed."
The voice came, echoing in the black-haired man's ears.
Hearing this, the black-haired man frowned, sensing something was wrong. This sounded very strange: "What do you mean?"
After he finished speaking, the outline in the chaos did not answer him.
The next second, an extremely powerful pressure descended upon him, making him unable to move.
Then, an extremely domineering spiritual consciousness, as if it was an empty space, directly invaded his mind and began to read his memory.
During the whole process, he couldn't move. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get free. The gap was just too big. The other party only needed to exert pressure, and he became a lamb to be slaughtered.
This process only lasted for a few breaths. When his spiritual consciousness was withdrawn, the black-haired man's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground.
Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to read his memory, he noticed that the memory the other party read was exactly the memory scene of his battle with the man in the river of time.
Could it be that these three extremely powerful beings have a connection with the river guardian of the long river of time?
"You know him?"
"Why do you want to read the memory of my battle with him?"
The black-haired man raised his head and questioned the three supreme silhouettes in the chaos.
After saying that, the three outlines did not answer and planned to leave. He could feel the powerful energy in his body that supported his vitality slowly withdrawing.
Because he was already dead and was rescued by them by force. Once they left and extracted the energy in his body, he would still die.
He was not afraid of dying again, because he had already been defeated and was not afraid of death.
He just wanted to know why the other party did this, as if he was being set up invisibly.
"I want to know why." The black-haired man's voice echoed.
After the words fell, the outline in the middle paused obviously, and the ethereal voice came again: "Do you really want to know?"
The black-haired man nodded.
"I didn't intend to tell you, but now that you're dead, I'll tell you."
After saying this, the black-haired man suddenly became a little nervous, feeling uneasy.
"Your original deduction of the future was wrong, and I interfered."
"So, you and he are not enemies."
As soon as these words were spoken, the black-haired man froze in place as if petrified, his pupils slowly dilating.
Upon seeing this, the three supreme silhouettes also turned around and left this chaotic space.
After the three supreme beings left, the powerful power in the black-haired man's body that maintained his vitality began to drain away. His vitality quickly disappeared, and his body began to decay.
All of a sudden, the black-haired man started laughing crazily towards the void chaos. His laughter was very crazily, very sadly, and very miserable.
He was not afraid that he was going to die soon. He was laughing at himself and at the life that was controlled by him.
The words just said were like a heavy knife that chopped his dignity and pride into pieces.
He was not laughing at the fact that he was going to die. He was laughing at the fact that he had always been a chess piece on the chessboard and had been manipulated. He was laughing at his own weakness and his own sadness.
His name is Yang Feng.
He still remembered that he was born in a divine realm with fairly good strength. On the day he was born, the sun in the divine realm was covered by thunderclouds, and there were thunderstorms for seven days and seven nights.
There are secrets in the divine realm that say a Son of God has descended into the divine realm, taking away the destiny of heaven and earth. He is a natural born supreme, a natural king, and the leader of the gods!
His life was just as that diviner had said.
From the moment he was born, he was an absolute king. His luck, understanding, physique, etc. were all rare throughout the ages. He had never tasted defeat. In thirty years, he became the leader of the younger generation in the Divine Realm. In a hundred years, he became a man of the hour. In a thousand years, he ruled this Divine Realm and became the highest authority.
Later, he spent another 100,000 years ruling over ten divine realms and was hailed as the Co-Lord of the Ten Divine Realms.
It took him hundreds of epochs to cultivate to a very, very high realm. His life trajectory has become an entire ancient history of the Ten Divine Realms. He has become a legendary mythical figure and a forbidden existence that cannot be mentioned.
He had always thought that he had been the protagonist in his life.
One day later, he spent a lot of effort to deduce his future.
In the process of deducing his own future, he saw that one day in the future, he would be killed by a powerful being, and that powerful being lived on the long river of time and guarded the long river of time.
The higher your cultivation, the more respect you will have for the long river of time.
So, when he learned that his future enemy was the one in the long river of time, he began to plan.
He directly sacrificed the space of the ten divine realms, cut off a tributary of the long river of time, and then used the ten divine realms as a formation to set up a shocking formation, the purpose of which was to attract the attention of the existence in the long river of time.
Then, he began to wait in the formation, and kept waiting. He didn't know how long he waited, but finally the man showed up.
After the war, he realized how insignificant he was and how vulnerable he was.
But he did not regret it. Death was death. He would be killed sooner or later anyway. At least he had tried his best. Even if he failed, he would have no regrets.
So, after he was killed by that man, he just said "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit" and gladly accepted his death.
but!
But he refused to accept it. It turned out that his fight with the man was just a move by the other party!
When he was deducing the future, he was intervened by the existence in the chaos, and his hatred and contradictions were directly transferred to the man in the long river of time.
In other words, the future that he had deduced was wrong. He had entered a trap set by others, and everything he had done was for others.
A proud person can accept his own failure, but he must not accept failure caused by others.
In the end, I am just a chess piece on the chessboard.
The person playing chess is not yourself.
He thought he was holding the destiny, but in the end he was just a discarded pawn used for testing in the overall situation.
How sad! How pathetic!
He thought that he and the man were fighting a fateful battle, but he didn't expect that the other party was the chess player and he was just a chess piece.
"In that case, since I am the chess piece and you are the chess player."
"Then I hope you can win."
As he spoke, the black-haired man raised his head and looked into the void. At the moment when his life was about to end, he made the last major decision of his life.
(End of this chapter)
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