The fourth level of space is very strange, even confusing. It has no boundaries and is like a beautiful dream world.

It is hard to imagine that this is the space created by Lord Arakawa.

"Before you came, I had already made a brief exploration of this place. There was nothing here. Except for some strange creatures, there was nothing else in this absurd world."

Whitebeard pondered, then seemed to remember something and added: "This may be the last floor."

Xu Changliang looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say there is nothing here? Then how do you know this is the last floor?"

The white-bearded old man sighed and said, "Look."

Everyone's eyes followed the white-bearded old man's finger, and then their faces froze.

In this dreamlike sky, surrounded by rising bubbles, a stone statue was lying quietly, lifeless.

"So that's how it is. No wonder there is a tombstone on it. It turns out the body was buried here. Putting it this way, I seem to understand why there is a fourth layer under the crack." Meng Xiaoying said with sudden enlightenment.

Under the ocean are tombstones.

Under the ocean 놅Under the ocean is a burial place.

However, the only question is why it is like this.

Logically speaking, since it is my final resting place, it shouldn't be like this... well, it's hard to say.

This bubble, the earth and hills constructed by clouds, and the sunset glow on the horizon, embellish this world in an incredible way.

In a word: chaos.

Very messy.

The chaos makes it hard to tell what Arakawa is thinking. Whether it is unintentional or intentional, I am afraid only he himself knows.

"Arakawa, interesting, I'll go meet him." Xu Changliang's eyes flashed, and he pushed out his palm, sucking the stone statue in the sky down.

Wait until the stone statue falls steadily to the ground.

A few people are careful to understand "Arakawa"

The passage of time over the years does not seem to have caused any damage to the statue.

The stone surface is as smooth as before, without any signs of cracks, and even the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes can be seen clearly.

This is a very handsome man.

He has the eyes of an eagle and the foresight of a wolf, a strong back and broad waist, a bun on his head, and a short coat, which shows off his muscles very well. Even if he turns into a dead stone statue, the sense of power outlined by his lines can still make people feel that he is powerful.

“Ahem…” The old man with white beard coughed awkwardly: “No… I am a prince after all, so give me some face.”

Xu Changliang was groping for the stone statue at this time, his eyes shining, and he rummaged in his clothes, but it seemed that he didn't touch anything except the stone skin.

Hua Wujue couldn't bear to watch it anymore and pulled him over.

"Okay, there's nothing inside. It's just a... stone statue."

"Alas." Xu Changliang sighed: "What does this guy think? Aren't the good things supposed to be saved for the last layer? Why is there nothing when it's his turn?"

Hua Wujue just shook his head: "If I'm not mistaken, all the useful things should have been taken away by the phantom. There is nothing left here."

Xu Changliang actually knew this, but he still wanted to take a gamble. However, the result was naturally not what he expected.

There is really nothing here.

"If there's nothing, then there's nothing. Look at this place, it's really beautiful." Meng Xiaoying didn't care. She looked at this place that seemed like a dream world, with stars twinkling in her eyes. She stared at the bubbles in the sky and smiled.

The white-bearded old man remembered something: "I heard that Arakawa once had a lover who was from the ancient times, but it seems to be a rumor. At least I have never seen her. It's just that someone spread it."

The white-bearded old man said this probably to explain why this secret place has this style.

King Arakawa, who was a decisive killer throughout his life, would never create such a feminine resting place for himself.

"Who knows?" Xu Changliang shrugged.

Regardless of whether it is related to this possible beauty.

At least the story about Prince Arakawa's treasure has come to an end.

There is nothing left here.

"There's nothing to do here. Let's go. We can also visit the Abyss." Xu Changliang stretched lazily.

Hua Wujue nodded, it was time to leave.

Meng Xiaoying felt a little reluctant to let go after hearing that. She finally touched a bubble and started to rub her face against it, showing her reluctance to let go.

This kind of place is too destructive for a girl.

There is no noise in the world.

There is no intrigue or deception.

There was no sound of wind or water.

If the world is a colorful comic strip.

Here is a simple, monotonous sketch.

All I see is fantasy and beauty, nothing else.

But something unexpected happened in a flash.

A ball of red light suddenly appeared on Hua Wujue's chest. Frowning slightly, he took out the red light. This was the light ball he had obtained from the phantom earlier.

There had been no movement.

But now, a fierce light suddenly burst out, and then crashed directly into the stone statue.

Meng Xiaoying held her breath for a moment, it seemed that something was wrong.

Even the old man with white beard was shocked. What the hell, is it possible that King Arakawa could be alive?

Although he had always been certain that Arakawa could not survive.

But if the facts were really placed in front of him, he would have to believe it even if he didn't want to.

Hua Wujue, however, signaled that there was no need to be nervous, with a strange look in his eyes.

"He is indeed dead. This is not some kind of resurrection."

The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment: "Then this..."

I saw a layer of milky white halo slowly appearing on the body of the stone statue, gradually spreading, and after expanding to nearly 10 centimeters, it immediately stopped.

Under the eyes of everyone.

The white light slowly condensed into a point of light, and with a "whoosh", it crashed into the sunset glow on the horizon.

Suddenly the scene changed.

One by one, the bubbles sparkled with rainbow luster in the sunlight, blending and colliding with each other, outlining a huge transparent barrier.

And slowly, figures began to appear on the barrier.

A tall, thin, and somewhat dark-skinned boy appeared on top of the mountain. Under a locust tree, he kept doing horse stance and practicing boxing.

No matter spring goes and autumn comes, no matter it is cold winter or hot summer.

The leaves on the branches of the locust tree are withered, green, white, and yellow.

The thick snow piled up on the high ground, and the boy finally turned into a strong adult.

This day he suddenly opened the door and roared.

He punched out, emitting a series of sonic booms. A building in front of him shattered, and white snow fell from the sky, rumbling down...

The most miraculous thing was that countless rays of light began to spread from the sky, bathing the rules of the great way, and countless strange phenomena appeared and were added to this person's body.

It's like...providing evidence right here on the spot!

And this man finally spoke his first sentence.

"I entered Taoism from Arakawa. From now on, my name is Arakawa!"