Looking down from a very high altitude, the world looks like a strange and huge egg-shaped object.

The overall shape is oval, with clouds, mountains, plains, oceans and many other landforms filling it like colorful egg liquid. A faint golden thread cuts the entire world in half. This golden thread can only be seen in the "Super City where civilians are forbidden to peep."

"High in the sky" can only be observed and cannot be touched, but it is real.

Like the great sun, it affects all things, and like the moon in the water, it is forever isolated from the world.

On this day, in this ultra-high altitude where federal law prohibits aircraft detection, and in this land where ancient laws prohibit ancestors from flying through the nine days, two figures broke through the clouds, mountains and atmosphere from the ground and came to this high altitude of nothingness.

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Emperor Wuhui, Emperor Tian, ​​the extraordinary father and son, fight together.

The thirty-three-sided dice representing fate appeared above Di Wuhui's head. Every time it was turned, the result was greater than one, which meant that the development of things would go in the direction Di Wuhui wanted no matter what.

[Everything happens according to your wishes], this is the best summary of the ability of Emperor Wuhui Apocalypse.

With martial arts that have been cultivated to the pinnacle, Apocalypse's ability that is so powerful that it interferes with destiny, and a strong will to fight, Emperor Wuhui is one of mankind's undisputed trump cards.

However, the brutal fight between father and son always ended in a draw.

boom!

Ditian's [Peerless Martial God] was activated with all his strength, and his punch was heavier than a shooting star. He didn't hold back and slammed into his father's forehead.

Di Wuhui's head tilted back, and his whole body flew backwards for hundreds of miles. The thirty-three-sided dice of fate turned rapidly, and finally stopped at the number "fifteen".

A force was wandering above the nine heavens. Emperor Wuhui stopped and looked at the fate dice above his head with no joy or sadness.

"We fought each other a total of seven thousand two hundred and ninety-four times, Father."

Ditian walked towards him step by step:

"You are at the top of destiny, and I am the weakest being in human destiny. In the past seven minutes, you had fifteen opportunities to kill me, but you didn't seize it even once."

Di Wuhui moved his wrists, tied the man's long hair in a shawl back, and said softly:

"Even though I have come to the realization of killing my beloved relatives, I still hesitate and hesitate."

"You are really dishonest, father." Di Tian stopped and said word by word:

"The turning of the dice of fate has never stopped. Everything that happens here is in line with your deepest expectations. You are a god on earth, an invincible person, but you are so great, but you have not killed me until now..."

"Father, the real wish in your heart is to be killed by me."

Time seemed to stand still. Di Tian pierced the window paper that the father and son had carefully maintained for many years. The cold and desolate wind blew in the sky, but it could not calm their hearts.

Under the mask, Di Wuhui's pupils clearly reflected the figure of the young Martial God. In a trance, the powerful God seemed to have returned to that bloody night when the moon was bent like a silver hook.

That night, the baby still in the belly of his wife Yang Yunyun did not survive in the end.

His wife, eldest son, and unborn younger son all died directly or indirectly at the hands of Emperor Wuhui.

When Di Wuhui held the dead baby with mutilated flesh and blood, and the umbilical cord had not been cut, grief that could not be described in words struck his heart.

A few dozen hours ago, Di Wuhui had a happy family. His son was strong and filial, and inherited his talent. His wife was beautiful and gentle, and would stand with him at all times. Di Wuhui even thought about it.

, when his youngest son was born, he took a break for a few days. The family of four left Wanshou City and went to their old house on the outskirts of the city to briefly escape from the responsibility of the guardian.

However, all this came to nothing at this moment.

Emperor Wuhui killed his two children and his wife who loved him deeply.

He killed three close relatives, but the "reward" he received in exchange was rich enough. The "Right Eye of the God of Light" buried deep in the third life circle did not wake up in the end.

Hundreds of millions of federal citizens were able to save their lives because of Emperor Wuhui's decision.

According to pure numbers

Literally speaking, this is a hugely profitable exchange.

But at that moment, unstoppable thoughts emerged from Di Wuhui's mind.

——Why?

Saving people's lives is naturally a great and noble feat, but the lives of ordinary citizens of the Federation are lives, but the lives of one's own wife and children are not lives?

They are even pregnant women and young children!

Can the meaning of life really be measured in terms of quantity? I have protected the Federation for so many years, but in the end I ended up killing my loved ones myself?

Did you...really do the right thing?

Do you really not regret it?

The "Sickness of Heaven" that had never occurred before broke out uncontrollably that night.

Emperor Wuhui's schizophrenia forcibly stripped away a small part of his will, emotions, memory, and strength, forming a real baby.

That night, a child named "Ditian" was born. He was the product of Diwuhuitian's disease. He knew everything about his father and was born with destiny.

Since then, Di Wuhui and Wu Zuishan, the leader of the Yongsheng Group, have used all their rights and power to conceal the origin of Di Tian, ​​only claiming that he is Yang Yunyun's child and that the great mother successfully gave birth to him before she died.

Di Wuhui originally thought that Di Tian would carry his wishes, live happily and unfettered in this world, without having to bear the title and burden of his own guardian, marry a wife, and live happily.

Now it seems that this is just wishful thinking on his part.

A baby born from regret has thoughts that are completely different from those of Emperor Wuhui.

All the past events flashed through Di Wuhui's mind.

He understands his own strength, and he also knows that Ditian is definitely no match for him.

But even if he tried his best, he still couldn't defeat this "son".

Deep down, there is no thought of "wanting to win" at all.

Di Wuhui was silent. He was wearing the [Mask of God] without any expression on his face.

"So, Ditian, my son, what is your dream...?"

Di Tian was slightly startled. He remembered that two months ago, the young man who came out of Lanhai City asked similar questions.

At that time, he just stalled and changed the topic.

However, at this moment, facing the man in front of him, Di Tian could finally express his true thoughts:

"You are the greatest man of this era, father."

"As your son, as a part of you, I feel proud all the time, even now."

"However, when I saw the smiling faces of the citizens of the Federation, I was so painful that I couldn't breathe... If my mother and two brothers were still alive, such bright sunshine would also shine on them."

"I can't forgive you for being like this, and I can't stop hating the human beings who are bathed in the light."

"You are selfless, sacrificing your ego for the sake of great love, but I have to do the opposite! In order to vent the resentment in my heart, I am willing to bear a heinous crime. No matter how many people I kill, I will not stop."
Chapter completed!