The lonely figure disappeared in the dark night, and Luo left the tribe quietly without disturbing anyone.
He knew that Fan would not agree to his leaving, so he would not let him know.
The towering spire throne became smaller and smaller behind him, and became more and more blurry, until only a faint outline remained.
Quietly looking at the huge organization established by him, Luo sighed silently.
He is about to leave, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to come back.
He is a very ambitious man, and his tortuous experience is also legendary.
He has been a soldier, captain, captain, general, and even the founder of an organization.
He has everything a man has dreamed of for a long time, power, influence, and status.
These should satisfy him, and he should indeed be satisfied.
Even the Summit Council can't do anything about him.
There are still things in this world that he can't solve.
He used to think this way, until he accidentally touched the fate of a person, his son, Fan.
It was a complete accident.
Young Luo accidentally activated a broken dormant brood egg, which his father brought back to him before his death.
Fortunately for Bifan, although this broken insect egg is still full of vitality, it actually has no consciousness of hatching into a complete individual.
Therefore, in the huge sea of inheritance, Luo only came into contact with a corner of this vast world, but this simple corner almost caused him to almost lose consciousness at that time.
In the end, he survived, and in the process, he came into contact with a hint of the vastness of the original power.
This is incomplete original power, full of impurities, a bit like the power of origin, but far less than one ten thousandth of its purity.
But it's like standing under a mine full of gold.
Although Luo can't shake the gold mountain, compared to those who are still digging for stones at a loss, he is at the forefront.
This is the ultimate in life.
From that moment on, Luo understood this deeply.
It's no exaggeration to describe him as a celestial being.
He is not a native species.
He was not a bionic species, but with his talent, he was able to control this specious power of origin.
It is precisely because of this that he can become powerful so quickly.
The peak parliament of the day.
It is through this power that he can take out the opponent's heart with his bare hands.
But he is unfortunate.
After all, he is not a native species and cannot coexist perfectly with the power of origin.
He cannot let this power grow.
It can only be continuously refined.
Moreover, the overly powerful power of origin would always repel his body from time to time, especially after he purified it more and more.
Luo understands this very well, and also understands the ultimate consequences of doing so.
But he had to do it.
He did have everything a man could dream of, but he was not a good father.
It was the most painful thing in his life to abandon the mother and son of Fan.
So when he understood a hint of the Brood's plan from a corner of the inheritance, he knew what he had to do, even if it meant being shattered into pieces.
Just as he said that day.
The meaning of parents' existence is to clear obstacles for their children.
If they cannot, they are willing to walk in front of Brahma.
If there is a dangerous cliff ahead, they will fall before Brahma.
The path he wants to take is the only way for Brahma to travel in the future.
This is his secret, and he has not even told Lin.
Yes, he is looking forward to revenge all the time.
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The pain before his father's death has not been eliminated by these twenty years, but it has only become clearer.
Available in single choices of Revenge and Brahman.
Luo chose the latter after all.
He owed Fan too much, and now, he no longer wanted to be an unqualified father.
Especially after Brahman acknowledged his existence.
For him, Luo could give up everything, reputation, status, power, and even life.
At this moment, he was no longer the invincible Luo at the peak of his fame.
Just an ordinary father who gives everything to his children.
Looking at each other from a distance, even though they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, Luo seemed to still be able to see the bright light on the spire throne, which was Fan's room.
"Goodbye, my child.
My time is short, let me do the only thing I can do for you."
The heavy rain poured down, quietly submerging Luo's last traces in the world.
After a night of hangover, even Yifan's physical strength could not help but feel a slight headache when he woke up.
When he got up and looked for a water glass, he found a letter lying quietly on the table.
Looking at the signature under the envelope, Fan instinctively frowned.
"Fan, when you read this letter, I have already left the tribe and gone to a place where no one has ever been.
I know that when you picked up this letter, your expression must be angry, and you are resentful.
I left without saying goodbye.
But I'm sorry, there are some things I have to do.
When one day you become a father, you will understand my thoughts and decisions at this moment.
We are extraordinary.
Compared with all living beings, we have.
There are too many, so we must also bear more.
You are the one chosen by fate, and so am I, and so are all the people involved with you, but no fate is unchangeable.
Everyone has his or her own destiny.
The right to choose.
You don’t have it because you were too weak before to support your own ideals.
Therefore, when someone makes a choice for you, you can only passively accept it, whether it is pain or struggle.”
"But now, you finally have the ability to decide your own destiny.
I am very happy that you have grown up.
I am different from them.
I will not try to control any of your choices.
You need to walk your own path.
Just like birth, old age, illness and death, everyone must go through a destined process in their life.
What I have to do now is to walk in front of you and clear all the obstacles to your unknown destiny.
Don't think about coming to me.
I will naturally appear when the time is right, unless you can walk faster than me.
I step into the singularity of your destiny faster, if that's the case, I think I will be more pleased."
"Child, don't be alone anymore.
No one can bear the weight of fate alone.
You need friends.
Art and Mandala are your trustworthy friends.
And when you encounter difficulties, the warriors of the tribe will also Become your spear to break through everything and your shield to protect everything.”
"Farewell, child.
When you are in trouble, don't forget your mother.
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In fact, she is just like me.
Although she is not a competent mother, she has been watching you silently from behind."
"Oh, by the way, don't let the title of chief of the tribe restrict your freedom.
Do whatever you want.
In fact, the title of chief is the freest position in the entire tribe.
It is just a symbol, an undefeated one.
A legend, a magnificent myth, you are more suitable than me, believe in yourself.”
"If you have time, remember to go back to the Angel of Death and bring back your grandfather's ashes.
When I have time to do it, I will hand him over to you.
Remember, his name is Yi."
After reading the letter in silence, Fan couldn't help but slap it heavily on the table.
"Asshole, you left without saying goodbye again."
But after a moment, he returned to silence, silently put away the route map to the white church in the envelope, walked to the window, and looked at the roaring crowd under the spire throne.
Chi, Lance, Art, and Mandala, their faces were clearly displayed in his field of vision.
The drums beat loudly, the horns on the desolate grassland were majestic and solemn, and thousands of people knelt down in front of the rising rays of the morning sun.
The roar of the roar shakes the soul like a prairie wolf, and the lofty faith burns like an eternal wildfire.
Today, right here, he will be crowned king "My dear father, isn't this the decision you made for me?"
He opened his hands calmly, bathing in the everlasting wildfire shining in the morning sun.
A faint sigh.
"It doesn't matter if you are an angel of death, you have to go back anyway.
But father, I will not bring back the ashes you want.
If possible, why not build another spire throne there?"
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