Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

A vast spiritual wave surged out of the mother's body and poured into Bai Yun's mind like a tide. Intense pain accompanied by dusty memory fragments poured out like a flood that broke through the dam, impacting his consciousness.

Deep in his memory, his father's face gradually became clear, a face with sharp edges and full of determination. His name, Bai Wuchang, was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the foggy childhood in Bai Yun's memory.

When Bai Yun was young, his family of three lived in a secret space in the divine realm. It was a short but happy time.

Bai Yun only knew that his father told him that he was a powerful Golden Immortal who possessed power that made even the God Realm take notice.

However, for some reason, he seemed to have violated the taboo of the divine world and became a hunted target.

The people who were chasing him were none other than the law enforcers from the eight great temples of the divine world. They were the maintainers of order in the divine world and possessed supreme power.

Bai Yun clearly remembered that it was a night of lightning and thunder, and the howling wind was hitting the space where they lived, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster.

His father held him in his arms with a solemn look, stroked his head gently, and said in a heavy tone: "Yun'er, Dad loves you, but there are some things you don't understand yet. When you grow up, you will understand Dad's difficulties..."

The young Bai Yun didn't know what was going on, but he felt fear instinctively. He held on to his father's clothes tightly, unwilling to let go.

He felt an inexplicable uneasiness, as if he was about to lose something important.

At this time, mother Yun Mengyao came over, her eyes full of worry and reluctance. She took Bai Yun from Bai Wuchang's arms, holding back tears and said, "Wuchang, promise me that you must come back alive!"

Bai Wuchang nodded slightly and stuffed two thin pieces of paper into Yun Mengyao's hands. Those were his last thoughts for his wife and children.

Then, he turned around resolutely and rushed out of the house in the storm, his back looking resolute and lonely.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded and the entire space began to tremble violently. It was the sound of my father fighting with the temple law enforcers. The terrifying energy fluctuations were clearly felt even through the barrier of space.

Young Bai Yun shivered in his mother's arms. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew that his father had never come back since he left.

The mother hugged him tightly, tears silently sliding down her face. In her hands she tightly grasped the two pieces of paper left by Bai Wuchang, which were her only comfort.

"My name is Yun Mengyao. I was born in the supreme Space Temple in the God Realm. I inherited the power of space and am ranked as the 36th generation Saint."

Yun Mengyao's voice was low and solemn, with a hint of indescribable sadness, "Your father, Bai Wuchang, is not from our world. He comes from a supreme plane called Honghuang."

Bai Yun's heart skipped a beat. He felt that his mother's next words would reveal a shocking secret, a shocking secret about his father and his life experience.

"Honghuang, that is an ancient and powerful world, containing infinite mysteries and power. Your father often told me about the magnificent mountains and rivers of Honghuang. There is abundant spiritual energy and many powerful people there. It is a holy land that countless creatures yearn for."

A trace of reminiscence flashed in Yun Mengyao's eyes, as if she saw that magnificent era, "In the prehistoric world, there is a supreme being, his name is Hongjun, he is the prehistoric heaven, controlling the laws and order of the entire world."

"Hongjun?"

Bai Yun murmured to himself, this name seemed to contain infinite magic, which made him feel awe.

"Yes, Hongjun."

Yun Mengyao's voice became even deeper. "He possesses power beyond everything and is the undisputed ruler of the prehistoric world. However, even someone as powerful as Hongjun cannot escape the tricks of fate."

Bai Yun's heart was in his throat. He felt that his mother's next words would reveal a cruel history, a history full of betrayal and blood.

“Below Hongjun, there are six other powerful saints, namely, Taishang Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nuwa, Jieyin Taoist and Zhunti Taoist, collectively known as the Six Saints of the Great Desolation.

Each of them possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and is the strongest person in the prehistoric world. "Yun Mengyao took a deep breath, as if to calm the surging emotions in her heart, "However, just when the prehistoric world reached its peak, a catastrophe came."

Bai Yun's body trembled slightly. He knew that his mother's next words would reveal his father's fate and the final outcome of that once glorious ancient world.

"The ruler of another supreme plane, the God of Creation in the God Realm, launched an invasion of the prehistoric world. In order to protect his home, Hongjun led the six saints of the prehistoric world to fight a desperate battle with the God of Creation."

Yun Mengyao's voice was full of complexity, "That war lasted for countless years, countless lives perished, and the entire prehistoric world was shattered into chaos and despair."

Baiyun clenched his fist tightly

"In the end, Hongjun defeated the God of Creation at a huge cost. However, when he was dragging his seriously injured body back to the prehistoric world, he was attacked and betrayed by the Taoist Jie Yin and Taoist Zhunti."

Yun Mengyao's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and sadness. "They greedily wanted to seize Hongjun's power, which eventually led to Hongjun's death and the complete collapse of the entire prehistoric world, turning it into countless fragments that scattered in the endless void."

Bai Yun's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand. He could not imagine that the once glorious ancient world would end in such a tragic way.

"And the Earth where you lived in your previous life," Yun Mengyao's voice was low and sad, "was evolved from one of the fragments of the primitive world."

"What then?"