Let someone come to save him.

Who can save him?

He knew he was in a very dangerous place, so he didn't want others to die for him.

The headache was splitting, and the past turned into emptiness.

Above the sky, there seemed to be a terrifying black shadow lurking, looking down on him.

Gu Jianlin vaguely thought that it was the thing that killed his father.

So he took a deep breath, cast aside the fear in his mind, and looked up.

Boom!

In an instant, it was as if his brain was struck by a hammer, almost shattering.

There stood a majestic and noble Divine above the sky, like a creature from ancient mythology, its wings covering the sky with blazing fire, illuminated by flashes of lightning revealing its terrifying profile.

This is... a Divine!

Vermilion Bird!

A tremendous pressure descended from the sky, and Gu Jianlin groaned, almost falling to his knees.

His shoulder suddenly turned into a bloody mess, with dislocated bones.

"Even if you've forgotten, the power itself hasn't been eradicated?"

Xu Fu's demonic laughter sounded again: "Interesting, but how long can you endure? This authority, exercised through me, is a contest of our standings. I once saw the Vermilion Bird Venerate, so in the Reincarnation Nirvana World, I can summon its power to crush you effortlessly."

"If you were at the Holy Land level now, you could recall your past self, but unfortunately, you're not. All you can do now is endure. If your spiritual will collapses, you'll be completely devoured!"

He sighed: "Hold on a little longer, just a little longer! I can sense the potential within you. Just endure a bit more, and when a breakthrough appears, you'll remember everything! Someone is on the way!"

Boom!

Gu Jianlin once again felt the monumental pressure, crimson blurring his vision, knowing his eyes were bloodshot because his neck was almost being snapped, the pain was unbearable.

He saw a terrifying illusion earlier, a giant truck roaring towards him.

A bizarre human figure in the driver's seat smiled at him.

As the truck crashed with a thundering boom, he felt his whole bones shatter.

His organs shifted and bled.

He spat a mouthful of blood, stumbling back a few steps, yet still forced himself to look up.

As if he wanted to see the face of the Divine clearly.

In an instant, a monumental pressure descended again, world-burning flames ignited.

His eyes were burned into terrifying black holes, stumbling back a few steps.

He couldn't see anything.

Thunder roared in his ears, nearly shattering his eardrums, and all he heard was broken noise.

Strange, who is that old man?

Sometimes he reminds him.

Sometimes he curses him.

He even heard that someone would come to save him, but who could it be? It would be better if nobody came.

Gu Jianlin was actually not afraid of death, he just didn't want to die in ignorance.

Nor did he want to die with regrets.

If he could take down his enemy with him before he died, that would be great.

Boom!

His left leg suddenly throbbed with intense pain, his knee shattered.

Almost falling.

For some reason, he just felt that he couldn't fall.

If he fell, his pride and dignity would collapse with him.

His whole life would be beyond redemption.

Even if he was blind, he could feel the gaze from above the sky.

That kind of gaze, looking down at an ant.

Gu Jianlin really hated that kind of gaze, so he once again, stubbornly supported himself to stand up.

With his near-breaking spine, he forcefully looked up and raised a finger!

For a moment, he felt the terrifying thunder once more.

The raised middle finger twisted and broke on the spot.

Even his heart felt constricted, like being squeezed by an invisible giant hand, about to burst.

His memory faded again, even forgetting why he was there.

Yet at this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him amidst the storm.

Someone was trying to reach him, through the endless storm.

The voice was so familiar, seemingly appearing countless times in dreams, haunting his soul.

Gu Jianlin felt footsteps in the storm, someone broke through it, running towards him with abandon.

Strange, who could it be?

He was skilled in profiling, and in that voice, there seemed to be unprecedented urgency and concern, even hoarseness from shouting all out, a resolution to disregard life and death, and deeply suppressed emotions from years back.

He didn't know who that person was.

Nor did he know how important he was in another's heart.

He ran unconsciously, even with difficulty breathing, his heart pierced with pain, and his bones broken.

With only one leg, he went to find that person.

As if in this world, there would be someone, in his most desperate and painful times, who would abandon everything to come to his side, holding him tightly in their arms, just like so many years ago.

From the endless storm, a girl emerged.

Su Youzhu ran in the storm, her platinum short hair fluttering in the wind, the hem of her nightgown swayed, she didn't know how she got here, only vaguely an old man sent her here.

Her boy seemed about to die here, so she ran on the endless highway without hesitation.

A Divine descended from the sky with monumental pressure, her memory became blurry, her petite body reached its limit, tiny blood beads beneath her fair skin, yet still moved like an agile elf.

The thunder rolled on.