LEGEND OF THE GOD OF WAR

Ch.77_Life before incarnation (Revision)

"Where's this? what am I supposed to do?" Xun panicked while pacing back and forth hoping to find a solution.

Sahran also did not stay still, he tried to pull his hand but still there was no change.if he kept pulling it maybe his hand would be injured.

Xun tried to calm Sahran down as much as possible, hoping that he would have more time to think.

Xun's move came to a halt when he had one idea, it could be that this was the last path he could take "I don't have much choice, it's the only way that Sahran could be helped, he said, by cutting off his hands, he can be saved"

As Xun turned around, he saw Sahran who had been lying limp on the ground "Since when..."

Xun was caught off guard by the sight of sahran emitting a bluish aura from his body, "ultimately, the protective king of the universe has a successor!" He said, holding both hands on his chest.

His hands began to cool, he could not feel the two as if numb, his tongue was twisted and his voice was starting to wither. At the same time he could see the life before he was born, how he lived and how he could die, who was his mother and father and who became who. Everything was clear and clear in his ears.

In his previous life he was called a holy master or Wu Ji of the nine-leaf lotus temple, he was a hero who saved millions of lives and created thousands of martial potentials.

Wu Ji was the emperor of the star oceanic palace and the creator of the legendary 1000 skyline.

He chooses to become immortal by continuing to train, but one day when his training is over and enters a phase where all his strength is weakened. Wu Zhao's son stabbed Wu Ji from behind with a hot iron to the point of falling down "Dad don't worry, your son will take care of the star palace, so rest in peace" He said with a smile towards Wu Ji.

Wu Ji as if in disbelief, his son who had been taken care of until he grew up, could kill his own biological father "Ka–kau, Ukhuk! You bastard!"

Wu Ji's gaze began to blur, his face was pale, his lips were blue, his body was cold and slowly his eyes began to close, falling asleep for good.

Deep down, Wu Zhao was actually feeling very guilty, he felt sad over the passing of his father. But it was greed that drove him to do so "I'm sorry father."

Wu Zhao brought his father's body into the basement, other than Wu Ji and Wu Zhao no one knew the existence of this secret room.

He put his father's body into a gold-plated glass chest that was a magic tool. Whatever goes into that crate will not be damaged or rotten, it will preserve Wu Ji's body for Millions of years. Wu Zhao also placed a sword belonging to his father that had separated thousands of heads from the enemy's body during the war.

"Dad, calm down there" Wu Ji slammed down and left with an innocent look, but without him noticing a single tear appearing in his eyes.

In memory of his late father, Wu Zhao made a gold inscription that read "WU JI" and the Three poems behind it.

"All the way is taken in peace, Favour feet touch the ground pass like flying, warm green tea deliciously staring at the pond full of fish, However they live without burden.

Leaning on the shoulders of the iron body, speaking to the wood that had turned to ashes, the ground would be timeless, then he lay without life.

He's my father, and I'm the one who doesn't know what the iron body is, I don't know because wood turns to ash until it has to wait for something new, I can only blame the water that makes the land a thousand, and then I don't know the time to take my happiness"