Endless darkness, like a deep-sea current, wrapped around Lin Qiye and slowly sank with his body.

His hollow eyes stared at the nothingness before him, like a doll without a soul. He was swallowed by the darkness and had no power to resist. He just kept sinking, sinking, sinking with the ocean currents around him...

Every time he felt that he had fallen into the dark abyss, there was always a force that forcibly held him up and continued to sink.

Lin Qiye didn’t know how long he had been sinking, maybe a day, maybe a month, maybe a year.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning of existence, and only darkness and chaos are the eternal melody.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

"--Who are you?"

A glimmer of spirit suddenly returned to Lin Qiye's empty eyes. He blinked and looked in a trance in the direction where the sound came from, towards a corner of endless darkness.

He saw a child of about six or seven years old standing quietly in the darkness, looking at him with a frown.

Is that me?

The moment he saw the child's face, Lin Qiye was stunned.

The child looked almost exactly like himself when he was young, the only difference was that the gaze he gave himself was as deep and bottomless as the abyss around him.

The child frowned at him and spoke again:

"--Who are you?"

"I am Lin Qiye."

Hearing this answer, the child frowned even more tightly. He squinted at Lin Qiye for a moment and shook his head:

“——I’m wrong…”

"What's wrong?"

"——You, not me."

As the last word fell, a thunder suddenly sounded in Lin Qiye's mind, and the darkness around him rapidly churned.

At this moment, a golden light ignited from the darkness above Lin Qiye's head, like a sacred scorching sun, quickly tearing the darkness apart. A mysterious force suddenly entangled Lin Qiye's body, pulling his consciousness, and rapidly rising towards the scorching sun!

"Huh?"

A puzzled voice came from the scorching sun. The moment Lin Qiye heard the voice, he was slightly startled, and felt that it sounded somewhat familiar.

Before he could figure out the identity of the voice, his figure was completely integrated into the golden light. Endless light filled his vision and a strong feeling of dizziness enveloped his heart.

…

Lin Qiye suddenly sat up from the green grass.

His eyes widened, the gold in his pupils faded like the tide, his voice was extremely hoarse, beads of sweat the size of beans hung on the tip of his nose, and he looked like he had just finished strenuous exercise and was sweating profusely.

As he gradually regained consciousness, Lin Qiye's breathing gradually calmed down. A hand gently patted his back, and a gentle voice came from his ear.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Lin Qiye's body trembled, he quickly turned his head and saw Yang Jin sitting next to him, his eyes full of worry.

"A Jin..." Lin Qiye stayed there for a long time before coming back to his senses. Fragmented fragments of memory came to his mind, linking all the causes and consequences together. "Am I not dead?"

"The Lord of Heaven saved your life, and just now the Seraph Michael saved you with a miracle." A smile appeared on Yang Jin's face.

"Brother, you survived."

Michael...isn't He on the moon?

By the way, that light exclamation in the darkness just now seemed to be His voice.

So what were those things that I just saw?

Many questions flooded into Lin Qiye's mind, but he no longer had the energy to think about them. After coming back to life, his mind was still very confused and he needed some time to adjust himself.

Lin Qiye supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying to stand up, but his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Yang Jin, who was standing by, quickly reached out to support him and said, "The Lord of Heaven said that the vitality in your body has just revived, and your muscles need to adapt again. You can't do strenuous exercise."

Yang Jin kicked the little black calf who was sleeping soundly on the ground. The latter somersaulted on the ground, raised his head blankly, and when he saw Yang Jin's gaze, he immediately transformed into a black and gray dog-skin wheelchair.

Yang Jin helped Lin Qiye sit on the wheelchair, pushed the handle himself, and slowly moved away.

"Where is Tianzun? Where is Michael?"

"The two of them were discussing something in the hall, seemingly negotiating a deal."

"trade……"

Lin Qiye suddenly remembered that when he met Michael again during the Cangnan catastrophe, He also mentioned that the reason He passed the [Mortal Divine Realm] to Lin Qiye was because Daxia Lingbao Tianzun had made some kind of transaction with Him a hundred years ago.

From this point of view, Michael's relationship with the gods of Daxia seems to have always been good?

A sweet breeze brushed across Lin Qiye's cheek. Several cranes circled above him and Yang Jin. The dense spiritual energy along with the fragrance of lush green grass flowed into his nostrils, and his pale face gradually regained its color.

Yang Jin pushed Lin Qiye across the green space and across the Lingxi Bridge. Neither of them spoke a word, but just quietly enjoyed this long-awaited reunion.

Lin Qiye closed his eyes, basking in the sun while lying comfortably in the dog-skin wheelchair, and couldn't help but sigh at the magic of fate.

Four years ago, Lin Qiye would never have dreamed that one day he would meet Yang Jin again in such a way and in such a place.

"Brother." Behind him, Yang Jin pushed the wheelchair and spoke softly.

"Um?"

"How have you been these years?"

"...Not bad, isn't it?" Lin Qiye smiled. "Why? You want to hear my story?"

"I'm a little curious." Yang Jin answered truthfully, "I thought you would be very powerful, but I didn't expect that in just a few short years, you would have come this far..."

"I have indeed been through a lot... If you want to hear it, I will tell you. Anyway, we have plenty of time now."

Lin Qiye turned his head and looked into Yang Jin's eyes. "But before that, I also have a question for you."

Yang Jin stared at him, "What?"

"Are you Yang Jian... or Yang Jin now?"

Yang Jin was slightly stunned. He was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, Lin Qiye shook his head and turned back with a smile.

"Forget it, this question is not important... No matter whether you are Yang Jian or Yang Jin, in my heart, you are my brother."

Yang Jin stood there for a while, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he hummed, and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.

"Speaking of which, being able to recognize the legendary and famous Erlang Shen as his younger brother, as an elder brother, I am really lucky."

"Brother, haven't you always liked to take advantage of others since you were a child?"

"? How can I have that?"

"Every time Aunt Liu next door set up a stall to sell eggs, you were shameless enough to offer buy one get two free. You were obviously a blind person, but you snatched the eggs and ran away faster than anyone else..."

"That's an outsider. When have I ever taken advantage of my family? Don't talk nonsense..."

“…”