At the beginning of my transmigration, as an ordinary person, all I felt in the face of death was fear and despair. It was this sentence that gave me hope.
It's like a traveler trapped in the desert, facing an endless expanse, completely disoriented, their body and mind pushed to their limits, and an overwhelming sense of despair washes over them.
But if someone tells you the direction, even if you don't know how far it is, at least having a direction means having hope. Even if you die, you will only die on the road to hope.
Never let them know that you can see this, that you have shown Fang Xiu the way, at least let him know how to survive.
But without those words, he would have been killed far more than eighteen times. He would have resisted, run away, begged for mercy, and tried every possible way to avoid death, but none of it worked.
With this statement in mind, he will only strive in the right direction, knowing clearly in his heart that as long as he ignores it, he can survive.
In fact, what many people lack is not effort, but the right direction to strive for.
Sometimes, choosing the right direction is more useful than hard work.
To give a simple example, when a recent college graduate enters the workforce and faces 360 different professions, who can be certain that they will become the top performer in any particular field?
Perhaps if you become a teacher, you might become a principal someday, but you don't know that you might end up working for a private company, only to be laid off in middle age due to poor company performance, leaving you destitute in your middle age.
Perhaps if you choose to become an actor, you might become a movie star someday, but you don't know that you might end up following your family's arrangements, passing the civil service exam, and working nine-to-five every day, repeating the same routine for the rest of your life.
But if someone explicitly tells you to become an actor, start as an extra, never give up, and that you will definitely become a movie star, the effect is completely different. You will work hard with hope, and even if you fail many times, your hope will not be extinguished.
This is the importance of having a clear direction, and the importance of hope.
The Kunlun maggot erased those words, causing Fang Xiu to lose his way and his inner strength to dissipate. At that time, he was just an ordinary person. After dying multiple times, no one guided him. He didn't even know how to live, and in the end, he could only fall into collapse.
After Fang Xiu's consciousness collapsed, Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness naturally returned.
Upon realizing this, Fang Xiu understood the key to breaking the deadlock.
At this point, his body was almost transparent, and he was nearly invisible.
But he didn't panic at all. Instead, he calmly stretched out his right hand and reached for the Kunlun Mirror.
Upon seeing this, the Kunlun maggot burst into laughter: "Hahaha...you're not trying to stop the Kunlun Mirror from changing the past, are you?"
Do you think you are me?
Even if the Demon God wanted to control the Kunlun Mirror, it would depend on its mood. I can control the Kunlun Mirror because I was born because of it. And you? What gives you the right...?"
The Kunlun maggot's laughter stopped abruptly. He stared at the scene before him in disbelief, his voice trembling.
"This...this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"
Fang Xiu's right hand passed through the surface of the Kunlun Mirror without any hindrance and entered the mirror.
Fang Xiu's lips curled into a sinister smile: "Virtualization, anything is possible."
That's right, it was through his wife's ethereal power that he managed to penetrate the ancient artifact, the Kunlun Mirror, and even enter the river of time through it.
In his current understanding, no one and nothing can stop the etherealization, not even the Kunlun Mirror, nor even the mysterious and unpredictable River of Time.
His hand passed through the Kunlun Mirror, traversed the river of time, and like a Kunlun maggot, arrived at the rented room at the point of his journey.
Suddenly, he broke free of his ethereal form, his fingertips splitting open, blood gushing out, and then he wrote on the ceiling... "Don't let them know you can see this!!"
With just a few strokes, the blood, driven by its own power, instantly transformed into words that covered the entire ceiling.
After Fang Xiu finished writing the last word, his body, which was about to disappear, solidified again.
"Impossible!!" the Kunlun maggot roared in disbelief. "Without the protection of the Kunlun Mirror, how could you be unaffected by the river of time and leave your mark on the past!"
"Perhaps it's because I'm always swimming in the river of time?"
The Kunlun maggot was stunned, not understanding what Fang Xiu meant. How could anyone in this world possibly swim in the river of time?
However, he didn't have time to think much. In a fit of rage, he immediately took action, desperately trying to erase the bloody words on the ceiling, but Fang Xiu naturally wouldn't let him succeed.
The two began to vie for dominance over the course of time.
The Kunlun Maggot, possessing the Kunlun Mirror, is like someone riding a small boat on the sea, while Fang Xiu, through multiple deaths and rewinds, has gained extensive swimming experience, making him a person who swims in the sea.
The two sides continued to struggle, and the bloody words on the ceiling would disappear and reappear intermittently.
Fang Xiu in the picture also woke up at this time.
Unfortunately, this was precisely the time when the word "blood" still existed.
Fang Xiu stared blankly at the blood-red words on the ceiling.
"What happened? Who wrote on my ceiling?"
"Whatever you do...don't...let them know that you can see?"
He subconsciously read the dense, blood-red characters on the ceiling.
"No!!!" The Kunlun maggot roared in agony, and Fang Xiu, having achieved his goal, ceased his struggle with the Kunlun maggot.
Thus, the blood-written words were erased by the Kunlun maggots.
In Fang Xiu's eyes, it was as if he had just finished reading the blood-written words, and then the words had magically disappeared.
In reality, Fang Xiu's body completely solidified and returned to its original state.
He now realized that the blood-written words on the ceiling were actually written by himself, and that the disappearance of the blood-written words was due to the Kunlun maggots.
Who could have imagined that the seemingly ordinary morning when I first traveled here was actually hiding such danger and a struggle that transcended the river of time to love you?
The previous battle of wits with Zhou Qingfeng made him realize that it was not Zhou Qingfeng who wrote the blood words. At the time, he thought it could only be one of the two beings. Now, he realizes that he has overlooked himself.
No one could leave a mark under the watchful eyes of those two beings, except for oneself, caught in the game of chess...
Enraged, the Kunlun maggot was unwilling to give up and wanted to cause more trouble, but Fang Xiu did not give it another chance. Instead, he directly entered the Kunlun Mirror.
His figure manifested in the river of time.
The river flows swiftly, the tides of time surge, the world changes, the sea turns into mulberry fields, the sun and moon revolve, and waves carrying all kinds of great power constantly crash against his body.
But they could not shake him in the slightest. He was as if he did not exist, completely transcending time and unaffected by it.
Steadfast as Mount Tai, it stands proudly above the river of time.
Not far away, the Kunlun Maggot, who was piloting the Kunlun Mirror, looked at Fang Xiu with a shocked expression.
"You...you...you actually stand on the river of time without any protection? How is that possible!?"
"As I said, with the ability to become ethereal, anything is possible," Fang Xiu said calmly.
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