Volume 2, Chapter 180: The Old Man Fishing.
He glanced at the clay sculpture and didn't stop. He planned to go forward and see what the situation was.
It’s not his fault for being cautious, because he is just a soul at this moment.
No spiritual power.
The skill panel he saw was all gray.
It is not usable at all.
He guessed that the system was not there, or there was no carrier, so it could not be started.
As for whether the skills here can be used after reaching three days, I don’t know.
If it really can't be used.
That's a bit tragic.
So you can't blame him for being too cautious. The fact is that at this moment, Ye Tingmu only has a yellow pass on his body and his two pockets are empty.
If burning it really has no effect, then I will really be lost in it.
He headed forward.
I plan to look for it myself first to see if there is the road mentioned by Jian Wushu at the end of the road ahead.
If there really isn't any, there's still time to come back and burn it.
Watching his back return to the soul tide.
The old man who was fishing was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help shaking his head.
"This little fellow is quite cautious. Well, since you're willing to delay, then delay it. Hahahaha, just don't look into the abyss!"
At this moment, he suddenly felt particularly interested in the little guy in front of him.
He squinted his eyes, as if thinking about something.
Then he waved his hand.
Countless stars appeared in the void before his eyes, and with a light flick of his fingers, the starlight turned into stars.
If someone saw such a scene, they would definitely be shocked.
His skinny hands fiddled with the stars from time to time.
Muttering to himself.
"It's been a long time since I've seen someone who could interest me. Well, I'll take a look at your past today, hehe."
Suddenly, the two rays of light in his deep eyes locked onto one of the thousands of light balls.
"That's you."
I just saw him move his hand like that.
The light suddenly shot out.
Standing in the air.
The surrounding sea of stars then dissipated, leaving only this one star.
Then, in the light curtain in front of me.
Countless fragments of the picture were surging wildly at an extremely fast speed.
The picture in the screen flickers at a frequency that ordinary people certainly cannot see clearly.
But the old man is different, he is not an ordinary person.
The picture continued to flash, recording Ye Tingmu's life.
Every moment in everyone's life is recorded.
They are recorded in the years.
It was stored silently.
And this memory should belong only to me.
But there is a river between heaven and earth, which is called the River of Time.
It is condensed from the memories of countless people.
This river stores the memories of everyone in the world.
It stores everyone’s past life.
Even your every breath will be recorded by it.
Finally they converged into this river.
As long as one has strong enough power, one can retrieve anyone's memories over the course of time.
However, there are only a few people in the entire universe who can possess such great supernatural powers.
Just like the old man, by easily exploring the void, he can obtain everything in the long river of time.
In a moment, he found the years that belonged to Ye Tingmu.
Such an existence must have surpassed the ancient gods, and its strength is comparable to that of the ancestor gods.
Or above the ancestral gods.
The light curtain continued to flash.
Eventually dissipated.
The whole process only lasted five breaths.
But Ye Tingmu's entire life has already fallen into the old man's sea of consciousness.
He stroked his long beard.
A big hand flicked.
The starlight dissipated without a trace.
Everything returned to calm, he was still fishing, but there was a dull look in his eyes.
His attention was no longer on the sea of stars where he had just been fishing.
"A creature from before the ancient era? Breaking through the river of time, intending to reorder the universe?"
He muttered and talked to himself from time to time.
His expression changed alternately.
A strange color also appeared in the pupils that had been calm for eternity.
Suddenly, his pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at the endless nothingness and said in a deep voice: "This is really a huge chess game, but it is very interesting. How can such a game be without me?"
His expression changed again.
And then with a smile.
"Since I have encountered it, then this is fate. I have also fallen into a trap and have a glimpse of destiny."
After saying this, he waved his sleeves.
The bamboo pole in his hand disappeared.
The sea of stars is gone now.
He also turned into starlight, slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared.
The starry sea where I was originally fishing disappeared.
Instead, endless black fog rolled and roared.
It seems like it's about to break through here.
Yet, he was restrained by an invisible barrier.
Unable to move.
At this time, Ye Tingmu was still on his way.
Leave the clay sculpture.
I just left not long ago.
He saw the end of the road.
Or the end of the Yellow Springs Road.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace a little.
As it got closer, I suddenly felt excited.
In front of him was the end of the Yellow Springs Road.
It's an abyss.
A huge abyss.
Completely swallow up the entire end of the road.
Countless wandering souls came here and did not stop.
Instead, it began to circle around the abyss.
After going around in a circle and returning to the starting point, you will head towards the abyss.
Then take one step and jump down.
Ye Tingmu walked forward.
He stared down into the abyss, and for a moment, he felt that the abyss was also staring at him.
What was whistling in my ears was the gusts of wind rising from the abyss.
It turned into gusts of wind that slapped his face and floated his hair.
Cold, extremely cold.
The wind is so cold that it seems to be able to freeze your heartbeat.
It makes people feel cold from the outside in and from the inside out.
He swallowed secretly, his eyes fixed on the place where the wandering soul fell.
His eyes were wide open.
Because he saw that after those wandering souls fell.
It will be crushed, dismembered, and then completely swallowed up by the turbulent flow above it.
In the swirling black fog, he could see an extremely tragic scene.
You can even faintly hear the wails of pain.
There were babies crying, resentful women sobbing, strong men screaming, old men weeping, accompanied by the sounds of beasts and the howling of ghosts.
Connected into one.
Filled with this place.
He looked at it like this for three seconds, and suddenly he felt his vision begin to become distorted.
The sounds in my ears are getting louder and louder.
It's getting louder and louder.
He shook his head.
Trying to keep myself awake.
But found indifference.
There seemed to be a voice in his mind, urging him to go down, go down.
There is also an inexplicable force in the abyss, calling him.
His heart was actually beating.
He longed very much for the power in the abyss.
His pupils had turned white at some point, a creepy white.
At this time, Ye Tingmu also fell into a momentary confusion.
The harsh noise no longer rang in his ears.
Instead, there was a pleasant, magnetic and gentle female voice.
"Come on, come quickly, the road is right here."
In a trance, Ye Tingmu saw the abyss in front of him disappear.
Disappeared without a trace.
The biting cold wind just now was gone.
Instead, there was a ray of warm sunshine, completely illuminating his entire body.
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