Volume 3, Chapter 145: Read the sadness in his eyes.
His final request for help did not win the favor of the true spirit. What he got was still the cold sword of Ye Tingmu. The souls of the heavens fell into the endless dark abyss, and were eventually disintegrated bit by bit by a mysterious force and became a part of Ye Tingmu's endless sea of consciousness, and a part of his power.
Until now, he was still repenting, repenting that it was his decision that led them into the helplessness and despair they are in today.
It was he who went against the will of the True Spirit and caused the war to break out in other planes prematurely, so the great True Spirit, their mother, chose to turn a blind eye at the last moment of her life.
He made a mistake, the only one in his life, and the price was extinction.
The nine star beasts came to Ye Tingmu's side at this time and surrounded him while he was being devoured.
At this moment, they can finally let go of their inner tension and have a good rest.
This fight lasted a bit too long.
Looking at Ye Tingmu who was in enlightenment, the nine star beasts smiled at each other.
The Starry Sky Kuiniu, controlling countless thunderbolts, grinned, "I remember when we first met, he told me he was the strongest man in the world and told me to follow him and I would definitely dominate the starry sky. Now that I think about it, time has flown by so quickly."
Taotie, who controlled the world's greed, also laughed and said, "That's right. He came up to me and told me that he would be the king in the future. I was wondering where he came from. How could he dare to brag so much in front of the great Star Beast? I didn't expect it to come true. He really did what we couldn't do before and devoured all ten spirits of the heavens. It was awesome."
Kunpeng, who was standing aside, had bad memories flashing through his mind. It was a painful past and also a shadow cast on his life.
"Oh... I really didn't believe it at first, but he really beat me up. It was so miserable, wuwu."
Upon hearing this, the other beasts burst into laughter, and their deep voices echoed for a long time in this world of the heavens.
Star Turtle spoke to comfort him.
"Brother, believe me, you didn't even feel miserable. I felt miserable back then. You don't even know that he wasn't even human back then. Can you imagine being beaten to the point of signing a contract with a tiny human?"
The other beasts gasped. At this moment, they seemed to be able to feel and resonate with the sadness in the Starry Sky Turtle's mouth, and their expressions changed from gloomy to bright.
They chatted occasionally, killing the boring time and dispelling the constant tension that had lasted for nearly tens of millions of years.
"It's been almost ten million years. That's quite a long time..."
"Isn't it? Ten million years, what a long time."
"We've only been fighting for ten million years, but he's shouldered everything and wandered this starry sky for 150 million years. The laws of the universe state that an era lasts 50 million years, and he's walked through three eras. Tsk tsk."
Upon hearing this, their eyes all turned to Ye Tingmu, their gazes always scrutinizing him.
For them, the man in front of them had eyes full of stories, and such stories made them yearn for them.
Over the endless years, they had tried to ask about the story inside, but he always just smiled.
"Old Turtle, just take this as a plea from me. Please tell us the story of what the boss has experienced. What did he go through?"
"That's it, tell me about it?"
"Yes, I beg you too."
Feeling the gossipy gazes of the eight beasts, the corners of the Starry Sky Turtle's mouth twitched.
"You guys are not, this..."
"Really, please."
"Yes, please."
The Starry Sky Turtle rolled his eyes helplessly, looked in the direction of the Eternal Fairyland plane, and sighed.
Ye Tingmu didn't want to mention that memory because it would be very painful for him.
But it was also in pain, even though it had only been with them for more than nine thousand years, which was just a fleeting moment in its long life.
But that memory is also something it cannot let go of. Only in those nine thousand years did it feel that it was truly alive.
Just because of them.
Jinghong who loves fighting, Qingfeng who likes to fool people, the upright Fenghe, the gentle Guanqi, the mischievous Jianwushu... Familiar faces flashed through its mind, and their every bit formed the most colorful picture of its life, outlining an extraordinary life.
But in the end, all of this was destroyed bit by bit and disappeared bit by bit before its eyes.
The tearing pain also made it impossible to forget during this long time.
Time can never heal sadness and pain. All it can do is make the suffering people accustomed to the pain, so that you have the illusion that it is not so painful. The same is true for sadness...
"When I think back to those days, everything was really wonderful. It was the most beautiful time of my life..."
The story unfolds in its tone and perspective, falls into the ears of the eight beasts through their words, reunites in their minds, and begins to be played in front of them like a movie.
It was a magnificent period, a period of ups and downs, and a soul-stirring song.
As the autumn wind blows, I miss my loved ones no matter where I am.
The splendor of the story makes them yearn for it, the plot of the story makes them palpitate, and the ending of the story makes them regretful.
They were excited by the heroic spirit and bravery of the people inside.
Because children's lives are trivial, they are immersed in love.
In short, they were immersed in the story and felt sadness, excitement, joy, excitement, and happiness with the characters in the story.
What touched me the most was the feeling of being unable to let go.
At the end of the story, they fell silent, looking at the man in front of them, the boss they had followed for hundreds of millions of years, heartache appeared in their eyes for the first time.
His past is like the cold and hot seasons of the world, which is too numerous to describe in words.
It was the poet's broken writing that left the mark, while others remained silent.
The moment he landed on the chessboard, both the black and white pieces were his.
When the spring breeze blows across the fields, it startles the surging rivers.
The green mountains are inferior to my grandeur, and the heaven and earth are inferior to my vastness.
The world is cold and indifferent, and he is the sad and beautiful lone wild goose in the setting sun.
After that day, there was no news of his missing.
He was never the weak and graceful character in graceful lyrics, but rather the vigorous and romantic character in bold poems.
No! Everything is an illusion. He is just a bright but lost flame in the night.
At this moment, they understood the sadness in his eyes for the first time.
"Boss, it's really hard."
"Looking back, there is no one. What a sadness it is."
"Everything he had tried so hard to protect in his life was falling before his eyes, and he was powerless to do anything about it. I feel suffocated just thinking about it."
"Boss is always a living being, and as a living being, he will be imprisoned by emotions and become weak."
"Nonsense! That's why the boss is so strong. I really hope we can win soon so he can get what he wants. I also want to experience the same prosperity as him."
"This idea is good, count me in, hehe."
"No, I want to be with Baihu brother."
"No, I refuse. I don't like Feng."
"I'm just saying, can we not let the species get stuck like this?"
"If you don't mind gender, I can actually, hehe!"
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