"Where is this?"
When Ye Feng opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a transparent protective shield, and he was slightly stunned looking at the scenery around him.
It seemed like there was a constantly flowing river here, with countless surging rivers hitting the protective shield in front of him, creating countless white waves and foam.
In the waves and foam, he seemed to see some fragments, fragments of his memory.
Wensheng sat aside and stretched out his hand to scoop up a handful of river water.
"Here, this is a long river of memories, a long river of memories that belongs only to you..."
Wensheng spoke lightly, watching the river water in his hand gradually solidify, and before it completely solidified, he put it back into the river.
The river water that was about to solidify into substance turned into flowing liquid the moment it entered the river, flowing happily along the river.
"A river of memories that belongs only to me? Where exactly is this place?"
Ye Feng frowned:
"Could it be that this is deep within my consciousness?"
“It’s okay if you understand it that way.”
Wensheng smiled mysteriously:
"Haven't you always wanted to know who's orchestrating your life? If you want to know, just paddle downstream..."
"You are so powerful, why can't you just take me there?"
Ye Feng frowned. Wen Sheng had brought him here. He looked at the unfamiliar river, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
Besides, there was no way he could extend his hand out of the protective shield as easily as Wensheng.
There was clearly nothing blocking it, so their protective shield would not flow downstream.
"Think about it yourself... I want to reminisce a little more..."
Wen Sheng pointed his skinny finger at Ye Feng's dantian, and his whole body became much more illusory. Then he leaned on the protective shield and gradually sank into the river, disappearing without a trace.
"Literary Saint! Literary Saint!"
Ye Feng shouted, but the only response he got was the sound of river water hitting the protective shield.
Ye Feng was silent, but the next moment, a dazzling light burst out from his dantian.
"This... this is... the third Nascent Soul?!"
Ye Feng looked at the Nascent Soul gradually forming in his Dantian in surprise, somewhat puzzled.
The natural resources and treasures he absorbed initially allowed his cultivation to reach a saturated level, but his third Nascent Soul still hadn't appeared...
In his previous understanding, he always thought that the remaining Nascent Soul required countless precious natural treasures to form... However, now he has a new guess.
The remaining Nascent Souls can only be drawn out through his previous life!
The Martial Ancestor... The Literary Saint... perhaps he had other past lives. Only by encountering the remaining spiritual thoughts of these people would he have the opportunity to form a Nascent Soul again!
"call"
Ye Feng took a deep breath, and countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into his dantian. Combined with the natural treasures he had absorbed before, the third Nascent Soul slowly appeared.
This Nascent Soul was somewhat thin, but it was surrounded by the fragrance of books, and the words of countless saints could be heard faintly around it.
This undoubtedly further confirmed Ye Feng's guess. The domineering aura of the Martial Ancestor's Yuanying, the weak yet filled with the fragrance of books like the Yuanying of the Literary Sage...
The only thing he couldn't understand was the first Nascent Soul that he had formed. This Nascent Soul had its eyes closed all year round and was the only one among many Nascent Souls that was wearing a Taoist robe.
The other two Nascent Souls were completely naked, without any covering.
All these signs undoubtedly prove that his Nascent Soul is unique.
Ye Feng took a deep breath. Now was not the time to think about these things. He wanted to know the truth more!
The truth about this period of his life...
He had always thought that it was his previous life, and that Ye Nanxing and others were arranging his life... However, what Wen Sheng said shattered his understanding...
Did he arrange his own life himself?
How is this possible?
He's not even nineteen yet, how could he possibly have planned this life for himself?!
How could he arrange such a stupid scenario for me, hiding everything from me, making me miserable...
He was going to go downstream of the river to find the truth.
But how can he make this protective shield flow along the river?
Ye Feng had no good solution for the time being.
Even if this was just a divine thought left by Wensheng, it was not something he could understand at his current level of late Nascent Soul.
Wensheng's single strike was enough to annihilate millions of demons!
Ye Feng hit the protective shield with all his might, but couldn't shake it at all.
…
At the bottom of the river, Wensheng closed his eyes tightly. Countless river water entered his body, paused for a moment, and then left his body again.
Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from the corners of Wensheng's eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and a smile appeared on his skinny face.
However, this happy moment did not last long, as the arrival of a figure broke this happy time.
Following a powerful force, the river water fled from Wensheng like a frightened bird. Even if Wensheng stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch even a single drop...
A man wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe descended... If Ye Feng was there, he would be surprised to find that the style and aura of this man's purple-gold Taoist robe were exactly the same as his Nascent Soul!
Even... this man looks exactly like Ye Feng, but compared to Ye Feng, he has a more indifferent temperament.
He ignored everything in the world and looked down at Wensheng who was still trying his best to hold back the river water.
"Let the past be the past, what are you still missing?"
Wen Sheng heard this and stopped waving his hands in mid-air. He turned around and looked at the man:
"Then what are you worried about?"
The man's eyes did not change, and he smiled gently:
"Just a balance"
"That's just the balance you want. You control everything, even yourself... What do you mean by balance? Your preferences? Or your messed-up logic?"
Wensheng spoke through gritted teeth.
The man did not change at all because of Wensheng's questioning, and his eyes fell on Wensheng:
"I won't be wrong... If there is a problem, it will only be a problem with this world, and I will correct it."
Wensheng smiled bitterly:
"You are simply unreasonable. How confident are you... Your invincibility will eventually be defeated by yourself..."
"You mean the one on the river? I'll wait and see... I'm watching what you're planning... I hope you can make my boring life a little more interesting."
The man smiled, and there seemed to be invisible silk threads wrapped around his fingers, and he only controlled half of the silk threads in his hand...
The remaining half seemed to be being pulled by someone in the endless distance, preventing him from fiddling with the silk thread in his hand.
"You can't snatch it from me... If he wasn't on your side, I can't say he's on your side now... Hehe, let me see how much progress you've made in the Seventh Relay Race."
Wensheng clenched his fists tightly, and his originally illusory body became even more illusory. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was as thin as a cicada's wing.
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