Chapter 130 The End of Nine Mountains (Part 1) Going Back
The black car drove smoothly out of the bustling and noisy concrete jungle and turned into a winding mountain road leading to the western suburbs of Shu City.
The mountains on both sides are winding and undulating, with dense camphor trees and cypress trees intertwined in groups. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the layers of leaves, turning into spots of light dancing on Chen Songling's cheeks.
He sat in the back seat with a heavy heart, not paying attention to the scenery along the way. He tapped his knees unconsciously with his fingertips, and looked up at the rearview mirror from time to time - the driver happened to look up as well, and their eyes met. Chen Songling looked away guiltily.
"Uncle Zhang, my mother..."
The driver spoke quickly and calmly, "The wife is not feeling well. Mr. Chen asked her to rest at home. She will not be joining us for the ancestral worship at the old house this time."
A drop of cold sweat fell on Chen Songling's forehead. "Can you give me my phone first? I need to call my agent."
"Don't worry, Master. We've already contacted Huayi Xingtu. Miss Tan has already granted you a month's leave."
"No, does it take a month just to go back to the old house?" Chen Songling argued, stiffening his neck. "I have a variety show to appear on soon, and then a movie to shoot..."
The driver calmly interrupted him, "Master, these are all arranged by Mr. Chen."
The uneasiness that had been lingering in Chen Songling's heart since he left became more and more intense. He looked out the window in an upset mood, but this anxiety not only did not get dispelled, but instead quietly wrapped around and tightened like a vine.
The scenery quickly receded, and the faint outlines of the villas hidden in the mountains appeared. Many families of celebrities and politicians lived here, and media would come to interview them from time to time.
However, Chen Songling always felt that lurking beneath this overly perfect greenery and tranquility, there must be some kind of crisis that was completely different from what he knew.
The words my father said at home before still linger in my mind.
Although he knew this shocking secret about the Chen family, he dared not confide it to anyone. He watched his father's changes with anxiety, and tried to contact Long Zhu and Taoist Master Wang Xiao several times, but decided not to do so after struggling with the issue.
He felt guilty and conflicted.
He feels guilty for enjoying a comfortable and glamorous life now, but is also conflicted about the choice between his family and so-called justice.
After the conversation that day, Shen Fang still disagreed with her son going back to worship the ancestors. Chen Deyin had no choice but to clarify that he just wanted to take advantage of the fact that Master Zhao was doing big things to add some incense to her and show his courtesy, so that his son could get a reputation in front of the other party, which would also bring him a lot of benefits.
Although Chen Deyin argued confidently, Chen Songling was more afraid: his father had become a fanatical cultist and now even wanted to drag his son into this vortex...
He didn't know what was waiting for him in the old house. Before he left, all his communication equipment was confiscated, not even his electronic watch was left.
On the one hand, he believed that his father would never do anything to hurt him, on the other hand, he secretly prayed that Long Zhu would appear to save him from suffering.
The car soon drove into the front yard of the Chen family's old house. There was someone to take care of it regularly, and there were no cobwebs or dust on the door lintel as expected, but the light was inexplicably dim.
After Chen Songling got off the car, the driver took his luggage to the southwest side room.
The villa here is only two stories high, but it is designed in the style of an ancient courtyard. There are four separate living rooms around the four corners of the ancestral hall. The courtyards are connected by corridors and lotus ponds. There are several koi swimming in the pond, and no one knows who feeds them.
He followed the driver into the corridor. It was quiet except for the clatter of their footsteps.
As he walked, he felt more and more strange.
It was sunny all the way here, but as soon as I entered the old house and looked up at the sky, it was already a little dark.
It seems that the closer you get to the center of the courtyard, the less light there is.
The old house is a wooden structure. As it gets older, the floor always squeaks when shoes touch it. The air is filled with a faint musty smell, making people feel a little stuffy.
Turning a corner, Chen Songling paused. He felt a faint sense of presence, a hidden gaze observing him from somewhere. Confused, he looked around and, without warning, caught sight of a pale, gray woman's face in an open window.
Chen Songling's heart tightened and he screamed "Ah" unexpectedly.
"Master, what's wrong?" The driver stopped in front and looked back at him.
Chen Songling pointed at the window: "Someone is looking at me over there!"
At this moment, the woman moved the corners of her mouth very slowly, almost rigidly. She was like a dusty statue, almost blending into the dimness of the old house.
The driver, Uncle Zhang, looked in the direction he pointed and said, "Oh, that's okay. That's my wife. She recovered from her illness a few years ago and now works here." He waved at the woman and said in a normal tone, "She's quite introverted. She might be saying hello to you."
The woman still didn't react. She just turned around slowly and disappeared silently into the deeper shadows like a wandering soul.
Uncle Zhang turned around and gave Chen Songling a comforting smile: "Country people have never seen much of the world. Did they scare the young master?"
Chen Songling forced a smile, but his heart still pounded. He felt that there was something off about what the other person said, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
I simply forgot about these strange places and went to my room to rest.
Uncle Zhang helped him pack his luggage and smiled as he stood at the door. "Mr. Chen's car will be arriving soon. He had some last-minute matters to attend to, so he's a little late. You should rest first. Tomorrow is the official ceremony to worship at the ancestral hall, and the media will be there too."
Chen Songling was a bit puzzled. He wondered what Chen Deyin was planning, and why he hadn't refused the media's visit. With their status, their ancestral worship had been exposed by the media before. Perhaps this time, he didn't want to arouse public suspicion. Although he didn't know what would happen, with the media involved, he might be able to borrow someone's phone to contact Long Zhu.
Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.
It was getting dark outside the window very quickly. The night quickly dyed the sky like thick ink, swallowing up the distant mountains and tree shadows in a silent dark blue.
The rooms in the old house were decorated in Chinese style, and the furniture was extremely heavy. In a blink of an eye, it felt like countless dark shadows were standing there staring at me.
Chen Songling hurriedly showered and lay on the large bed, not daring to open his eyes. The fatigue from the day's travel and the recent days of overthinking weighed on him like a mountain, and his consciousness gradually blurred. In this moment of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, a thought suddenly penetrated his drowsy mind like a drop of ice-cold water, suddenly piercing his drowsy consciousness and jolting him awake.
Speaking of which, regarding Uncle Zhang’s wife…it seemed that he had learned this information from his mother and other people’s casual chats a few years ago. At that time, it seemed that what was said was that Uncle Zhang’s wife had a terminal illness and was beyond saving, so she planned to return to her hometown to wait for death.
Wait, who was that woman I saw in the courtyard before?
Chen Songling suddenly opened his eyes and felt a creepy feeling all over his body.
His memory should be correct. Uncle Zhang is the old man who does the housework at home. At that time, my mother had prepared a funeral gift and was waiting to have someone send it as soon as the funeral was held.
Although he had forgotten whether the funeral gift had been sent out, it now seemed that Uncle Zhang's wife was not dead and was still working in her hometown. How could he have never heard of this?
Wait a minute, is the woman I met this afternoon really... a living person?
A chill instantly shot up from his feet to his head, completely robbing Chen Songling of sleep. He felt his blood run cold. He froze in bed, his ears involuntarily picking up any slightest sound from the corridor outside, or even from the entire old house.
He swallowed hard, and it seemed as if he was back to that night when he was filming at the Princess Mausoleum. Unpleasant memories rushed to his mind. He tucked in his quilt with some anger and thought: Shu City again! Shu City again!
Once he returns to Hecheng, he will never come here again!
Outside the Chen family mansion, along the tree-lined avenue, a white van sat parked in the dark. The people crammed inside were reporters from a relatively unknown local tabloid. They'd somehow managed to find out the Huiyao Group CEO had returned to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors, and they were hoping to secretly get some firsthand information from a major media outlet the next day. However, this place was so remote that the major media outlets had been relocated to a nearby resort, leaving them with limited funds, so they could only spend the night in the van.
The wind blew in when the car window was half open. Fortunately, it was not summer and there was no need to turn on the air conditioner. The mountain breeze mixed with the scent of grass and trees rushed into the car. The two of them were leaning against a pile of photographic equipment and were drowsy.
"Hey! Wake up! Look over there!"
The driver who got out of the car to smoke suddenly ran back and knocked on the window hard.
The two of them woke up instantly, and looked in the direction he pointed in a daze - they saw that the sky, which had a thin purple color just now, quickly turned dark, and a thick cloud spread from the end, drifting quickly to a farther direction, covering the sky. In just half a minute, it covered most of the sky.
This darkness was not like that of an ordinary night. It left no gaps at all, covering the moon, stars, and everything that could emit light.
"Oh my God...take a picture quickly!" The reporter was very dedicated and pushed the photographer next to him.
"Who cares what the phenomenon is! Quick! Lao Wang, the machine!" His voice was a little distorted with excitement: "It started from our side, it's definitely firsthand information!"
"What happened over there? Was there an explosion? I didn't hear any sound..." The driver was a little scared and clasped his hands together, muttering something: "Oh, I remember that was the direction of Qingcheng Mountain."
"Why is there no signal?" The reporter who was holding up his mobile phone to send something was annoyed to find that the signal icon that was full just now turned into "No Service".
"It's the same with me. I can't even make a call!"
“Try the car radio!”
The three of them frantically turned the radio knob, tuning through several channels only to hear static. Just when they were about to give up, the knob pointer suddenly jumped slightly, and then a little boy's voice came out: "...Residents near Qingcheng Mountain in Shu City, please try to go to open areas, or stay in a safe and reliable place and wait... for rescue! ... Please... Zizi——"
At this point, the broadcast signal abruptly stopped, completely drowned out by a heart-pounding, high-frequency noise.
"Lao, Lao Li...are we still recording?"
“…”
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Chen Songling's uneasiness finally reached its peak.
He couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned over and sat up, put on his long-sleeved coat, hurriedly opened the door and walked out. After a moment, he turned back, rummaged through the drawers in the room for a while, and finally put a heavy iron ruler on the desk in his arms and walked out again.
At night, there were quaint lanterns hanging in the corridor of the old house, but the light was very faint, like a few fireflies lying in the corner by chance.
He looked up at the sky. He didn't have anything to tell the time, but intuitively, it was only around seven or eight o'clock, and the sky was already the color of midnight - this black was different from ordinary black. There was not even a star in the sky. The wind seemed to blow into the cracks of his bones, making him feel eerie and cold.
Chen Songling walked for a long time and finally arrived at the area in the middle of the old house. It was the Chen family's ancestral hall, the official venue for tomorrow's ancestor worship.
He glanced at it and suddenly froze.
The lights were on in the ancestral hall, and a vague shadow was projected on the window.
Who? There shouldn't be anyone else here. Is it my father?
It's so late, and he's still preparing for tomorrow's ancestral worship? No... There's nothing he needs to prepare personally. Every time, someone arranges it in advance. He just comes to go through the motions and let the media take some photos for publicity.
Chen Songling held his breath and looked at the shadow on the window, his heart beating wildly, as if attracted by something and moving closer.
Suddenly, a cold, thin hand came from the side and grabbed his wrist.
"Ah!!" Chen Songling was so frightened that he looked back and saw the woman he saw during the day appearing in front of him!
"Don't go over there, don't go over there..." The woman looked terrified and anxious, but in the other person's eyes, her face looked like an evil ghost demanding death in the middle of the night.
Chen Songling took several steps back, but his feet became faster and he ran towards the ancestral hall at a faster pace.
After all, the ancestral hall is a place where the spirits of ancestors are enshrined. In his opinion, it naturally carries a sense of righteousness that protects descendants.
When I arrived at the door and looked back, I saw that the woman had stopped in the distance, as if she was afraid of something in the house and didn't want to come forward.
Chen Songling breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the aged wooden door frame in front of him, and quietly pushed the door open and walked in.
Somehow, although the lights were on in the house, it was eerily quiet. There wasn't even a hint of the scent of incense that one would find in an ordinary ancestral hall. Instead, there was a faint chill.
He thought more and more about his previous experience in the Princess's Tomb, and vaguely felt a similar atmosphere.
Walking in on the cold floor tiles, I saw several decorative columns and a row of seats in front of me. At the end, the niches were densely packed with several layers of ancestral tablets. The strange thing was that there was no one around, and I didn't know who the person reflected in the window was.
He walked slowly in, and from time to time he could hear an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible whimpering sound, as if countless people were wailing in pain deep underground.
A chill ran up his spine, and he no longer cared about anything else. He hurriedly quickened his pace, walked around the main hall, and came behind the wall.
There was also an entire wall of memorial tablets behind him! His father, Chen Deyin, lay slumped on the mat, as if he had passed away. His cheeks were dark and his face was haggard, but his eyes shone with a chilling eagerness and madness.
Chen Songling was so scared that he took a few steps back and bumped into the shelf behind him.
Chen Deyin slowly stood up and walked towards him: "Xiaojun, you're here."
"You see, this is the true foundation of my Chen family."
Chen Songling looked pale. He had never felt his father so terrifying as he did today.
He noticed that these densely packed and stacked ebony tablets, numbering no less than a thousand, did not seem to be dead objects. Thick, inky black air was steaming from the wooden tablets. The black air twisted and squirmed, vaguely condensing into the outlines of human faces howling in pain. Countless tiny, desperate pleas and curses intertwined together, impacting Chen Songling's three views like a tide.
"Dad, what is going on? Didn't you say it was just an ordinary ancestor worship ceremony?" His voice was slightly tearful.
Chen Deyin stood in the center of this vortex of pain, his arms outstretched, his face filled with excitement and intoxication. "Xiaojun, Master Zhao's avenue is almost complete. We can follow her and reach the top of the world!"
Chen Songling was trembling all over. He found that the black air condensed into a stream and floated out of the window to a far place.
It is the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.
"Dad!" He felt extremely desperate: "This is an evil way, this is not the right way, this is an evil way!!"
"What do you know? What do you know!" His voice was twisted and excited. "This ancestral hall was built to imprison these souls. It was built for this day! What's the meaning of living? We should stand on a higher ground. This is the true meaning! Xiaojun!"
Chen Songling was terrified. He dodged Chen Deyin's attempts to tear him apart and cried, "You're not my dad. Woohoo! You're not my dad! My dad never believes in these things. Who are you?"
Chen Deyin's expression was grim: "I'm doing this for your own good."
As he said this, he dragged Chen Songling to the cushion without mercy and made him kneel on it. There seemed to be spells appearing on the ground around him. Chen Songling's mind was instantly captured, and it seemed that a disgusting aura enveloped his whole body. His soul was about to leave his body and dissipate in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain along with the black air. The next second, a light blue light suddenly appeared.
Chen Deyin was shocked: "What is that?!"
Chen Songling seemed to be suffering in ice and fire. He screamed, and the light blue spiritual light dissipated. He actually broke through the shackles, stood up from the mat, took out the ruler hidden in his arms, and while struggling to resist, he accidentally hit Chen Deyin next to him on the forehead.
Chen Deyin stumbled and took a few steps back, covering his head. His cheeks trembled unnaturally. "Where...where did this spiritual energy come from?"
Chen Songling regained consciousness. He looked at the thin layer of protective spiritual energy on his palm with joy. He looked at his father with a complicated expression: "The girl that my great-grandfather met, I also met."
"That promise was actually true..." Chen Deyin was stunned, and gradually, an unwilling expression emerged: "Xiaojun, since you know that girl really exists, you should understand that once we stand at the same level as her, we will have great power... Immortality is secondary, even this world can..."
"Dad! Wake up!" Chen Songling glared at him. "So what if there are monsters and demons in this world? It's none of my business! I just want to be a down-to-earth rich second-generation who spends money. I really don't want to become an immortal or a demon. Why do you have to force your ideas on me?!"
"Besides, this scene doesn't look like becoming an immortal, Dad!" He pleaded earnestly, "Will you come home with me? Let's not do anything illegal. I still have some savings and can support you and Mom. Even if I get banned, the worst that can happen is I can start a livestream on Douyin to sell goods..."
Chen Deyin's face turned increasingly darker. He suddenly twitched, covered his chest, and fell straight down.
The spirit tablets in the hall trembled, and countless black auras seemed to be gloating, wanting to drag his soul into the summoning of the Punishment Department.
Chen Songling waved the iron ruler, trying to dispel the lingering black air.
In the chaos, he slammed into the altar that was filled with pitch-black spirit tablets. Countless spirit tablets crashed to the ground, and the souls imprisoned in them seemed to have found an outlet to vent. They fled madly, making sharp whistles.
Chen Songling seemed to have a sudden inspiration, and he pulled down all the spirit tablets in the front and back halls and smashed them to pieces.
In this venting of anger, the almost exhausted light blue spiritual energy in his hand just managed to break through the restraints of the tablet. The chains of the Punishment Department were broken, and the souls no longer howled and struggled. They regained their freedom, as if they were reborn.
Perhaps tomorrow morning, all major media outlets will be dominated by the news that "the filial son and grandson of Huiyao Group smashed up the ancestral mourning hall like a devil child coming to the world."
It doesn’t matter, just do it!
Until he picked up the last wooden plaque, he saw the words "The spirit tablet of the late father Chen Yongnian" engraved on it.
The strange thing is that this one is the only one that does not have a trace of black air on it.
Chen Songling paused for a moment, then respectfully placed the tablet back in its place. After a moment's thought, he bowed respectfully three times, muttering, "You didn't help the evildoers. You're an upright gentleman. I'll put it back for you."
"There will be no more of these filthy things in the Chen Family Ancestral Hall. Rest in peace."
The tablet stands alone on a high place, and its long shadow looks a little lonely.
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On the Qingcheng Mountain Square, the survivors woke up one after another and looked around in confusion.
The bottomless pit in front of him still existed, and the collapse that almost swallowed everything was not an illusion.
Everyone struggled to stand up and looked at each other. Wang Suqing saw Long Zhu, whose body was charred and her hair was disheveled, and the Three Talents Ring tightly grasped between her fingers, and she suddenly understood.
It was the other party who, at the critical moment, took the Sancai Ring back from Bai Heye, used the space magic weapon in it to bring everyone into the shelter, and then passed through the barrier with his own strength and returned to the ground.
"Thank you." Ruan Mengxiu also understood the truth and nodded in a hoarse voice.
Bai He also stood at the edge of the tiankeng with a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the cavity. The long period of nightmare state had caused his spiritual energy to be excessively depleted, and two streams of blood and tears burst out from his left and right eyes one after another.
He was completely unaware and only frowned: "Tianjiu succeeded after all."
At that moment, Tianjiu pushed Wang Fengxu into the stone gate, completing the final ninth person.
Even though Meng Bujiu had been guarding the Immortal Gate for a hundred years, he could not resist the arrival of this day.
"Master Lingsu, what exactly will happen after this?" Master Ying San was seriously injured at the bottom of the pit. He clutched his waist and abdomen, panting and looking up, eagerly seeking the truth: "Could your disciple really have become an immortal?"
"Third Brother Ying, don't you understand?" Ruan Mengxiu's face was cold. "To become an immortal is to become a demon. When new demons are born, the old world will be annihilated. The only thing that will last forever is the Nine Mountains. We are just a group of passers-by. Humph, we have all been deceived by this so-called world's rules! Practitioners have worked so hard to achieve the great way, but in the end, the entire world is destroyed!"
Wang Suqing slowly lowered her head. "Once this secret is revealed to the world, chaos will inevitably follow. My senior brother acted on his own will and made many mistakes in order to protect this secret and the Immortal Sect..."
“But this day has finally arrived.”
An indescribable feeling of oppression instantly gripped everyone's heart. No one knew what kind of changes this would trigger, but the sudden change in the celestial phenomena already foreshadowed something ominous—dark clouds formed above the pit, gradually devouring the surrounding light at a speed visible to the naked eye, rapidly spreading across the vast expanse of the earth.
Long Zhu suddenly sensed something. At this moment, she clearly felt that in the depths of the Nine Mountains that were closely related to her, the ninth new seed was absorbing the energy dissipated by the collapse of the old world at an unprecedented speed, and was sprouting vigorously.
This is a trend that even she cannot stop, the transition from the old to the new and the replacement of the world.
"What's going on!" A frightened cry came from the side.
An agent from the Alien Management Bureau standing at the edge gradually became transparent. In the blink of an eye, he faded so much that he seemed to be about to disappear.
And this is just a sign of the beginning.
One, two, ten... The people in the square, ranging from those with different levels of cultivation, began to disappear silently one after another.
At the same time, in this vast world, whether it is a bustling and noisy city or a quiet and ancient countryside, passers-by walking on the streets, students running and jumping on the school playground, workers busy shuttling in the office building... at the same moment, one after another began to become transparent.
From living beings to matter, everything will evaporate and dissipate, preparing fresh fertile soil for the next world. This has been the rule since ancient times.
And at this delicate moment, the fog deep in Long Zhu's consciousness suddenly dissipated.
She remembered.
In Jiushan's eyes, the world is just like a chess game in the eyes of humans, and the opportunity for her to return to Jiushan is the end of this game.
No wonder the Taoist priest lied to her.
The memories of the past came flooding back like a tide, and the road leading to the Nine Mountains was extremely clear in the depths of her soul. However, it was too late now, and she had become one of the perishing ones.
Not only her, but also Tianxiao, the Five Elements, Wind and Thunder, they all became burial objects of the old world.
Lei Xiao's words suddenly emerged from his memory.
——“Go back.”
Yes, she could go back.
In an instant, countless scenes flashed through her eyes, and finally settled into one of clarity and determination.
Established rules aren't inviolable, established fate isn't irreversible. At the crossroads of all things' end and rebirth, she spread out her palm, a faintly glowing fragment of soul quietly suspended, casting a hazy, frail shadow of Wang Fengxu—a wisp of Wang Fengxu's own soul that she had quietly snatched away in a split second, taking advantage of Tianjiu's unpreparedness.
Wang Suqing looked at the shadow, her eyes lit up slightly, but then dimmed again in a moment.
Even if a trace of Wang Fengxu's soul was preserved, what would it matter? Tianjiu's plan was still successful. Even if the person pushed into the stone gate lacked soul and spirit, it would not prevent the new Jiuxiao from being born.
Wang Fengxu still didn't know what had happened. His memory was fragmented. He looked blankly at his master's wife and Long Zhu, then touched his own transparent "body": "...What's wrong with me?"
Long Zhu looked at him, his voice calm, "Xiao's lifespan is as long as the present universe. We, the Mountain Guardians, are visitors who traveled back in time. From the birth of the world until its end, we will travel back in time and transform back into the original 'seed'."
"And when this 'seed' blooms again, there will be a brand new soul inside."
She murmured, "There are nine demons in the world. The strongest existence in human mouth is nothing more than a hotbed for nurturing new people."
Long Zhu's gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Wang Fengxu's astonished face: "Using 'Four Seas Returning to the Abyss' in reverse will truly 'break the delusion'."
"I will use your ability to disrupt the rules of the world's restart. The moment you use the Delusion Breaking ability, I will do my best to expand its influence to the entire world."
She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, pinched her fingers together, and spiritual power appeared between her eyebrows: "But there is only one chance."
Wang Fengxu's eyes went from panic to astonishment, and then gradually became calm and determined. He clenched his fists and said, "I can give it a try."
The remaining people also saw the determination to fight to the death in each other's eyes. Their companions kept disappearing from their side, and those who stayed behind unreservedly transferred their remaining spiritual power to Wang Fengxu's shadow - gathering the thoughts of all living beings, making his soul more solid and his spiritual power more abundant.
"It has to be done in reverse..." Wang Fengxu spread out his palms and slowly closed his eyes: "To activate the Four Seas Return to the Abyss in reverse, does that mean the hand gestures have to be done in reverse as well?"
A tiny glimmer of light suddenly ignited in his chest, and then spread rapidly like wildfire.
Under the dark clouds, the city was like a tiny and weak star, flickering and jumping imperceptibly.
Long Zhu suddenly made a move, channeling the light through his palm, magnifying it hundreds of times.
The light suddenly rose from Mars into a sea of fire that devoured the sky, instantly licking away the dark clouds covering the top of the mountain.
The sea of clouds began to flow backwards.
The light and shadows of countless stars, sun and moon appeared and disappeared rapidly in the long river of time. The entire collapsing order seemed to be suddenly strangled by the throat. All things appeared in a strange and chaotic state. They even saw the sun and the moon coexisting in the sky.
All these scenes are extremely bizarre, magnificent and psychedelic, far beyond the limits of people's understanding, but it does not prevent them from being fascinated and shocked by them.
At this moment, they felt the true nature of the "Tao" that they had been pursuing all their lives.
Finally, the light became stronger and stronger, swallowing up all existence and all perception without question, changing from the previous extreme black to the current extreme white.
The sky is white, the earth is white, and the dividing line between the two disappears.
I don’t know how long it took.
Long Zhu opened her eyes and her vision returned to normal. She was already in a completely different, familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere of heaven and earth.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
With the help of the ability to break delusion, it seems that the end of this "game" has been prevented.
But the way the world responded to her...
It sent her back to the time before everything happened.
——The white light dissipated, the sky became clear blue, and there was only a sliver of smoke on the country road.
She stood by the yellow dirt road and saw a pair of young eyes in the arms of the woman in front of her, holding the baby in swaddling clothes.
The woman gently teased the baby in her arms with a rattle, and the child curiously reached out to touch it.
This scene is extremely ordinary, a tiny microcosm in the vast universe, and it seems particularly insignificant in Xiao's long and boring life.
Long Zhu looked at the baby from afar, and in a trance he remembered what Tian Jiu said in front of the stone gate: "Darkness is shameless, greed is insatiable."
But before that...
You once loved this world, right?
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