In the ending
Xiao Cha didn't know how long he stayed alone in the dark that day.
Countless memories flooded into his mind. He was the protagonist in the memory, or perhaps not the protagonist in the memory, and he experienced 'their' life.
He didn't know when he suddenly realized that the people in his memory were all reincarnations of the same person.
And I am also a part of it.
When Xiao Cha realized this, a string in his mind broke. The so-called modern society, time travel, and novels were all just a cycle, something that was destined to be experienced.
Who am I?
Xiao Cha looked at the memories surrounding him, and gradually he could no longer distinguish them.
But if this isn't a novel, then what is this system? Why can I know what others will experience in their lifetime?
Xiao Cha felt that there were two thoughts constantly colliding in his mind. They were dividing him, making him suffer, and making him confused.
He huddled in the darkness.
I don’t know my real name, whether it is his original name.
His eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he saw a flash of light moving in the distance. He stood up and seemed to hear something calling.
Yes, he originally belonged there.
Xiao Cha's steps were staggering. He was originally walking, but as he walked, he started to run. His ears, which had been silent before, gradually began to hear the sound of wind as he ran.
Until someone spoke to him.
"Master Demon God, you should be awake now."
Lord Demon God.
This book... no, a powerful existence in this world is actually related to himself. This is an absurd fact.
Xiao Cha did not have any intention of rejecting it. Instead, when he heard the words of the Demon God, he was like a rotten wooden boat floating in the endless sky, and finally reached the other side.
Xiao Cha is a god who is not tolerated by heaven and earth. He was born tens of thousands of years ago, cultivated into a human, and then cultivated into a god. Every time he was in seclusion and every time he fell asleep, it meant that the things around him were constantly changing. When he came out again, he found that the world had quietly become another appearance. Over the past hundreds of years, he actually learned to be lonely. He could not stand the loneliness, so he drew out a few strands of his soul and created three golden bodies with the same lifespan as heaven and earth, which were served by three demon servants.
Being able to grow as long as the sky and live as long as the earth is against the way of heaven. The golden body is also against the way of heaven.
Perhaps the way of heaven was always afraid of Xiao Cha, the unshakable tree, and twisted the destiny of the universe, forcing him to fall and his golden body to disappear. He was forced to dive into reincarnation, constantly searching for his lost self.
The Heavenly Dao knew that this great demon god, whose life span was as long as the heaven, would never die, so it changed his fate for thousands of years, preventing the human and demon races from becoming immortals and gods.
It was afraid that he would come back.
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Suddenly, countless dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the originally drizzling rain gradually turned into a heavy downpour.
The black clouds continued to roll, looking like they were about to destroy the world.
The Great Demon Servant of the God saw this scene and thought to himself, "Is he discovered already?"
Then he decisively ran into the hall, and even faster than his movement was a flash of lightning.
"Boom—"
It directly split through the roof of the hall.
Then several more thunderbolts fell from the sky.
Without exception, they all headed towards the figure of the mortal boy.
When the great demon servant saw this scene, he threw his flute out directly to block the first powerful thunder.
This ancient flute is of top-grade quality. Although it has not yet formed a spirit, it was able to withstand three heavenly thunders when it was fully trained. However, this time it was quite unexpected that the second heavenly thunder broke through the flute's barrier and directly hit the flute itself.
In an instant, a crisp sound of shattering was heard in the hall.
Everyone only saw a flash of light hitting the boy's forehead.
Faced with the heavenly thunder that even a Mahayana cultivator might not be able to withstand, everyone felt that the young man was doomed to die this time.
“Whoosh—”
The originally majestic thunder suddenly disappeared completely.
The young man was still standing there, his hair a little messy, covering a pair of sharp eyes with a hint of tenderness.
"That heavenly thunder just now! No, shouldn't this little human race be dead for sure?" Huai Zusu muttered softly.
A hint of surprise flashed in Hu Qianji's dark eyes, and his eyes were full of the young man and his upright posture.
For some reason, he felt that the boy in front of him had become a different person, but nothing had changed.
Hu Qianji realized it belatedly and frowned.
No, it has changed. That expression is too ostentatious.
Xiao Cha's black pupils rolled upwards nonchalantly, and his eyelids lifted slightly, with teasing hidden in them.
"It's been a long time."
These words were not spoken to anyone present, but to Heaven.
"Acha..." Song Liubai stood up with the support of his knees. He swallowed his saliva, and every broken bone in his chest was affected. His face turned pale with pain.
But his eyes were always fixed on the boy firmly.
He saw all the strange phenomena just now, but there was no fear in his eyes, only worry for the young man.
Xiao Cha raised the corners of his lips into a perfect arc, almost smiling, but not saying anything, he just shook his head.
When Song Liubai saw this scene, the huge stone that had been pressing on his heart suddenly fell down, and at the same time, the blood clots that had been suppressed in his chest were no longer blocked.
"Ahem..." Song Liubai half-knelt on the ground. He was afraid that Xiao Cha would see him like this, so he lowered his head and quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Just then, a shadow fell in front of me.
Before Song Liubai even looked up, he knew who was coming. Then he felt the satin sleeves sliding across his neck, and then his hairband was gently stroked.
Song Liubai's breathing became consistent, and he heard the young man say with a smile: "Liubai, I want to eat some steamed buns after we get down the mountain."
"I didn't bring any money, so you have to pay for this."
Then a gentle yet powerful spiritual power was transmitted to every corner of his body, and Song Liubai's eyes widened.
"But before that, I'm afraid you still have to wait for me." Xiao Cha withdrew his hand and turned around.
The Demon-Slaying Sword obediently flew to the young man's side.
The last man broke through the sky with a sword.
The situation changed so quickly that everyone in the hall looked at each other quietly, not knowing who blurted out the answer.
"Isn't this young man just an ordinary mortal? How did he avoid that thunderbolt just now?"
"You're stupid! He's holding the Demon-Slaying Sword. How could he be just an ordinary person? Have you forgotten who the Demon-Slaying Sword's first owner was?"
"Exactly. Don't you see who that weirdo is? His face is covered in green scales. He must be the demon servant of the demon god."
"You mean... the demon god is coming!"
"Is he a demon god when he was young? Didn't he die long ago?"
…
Listening to the discussion of the crowd.
"Master Demon God... hehe."
"Xiao Cha, why do you give me so many surprises?" Hu Qianji knew that he could never catch that young man again. He had never belonged to him, from the beginning to the end.
"Your Majesty the Demon King, the Demon God has been born. What do you think?" Hu Qianji said slowly to him.
"Master Demon God is naturally the glory of the demon race. I will personally welcome him back." Huai Zusu turned around, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said mysteriously: "But he is just a mortal body. I am afraid he will not live long."
"Before that, you and I will work together to deal with a problem first." Huai Zusu moved aside and motioned him to look at Song Liubai outside the door.
Hu Qianji pursed his lips and curled them up.
He really thinks of himself as a fool. Song Liubai is now under the protection of Xiao Cha. Even if his mortal body is no match for the power of the demon god and will be destroyed sooner or later, with that great demon god around, who would let Xiao Cha get into trouble?
If you touch Song Liubai now, you will undoubtedly die.
Fox Qianji tilted his head, "What are you talking about?"
"What?"
"Your Majesty the Demon King, I see that you haven't figured out the reality yet. Your ally, oh!! My master is dead. Who here will join forces with you now?" Hu Qianji stretched out his hand, opened his palm in front of him, and then opened the back of his hand.
'My hands have never been dirty.'
Huai Zusu lowered his voice, a hint of anger tumbling out, "You've planned this from the very beginning."
"What plan?"
"Oh, are you talking about the time you sent that thousand-year-old demon, Bai Changqing, to the Liuli Sect to bribe my master into joining forces with you?!"
Hu Qianji crossed his arms and his voice grew louder and louder, loud enough for the people in the hall and the disciples outside to hear clearly.
Hu Qianji met Huai Zusu's stunned expression, clapped his hands towards the outside of the hall, shrugged his shoulders, and continued, "Hu Man'er, bring that person up."
Hu Maner was holding a black fox in his hand.
The black fox's eyes were gouged out, leaving two pools of blood on its fur. Three of its nine tails were also broken. If you didn't look carefully, you could see the beast's chest rising and falling, and you wouldn't know whether the black fox was dead or alive.
Huai Zusu gradually took a few steps back. The people at the entrance of the hall seemed to have noticed his movements and blocked the entrance tightly.
There was a hint of bitterness in his mouth. He had never thought that the grasshopper, which was originally tied to a rope, would think of so many ways to retreat.
This person's mind is unpredictable, and I underestimated him from the beginning.
"You all know this fox, who is it?"
"Now that I have captured him alive, I have relieved the worries of the person outside the door."
Hu Qianji raised his hand, and the black fox flew into his hand. He locked the fox's neck tightly, and a faint breath danced at his fingertips.
"This immortal creature has lived for so many years and has been a scourge to the people for years. Today, I will take it away for the sake of justice."
When the others heard this, they all agreed.
"Naturally, naturally."
"Young Master Fox... I should now respectfully address you as Master Fox. This action is a blessing."
Lin Xingwan stood aside and looked at the black fox coldly, her eyes full of disgust. The great hatred had blinded her for a long time, but she also knew that Bai Changqing could not die yet.
At least we can't let him die so easily.
"etc."
Hu Qianji blinked, but the strength in his hands showed no sign of stopping.
Seeing this, Lin Xingwan wanted to step forward to snatch the person away, but there was no way she could snatch him away.
"Chirp--" The fox struggled and twitched twice in Fox Qianji's hand, and then could no longer move.
"Oops, I was too hasty."
"Did Sect Master Lin want this fox just now?"
"Then I'll give it to you."
Hu Qianji covered his mouth in surprise, then threw the fox in his hand to Hu Maner, indicating that he should pass it over.
Hu Maner walked up to Lin Xingwan holding the black fox's body.
He wanted to leave no one to testify, and he thought so carefully that he turned everyone into his pawns.
Lin Xingwan turned her head away and stopped looking at the miserable condition of the black fox.
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