Ning Feng wanders through the long river of time.
He is the darkness shrouded in the light of this time, a shadow that cannot be detected by anyone.
But these thousand years cannot be described as easy.
When only one person remains in the world, facing an empty world, it is certainly a kind of loneliness.
Another kind of loneliness is when the world is full of people, but no one can find you.
Even if you shout in the middle of the city, no one will turn their head.
Moreover, the latter is more stimulating in terms of mental torment.
So close yet unreachable, with countless words I want to express but no one to hear them.
If Ning Feng still possesses some divine power, everything will become simpler. The power of divinity will also allow him to grasp the concept of time, enough for him to withstand the passage of time.
Unfortunately, Ning Feng did not.
His divinity has fallen asleep along with the gods; what wanders in the world is the part that is most easily corrupted, most easily shaken, and most vulnerable.
The part that belongs to mortals—his humanity.
The world is like a giant furnace, gathering the complex emotions of all beings, washing away the impurities of each one who enters it, and imbuing them with the colors of others.
Ning Feng cannot remain untainted by the mud; on the contrary, in his current state, he is very susceptible to those influences.
He became quite sensitive.
During the Dark Ages, negative emotions reached their peak; every second felt like countless souls were howling and cursing in his ears…
That was the world's lament.
In the first few centuries after the Dark Ages ended, positive emotions gradually gained the upper hand, eventually squeezing out negative emotions.
Joy, happiness, and emotion... these feelings pulled him back from the brink of despair, enabling him to persevere.
But no matter how dazzling the light, the shadow will never disappear.
As humanity's development reached its zenith, darkness also lurked in shadowy corners.
The brighter the light, the easier it is for shadows to hide beneath it.
Positive and negative, eventually tending towards balance.
For a thousand years, he has been chewing on loneliness in the shadows and fighting against these emotions.
This is a silent battlefield, a struggle of the self, a thorny path seeking redemption, where one wrong step could send him tumbling into the abyss.
Ning Feng persevered.
He did not succumb to this dark world; instead, he became darkness itself.
He is both a participant and an observer, experiencing this time from a unique perspective.
In particular, witnessing one's own growth.
What surprised Ling Ningfeng the most was that watching himself grow up little by little gave him a particularly special feeling.
He was like a ghost, watching over every choice he made, seeing his own expression from someone else's perspective.
Moreover, at this moment, Ning Feng finally understood the true nature of the system that had only confused him but was actually useless...
It was him.
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Outsiders couldn't hear his voice, but he was an exception; at that time, "Ning Feng" was able to receive Ning Feng's messages.
I opened it.
My future self will give my past self a boost!
Are you scared?
This discovery was a rare source of enjoyment for Ning Feng during this long period of time.
However, aside from providing the bare minimum of assistance, Ning Feng did not offer any further help, nor did he attempt to interfere with the development of the situation.
He offered no real help unless absolutely necessary.
After all, although it is nominally the "future", it is the "past" for him now.
More often than not, his existence was merely a "qualification" for what his past self could do.
In other words, Ning Feng actually had the right to speak with anyone on an equal footing from the very beginning, but he just didn't know it at the time.
In the process of playing with himself, Ning Feng felt as if he were reading a biography that was exclusively his own.
In that manor chamber filled with flesh and blood, beside that church by the sea, on the island of the ascendants, in that abyss burning with flames... he has always been there.
He looked at himself in the story as if he were looking in a mirror.
The reflection in the mirror was so unfamiliar to me.
Then, the effects appeared.
Ning Feng was influenced by his past self.
His heart, frozen in his resistance to time, slowly began to change.
Even if Ning Feng tries his best to stay true to himself, changes are inevitable after a thousand years, although they haven't reached a point where they are noticeable.
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The distortion that has appeared in my soul has made me significantly different from my original self.
After reviewing his life from a third-person perspective, the distorted parts of Ning Feng's soul began to correct themselves.
When Mengran looked back a thousand years later, his past self seemed so unfamiliar.
We've gone so far that we've forgotten why we started in the first place.
In the beginning, Ning Feng was conflicted and confused, and he was afraid of death.
But the more he grows up and the more he gets involved with others, the greater the pressure he faces.
But he didn't hesitate; on the contrary, he hesitated less and less.
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