Chapter 167

Yu Tu knew that his current mood was not right. He was surrounded by a strong sense of self-loathing, making it almost impossible for him to calm down and think.

"Hello, Senior Diting." He tried not to pay attention to the memories that were churning in his mind, and instead cast his gaze towards the abyss beneath his feet, "Is this... a place without light?"

Among the ancient books in the corridor, there was a page of old manuscript in one of them. It looked like someone had casually written down a guess, just a few lines:

[A place without light, a prison of heaven, despised by time, with no result and no escape.]

[In a place without light, there is no life and no death.]

I am not myself, forget my own heart. 】

[Qilin, we don't have time. ]

The handwriting on the manuscript paper seemed familiar to Yu Tu. He had once flipped through his inheritance agreement. The handwriting in the witness column seemed to be obscured by mist. He could see that it was written in good handwriting, but he could not visualize the content of the handwriting in his mind—it could only be seen, not read.

That handwriting is similar to the text on this page of manuscript, yet different.

"It seems that the master has told Tutu a lot of things." Di Ting's voice sounded, "This is a place without light. I have existed here for six thousand years."

Six thousand years is such a long time. I'm afraid there is no being in this world older than Di Ting.

"You know why I came to you." Yu Tu was still in a bad mood, but he knew this was a rare opportunity. He had a hunch that if he missed it, it would be difficult for him to get a complete answer. "If this was a game set up ten thousand years ago, and I am deeply involved in it ten thousand years later, I don't regret it, but I want to know the truth."

Di Ting sighed and said, "Tu Tu, not everything can be said directly."

"Is it Bai Ze who was reincarnated as Gu Hongying eighteen years ago and can't speak frankly, or is it the Phoenix who hasn't yet completed Nirvana and can't speak frankly? Is it the dragon hidden behind the scenes who can't speak frankly, or is it Di Changqing who also has the bloodline of Di Ting and can't speak frankly?"

Yu Tu learned to read people's expressions through his upbringing. He knew that after Di Ting said that, he would not tell him everything. Many adults were like this. They would use the excuse of "it's for your own good" to conceal something with good intentions, but they rarely considered the mood of the person being concealed.

Yu Tu had had enough of the days of struggling to piece together the truth in the fog and of engaging in riddles with others. They kept it to themselves because they were ready to sacrifice themselves. Everyone knew their fate and their ending, but he was the only one who was confused and at a loss.

This feeling of powerlessness of not knowing anything is the most despairing.

Yu Tu's question was blunt and sharp. Di Ting smiled helplessly.

"Tu Tu, what do you want to know?" The fragments scattered from its body were like sparks extinguished, and the light became dimmer and dimmer. "I am not the one who played chess ten thousand years ago."

"When I followed my teacher, Senior Yu and Buyehou had already fallen into a deep sleep." Di Ting said softly, "I watched my senior's photo stone grow up, and then when his life was about to come to an end, he voluntarily stayed in a place without light."

"I have existed here for six thousand years, sleeping most of the time, and even when awake I was in a daze. Hundreds of years ago, someone captured my consciousness that was inseparable from the Lightless Land. They guided me into a magical instrument that existed in ancient times and called me the Mirror.

The [Mirror] was obtained by humans and has since become a magic weapon to protect humans. Eighteen years ago, Bai Ze's last reincarnation was born. I remembered everything. I am not the [Mirror], I am Di Ting. "

It turned its six thousand years of time into a few words, and many past events were lightly passed over, or perhaps in this long period of time, they were indeed not worth mentioning.

"In fact, the last time was the first time I met Senior Buyehou." Di Ting said with some regret, "Unfortunately... we parted on bad terms."

Yu Tu remembered clearly the last time he talked to it when he was the Marquis of Buye, and a certain guess in his mind became even clearer at this moment.

Yu Tu said: "But he is now the Marquis of Nevernight, not Mr. Yuchuan, nor Jia Muying."

"Tu Tu, you are really smart." Di Ting blinked at him. Time seemed to have smoothed out all the edges and corners of Di Ting. He was calm and gentle, as if he had no temper. The corners of his eyes were broken, and the fragments fell off his body and sank into the abyss. "Yes... He is now the Marquis of Never-Night."

It said before, "Whoever you think you are, that's who you are." Whether it was Mr. Yuchuan or Jia Muying from ten thousand years ago, they have all been lost in the long time. Marquis Buye is a new identity, a new name, and also a brand new future.

"The master has paid too much ten thousand years ago. No one has ever thought of involving him again ten thousand years later." Di Ting said, "At least before I sent the message to you, Tu Tu, I was feeling lucky."

Maybe it's just like what the gentleman said, he decided who he was, but he still couldn't escape, as if the will of heaven had woven a huge net called fate, and he fell into the net sooner or later.

"If he really left traces ten thousand years ago, and if he is so important to you," Yu Tu asked the question he wanted to ask the most, "then why can't we find any record of him in the book?"

Phoenix, Qilin, Dragon, Di Ting, Bai Ze—there are also very few records about them, but at least we can get a few words about them, so there are some traces.

Only the Marquis of Buye, or Mr. Yuchuan, had all his existence erased. When Yu Tu first got this vest, he even thought that he had to make up a past that didn't exist out of thin air.

Di Ting gave an unexpected answer: "Because the teachers want us to survive first."

"Do you see the abyss?" The bottomless abyss was reflected in Di Ting's eyes, like a mirage in the glass, a distorted illusion. "When it reaches the end, I will disappear."

The Land Without Light is not indestructible, nor can it resist the invasion of time.

"Tu Tu, we are all people who should have disappeared in the long river of time long ago." Di Ting said, "Ten thousand years ago it was our home turf, but ten thousand years later, we should not exist."

Dilute all traces, and after ten thousand years no one will remember them, then it is possible that the dead tree will grow new branches and wake up again.

"I thought I had succeeded..." Di Ting's tail swept the ground lightly, feeling powerless and futile, "until I sent you a message - I had guessed that something had happened to the gentleman."

"What exists in your body is not spiritual power, but a special energy, but I can't tell you what it is." Di Ting said, "At some important nodes, even a hint is not allowed."

Just like fate is unpredictable, but once a certain result is observed, the unpredictable future will be fixed, and even if there is a struggle, it will reach an inevitable conclusion.

———No one can bear such consequences.

While Di Ting was speaking, a butterfly with a light spot on its tail flew in from the gray and depressing sky and earth. The butterfly landed on Di Ting's horn, fluttering its wings slightly and shaking off a piece of stardust.

"I have learned this guidance spell very well." Di Ting raised his paw and gently touched the butterfly's wings, revealing a faint smile, "It is almost exactly the same as the butterfly in the stone where you left your image."

The moment Di Ting changed the subject, Yu Tu vaguely felt that Di Ting could not say any more.

"Why do you care about him so much?" Yu Tu was genuinely puzzled, "I've never seen him before."

"That doesn't affect me." Di Ting's eyes narrowed. "My teacher used many photo stones related to Mr. during his teaching. Mr. can be considered another teacher of mine, but we have never met."

"My teacher had a very eccentric personality. It was hard to be his student." Perhaps thinking of that distant and almost blurred memory, Diting's calm expression finally took on a hint of liveliness, as if he was intersecting with his past self at this moment. "Sometimes he is not as reliable as the teacher's photo stone."

There were some bad, embarrassing, and even dark history memories from the past. In these six thousand years of loneliness, they seemed to have tasted a hint of sweetness, and then they were gradually worn away by the long time. I can only try my best to grasp some of the most important fragments.

"Ten thousand years is too long. Sir, you probably have forgotten us all." The cracks on Di Ting's body became more and more serious. It seemed very sad, but also seemed not sad at all. "This is a good thing."

Without memory, there is no sadness.

Across the abyss, Yu Tu could still hear the sound of Di Ting's body breaking, but it was oblivious to it.

"I thought I could make it until next New Year."

Di Ting took a step back, avoiding the abyss that was getting wider and wider on the ground. He thought he could spend a New Year with his teacher whom he had not met for thousands of years, just like his teacher took him to a party with his friends a long, long time ago.

"Tu Tu, please apologize to the gentleman for me."

The first meeting ended in a bad mood. Di Ting thought there was a chance to save the situation, but it was too late. It was too late for everything.

The cracks on it became deeper and deeper, and the abyss became wider and wider, as if it was about to spread to the end of the lightless land.

Di Ting said softly: "It's a pity that I didn't have time to say goodbye."

The only time we met was the last one.

The distance between Di Ting and Yu Tu was getting farther and farther. It squatted on the ground and looked at him from afar. When his face began to blur, Di Ting suddenly felt that Yu Tu looked very much like his teacher.

He sincerely hoped that Mr. could get through this crisis, because he had new ties and someone was waiting for him to wake up.

All the things of the past have vanished like smoke.

When Yu Tu was about to be expelled from the dark land, Di Ting gently took off the butterfly on the horn with his claws. The butterfly with a light spot on its tail was still beautiful, just like the photo stone in memory that never fades.

"Tu Tu, I have one last favor to ask of you." The butterfly with a light trailing behind it flapped its wings and flew over the bottomless abyss. A listening voice came from the butterfly, "Please tell Jiang Jiang that when the fog is shrouding us, we must examine our hearts."

Everything will end in this life. Jiang Jiang is in a position where the pressure is unprecedented. As a [mirror] and as a listener, it can hear some bad perceptions like weirdness in the fog, carrying signals that make people terrified.

It was previously restricted by rules and unable to speak, but at the moment of extinction, it can finally give a reminder.

The sound like breaking glass was heard continuously. Yu Tu saw Di Ting, the abyss, the butterfly, and this dark and depressing world all turned into irregular fragments. These fragments disappeared into dust, revealing the interior of the Qilin meeting room.

There was only a huge table in the meeting room with an ordinary mirror on it.

Fragmented and bleak.