Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4 The Rise of the Divine Source Chapter 941 Who Started the Obsession...

dusk.

In this Divine Origin Star Sea, on this continent, Su Ming saw the sun rise, sunset, and dusk.

This matter cannot be explained. It is obviously in a dark starry sky. It is obvious that this continent is floating in the starry sky. Why does it have sunlight, and why does it have day and night.

But the sun is indeed there. The strange thing is that when you step into the starry sky, you can't see it, but if you are on the cultivation star, or on the continent chosen in the ninth part, you can see it.

Su Ming asked the Ninth Mosha about this.

"That is... the light and heat emitted by the fifth oven. Before the fifth oven, the world of Shenyuan Xinghai was pitch black. The darkness here has lasted for endless years, and people have become accustomed to the relative darkness.

After the fifth oven arrived, it caused light to appear in the Divine Source Star Sea.

It's just that you can see it, but you can't find it, unless it appears in front of everyone on its own every once in a while. There are rumors that the true location of the fifth oven is in the whirlpool world. "This is the answer of the ninth lonely man.

Su Ming sat on the rock and watched the sun formed by the fifth oven in the distance gradually set. When he looked at it now, he could see that the sun was indeed not round, but had the outline of an oven. Then... It is indeed the fifth oven.

The afterglow of dusk shines on the earth, bringing with it the warmth of the day, melting together with the cold wind blowing, and falling on people's bodies. It is hard to tell whether it is warm or cold.

Su Ming has been sitting here for two days. His heart has rarely calmed down since he came to the Shenyuan Wasteland. He can watch the sunrise and sunset. Maybe the monks will not adapt to the lifestyle of the tribes here. , but for Su Ming, this place was filled with the familiarity in his memory.

People always like to reminisce about the past, immerse themselves in it, and look back at their lives when they encounter a familiar experience.

The sound of children playing in his ears reminded him of the Wushan tribe. The friendship between the people of the Ninth Tribe reminded Su Ming of the Ninth Peak. Looking at everything around him, Su Ming told himself more than once that this place ...It is the tribe where Master has lived for many years.

The people here may still have the figure of Master in their memories.

"It would be great if Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and Hu Zi knew the news about Master and came here together..." Su Ming shook his head.

Sunset, night falls in the sky.

The surroundings gradually became quiet, the children's play turned into even breathing, the old man went to sleep, and the people of the ninth tribe meditated or fell asleep one after another, making the mountain completely silent in the middle of the night.

Su Ming was still sitting on the rock, looking at the dark night sky. He couldn't see the moon or stars. All he saw was endless darkness. It was as if he was the only one left in the world at this moment. This feeling, Su Ming was used to it.

Since you are used to the sadness of being lonely in this life, why should you still be unable to extricate yourself from the memory? You always like to watch the scenes of fireworks blooming in your heart on the dark sky.

Since he is used to walking alone in life, he must have been reincarnated for thousands of years if he had a previous life.

Su Ming smiled in this darkness.

Outsiders cannot see the bitterness in this smile. Only those who have truly smiled like this can see the astringency in the reflection of the water, which seems to be blended into the water. Only those who have tasted this kind of water can know the bitterness in the water. The bitter taste.

"What's wrong with you..." A soft voice did not break Su Ming's dark thoughts, but gently blended in, surrounded Su Ming's ears, and turned into a delicate figure wearing burlap clothes. , slowly walked out of the house and sat beside him gently.

"I miss home." Su Ming said softly.

"If that's the case, we can leave tomorrow." Xu Hui looked at Su Ming in the dark and could only see the outline, but she actually liked this kind of gaze because she understood that only at this moment, what she saw , is the real person, not... Daokong.

She understands, she understands, but she doesn't want to say it.

"Do you believe in fate?" Su Ming shook his head.

"Xin..." This was Xu Hui's soft answer after a moment of silence, when several pictures flashed through her eyes.

"Among the monks, there are not many who believe in fate." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui through the darkness.

"I believe it, otherwise I wouldn't be here." Xu Hui said softly.

"When your injury is healed, you can go to the Nine Elders Minghui, but I... haven't come home yet." Su Ming's voice brought out the vicissitudes of life in the darkness.

"Are you staying here to wait for me to recover from my injury?" Xu Hui looked at Su Ming.

"Go to sleep, I want to meditate here by myself." Su Ming did not answer, but spoke calmly. There was no vicissitudes of life in his voice, and no trace of memories.

Xu Hui did not stop, she stood up and walked towards the house, leaving the darkness to Su Ming alone.

"You may be missing home, but more importantly, you are missing someone." Xu Hui's voice came from the house, and the voice drifted away and fell into Su Ming's ears.

Su Ming was silent, closed his eyes, immersed in the darkness, silently meditating, and working on his cultivation. In this cold wind, he seemed to have returned to the ninth peak, as if he had returned to the outside of his cave. Meditate and watch the sunrise and sunset.

Monks, no dreams.

Because dreams emerge from sleep, and for monks, the matter of deep sleep can be replaced by meditation. But this night, while Su Ming was meditating, he had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the land of the barbarians. In the dream, he saw the Ninth Peak. In the dream... he also saw Wushan, and saw the figure in the jungle of his childhood tribe.

There is Xiaohong, and there is also...the girl standing alone under a big tree in the wind and snow, wearing a white mink fur coat, with wild beauty, waiting alone on the snow. .

Waiting for an agreement, an agreement between her and a boy, in circles.

There are mountains and mountains in the distance, the cold moon in the sky is hazy and sparse shadows, and the ground is accompanied by white snow and green pines. The waiting woman is still watching in place.

Through the wind, snow and dust, through the changes of years, will she have no regrets...

It's just that in the clouds, across the stars and across the sky, there is no brocade book to send to each other.

For thousands of years, there is no trace of falling water, and the cedars are similar every year. I wonder if the beauty has faded, and whether the still water can also... leave no trace.

"You make me a wish for tomorrow, and I have been waiting for you for a thousand years. But don't let me wait too long, don't let the silence turn into darkness."

Su Ming opened his eyes, and the murmuring voice in his dream was still echoing in his ears. He suddenly understood that perhaps what he was thinking about was not really home, nor a person, but... a promise made a thousand years ago.

"Is this my obsession, or is this someone who deliberately made me have this obsession?" Su Ming watched the sky in the distance gradually turn from dark to bright, and watched the time of the night wash away like water. Go, he was asking himself in his heart.

"Otherwise, why do I always think of that promise? Otherwise... why am I not thinking about Bai Ling? Otherwise... why do I have a dream while meditating!" Su Ming's eyes sharpened suddenly from the confusion, and he even more... It exudes a coldness, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening from its slumber, revealing the inviolability of its bloodline.

A domineering aura suddenly spread from Su Ming's body. Facing the first ray of sunshine in the sky, he stood up and stood under the rock. At this moment, his figure was enveloped by the sun. As he turned around, Su Ming looked at the sky where the sun was shining.

In the center of his eyebrows, the purple line suddenly opened and closed, turning into an evil eye. The clouds and mist inside it turned into a ghostly shadow, all following Su Ming's gaze.

At the same time, in the sky, without anyone noticing, another Su Ming appeared. It was the separated shadow of his Space Devouring clone. Between the eyebrows of the Space Devouring clone, an evil eye appeared at a glance, looking towards the same direction. direction, look.

Immediately afterwards, in the strange place in the West Ring, Ecang's clone was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the purple starry sky. The Zhujiuyin snake was coiled around his arm. The eyes of Ecang's clone suddenly opened, and what opened with it was The evil eye between his eyebrows!

As the evil eyes opened and closed, E Cang's clone turned his head and looked in the direction Su Ming was looking at.

This is when Su Ming's three major cultivation bodies unleashed the power of the evil eye at the same time. At the same time, they exploded with all their cultivation power to look at the endless nothingness.

Their gazes penetrated the void, as if they were traveling through the years, beyond the guarding range of the four true realms, past the entrance to the abyss wasteland, and looked towards the Daochen True Realm!

I saw that in the huge Daochen Realm, the place belonging to the Immortal Clan, a war was breaking out at this moment. It was... the war between the Immortal Clan and the Daochen Sect. There were countless monks in the starry sky. The endless magical power of blooming life.

I saw a human body lying in the middle of a formation composed of a large number of land fragments behind the boundless battlefield.

I saw a figure covered in black robes standing next to the body. This person raised his slightly withered right hand and pressed it against the heavenly spirit of the body. There was another person following him. This person was also wearing black. She was wearing a robe, but judging from her figure, it was a woman. She was murmuring there, and her voice echoed around.

"... Just don't let me wait too long, don't let the silence turn into darkness." The woman's voice was soft, with a sense of reminiscence and a ray of sadness. The moment she finished speaking, her right hand suddenly pressed on The tall black-robed figure of the fleshly spirit suddenly raised his head and looked into nothingness.

With a bang, an impact force swirled here out of thin air. The impact was carried by the wind and did not stir up the black robe of the tall figure. However, it lifted the head robe of the woman next to it, revealing a picture of Su. An unforgettable face.

That's... Bai Ling's face!

The expression on his face was completely different from the sadness of his previous words. It was indifference and calm without any emotion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and reward (this site). Your support is my biggest motivation.)