Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 477: Fate! ! !

"Many things that exist in this world contain both positive and negative sides, especially this world of immortality. This is because Zhu Jiuyin's desire is to devour Jiu Ying. As it said at the beginning, both If there is candlelight in this vast sky, why should there be Jiuying...

This is the inheritance of Zhu Jiuyin’s lineage...

But obviously, this candle Jiuyin has not swallowed Jiu Ying, so this world of immortality is not perfect. In addition, it has died, and even its will has solidified in opening this world and absorbing me. , in this way, it means that this world of immortality is by no means complete!

There is a huge flaw here. This flaw is the regret of Zhu Jiuyin. It is also the so-called fusion revealed here!

In fact, there is no real fusion here. Whether it is light and heavy, fast or slow, pressing and grabbing, these are all imitations of Zhu Jiuyin in this immortal world! "Su Ming's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked up at the gray sky.

"Fusion is the source of this immortal world, and also the real reason why it was constructed by Zhu Jiuyin's lineage! It once said that it swallowed ninety-seven worlds, so can it be explained that Zhu Jiuyin's immortality The Destruction Realm is composed of swallowing other realms, and is used to allow Zhu Jiuyin to comprehend and fuse, so that one day he can swallow Jiu Ying and complete their clan's mission and desire for countless years..."

"The way to leave here is either that I have the power to break this world and forcefully walk out! Or I need to realize the true fusion!"

"It's just, what is my fusion..." Su Ming murmured, looking at the gray sky with confusion in his eyes.

"Life and Death" Su Ming's eyes gradually glowed.

Time passed, and thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. During these thirty years, Su Ming sat cross-legged, motionless. He was always thinking, immersed in a strange state of perception, and his expression gradually showed vicissitudes. His body slowly gained a flavor of time.

There was more and more white mist around him, which was formed after the death of the undead souls who came here and tried to devour Su Ming over the years.

This white mist continues to attract more undead souls, but the moment these undead souls approach Su Ming, their miserable bodies will explode one by one and turn into white mist.

Around Su Ming, they kept waking up and dying over and over again, forming a cycle.

"Hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, the alternation of death and awakening, it is easy for people to realize the traces of birth and death. It is just that whether it is life or death, in this immortal world, there is no real meaning of life and no real meaning. death...

No matter how much I have experienced, it is still like a dream. When I wake up from the dream, everything is like a mirror, flowers in the water... This is not my fusion. "On this day thirty years later, Su Ming opened his eyes, shook his head, raised his right hand and waved outward casually.

With this wave, the thick white mist immediately spread outwards, and did not stop until it spread thousands of feet away. At the same time, although Su Ming's body was still sitting cross-legged, he could see his The surroundings were vaguely distorted. His body could be seen in the eyes, but perceptually, the place where Su Ming was was empty.

Soon after, awakened undead souls started to breed one after another. These undead souls seemed to be unable to see Su Ming. Instead of rushing towards him as usual, they left each other blankly. Gradually, no more undead souls were born here. .

Even if there were people passing by, they would drift past him as if they were unaware of Su Ming's presence.

Time passed, and another twenty years passed. During these twenty years, Su Ming never stopped thinking.

"Light and heavy and slow, pressing and grasping...these are all purely different in nature. I have learned from others in countless reincarnations. The reason why there are these pros and cons in this place that is not my own is probably related to the candle. It’s related to the ninety-seven realms swallowed up by the Nine Yins… This is not my fusion.”

"My fusion must be completely my own..." Su Ming murmured.

"What is it?" Su Ming closed his eyes. After fifty years of thinking, he didn't get the answer. At this moment, he was at a loss. He was gradually immersed in his own memory, looking at his own memory and the pictures in those memories. It gave him a strange feeling. After all, here, he had experienced hundreds of thousands of reincarnations and the passage of countless years.

As he watched, he saw that he had brought two young men and women whose names he had forgotten, to the Jiuyin world, to the burial place of Zhu Jiuyin, entered Zhu Jiuyin's body, and saw the black robe old man.

The scene about the Nine Yins Realm flashed quickly, and he saw a somewhat familiar mountain range. There was his cave, Hongluo, Ditian, and... the Ninth Peak.

His memory continued to flow, from the Ninth Peak back to Hanshan City, and from Hanshan City back to... Wushan.

He would never forget the scenes in Wushan, Grandpa, Beiling, Wula, Lei Chen, Shan Hen, and Bai Ling.

"These are my past." Su Ming recalled, feeling sad in his heart, but there were no tears in his soul. If there were tears, they would be shed at this moment.

"The most precious thing in my life is Wushan, the Ninth Peak, and my past that I have to protect. It is also Wushan, the Ninth Peak, and my past," Su Ming whispered softly.

"Everything in the past cannot be changed. It is buried in my memory, in my years, in my palms, and will never be forgotten... This is the positive side of my life!"

Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened and closed. They were dim but profound, as if they contained the sun, the moon, the universe.

"Positive and negative, positive means what has been experienced, and negative means constant change. If my past is the positive side of my life, then the negative side of my life... is the future!" Su Ming was silent for a moment, looking at the vast world in the distance. Suddenly, a trance appeared in front of my eyes.

In this trance, he seemed to see himself, bound by chains in the black pool of the abyss of the earth. In this black pool, there were nine black dragons spitting black mist towards him. In the sky above, there were several figures to scare them. With cold eyes, looking at myself who said nothing, just looked at them silently...

In a trance, the scene changed again. He saw himself with purple hair, standing at the highest level, looking indifferently at the earth. On that earth, there were countless lives kneeling down.

The scene changed again. He saw himself lying on an altar, with golden needles inserted all over his body. A large amount of tobacco smoke spread out from his body, and was absorbed one by one by thousands of people sitting cross-legged around him. At this time, their expressions showed joy, which was in sharp contrast to their own expressions of pain and distortion.

The picture did not end, and it changed again, making it difficult for Su Ming to know whether all this was his hallucination or the real existence.

He saw himself again, with long red hair, a white gown, lonely eyes, a sad expression, and the blood on his hands, filled with evil energy, like the killing of billions of souls.

Standing in a dark world with twinkling stars, surrounded by endless corpses... He was the only one standing there, looking up to the sky and letting out a scream that caused the world to collapse into pieces before Su Ming's eyes.

That roar revealed an indescribable sadness and a world-destroying anger!

Su Ming sat there cross-legged. His eyes were shattered at this moment. They suddenly collapsed and turned into wisps of gray mist. His world was suddenly shattered and completely dissipated.

If his eyes could not bear what he saw in this strange state, at this moment of fragmentation, Su Ming raised his head. His eyes were empty, and the world in front of him was black, boundless darkness.

In that darkness, he should have been unable to see anything, but at this moment, he saw

He saw a thin baby, lifeless and filled with the smell of death. He saw a purple-haired man, full of exhaustion and sadness, standing there, roaring silently toward the sky.

He saw, with that silent roar, the whole world, the whole sky collapsed...

He saw the purple-haired man walking towards the baby. He saw them slowly merging together as they approached, like the sad man hugging the baby to protect him. , such as protecting one's past.

He saw...

"The world in my eyes cannot be seen by others..." Su Ming murmured and said such a sentence.

There is a pair of hands that, in the eyes of a wanderer who has left his hometown, are deeply missed.

There is a pair of hands, in the eyes of lovers who love each other, they are the eternity of the sun and the moon.

There is a pair of hands. In the eyes of a lonely person, it is an increase in palm prints.

There is a pair of hands that, in the eyes of a child, represent an unforgettable attachment.

There are two hands, the palm represents the past, and the back of the hand represents the future. If he doesn't want it, the memory in the palm will always be protected. If he doesn't want it, you can't see his palm prints or his past. All you can see is the back of the hand outside, forever, forever.

There are two hands, the left side represents the baby, and the right side represents the old age. The distance between the two hands, which can be long or short, is his life.

"The fusion that belongs to me is the past and the future. I use my past to make my future strong, and I use my future strength to protect my past...

When I was born, I was not in control of my destiny. When I grow up, I want to control my destiny under my feet... The past and the future merge into the present. "Su Ming's eyes were fully opened, and the shattered emptiness in his eyes turned into calm.

"This is my fusion, I call it..." A sneer appeared on Su Ming's lips.

"I call it...destiny!"

When I was writing this chapter, I was very enthusiastic, because there were many people queuing outside the window, and the sound that the Diaoyu Islands belonged to China made Ergen want to go downstairs and join in.

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