Chapter 150 Wake Up

Soon after.

Lin Qingzhi stepped into the vast and misty depths of the mad Taoist's sea of ​​consciousness.

This place is like an ancient and mysterious realm, like the farthest corner of the universe, hiding endless secrets and unknown power.

The light here becomes hazy and distorted, and every step seems to span a thousand years.

In this chaos, Lin Qingzhi's eyes were suddenly attracted by a lonely and fragile figure.

That figure huddled alone in a dark corner deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, tightly surrounded by countless shimmering memory fragments, like stars surrounding a forgotten black hole, both beautiful and sad.

These memory fragments are either bright or dark, each carrying the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the mad Taoist's life. They are slowly rotating at the moment, seeming to tell the story of the past.

The figure looked extremely small, as if it would be swallowed up by this huge torrent of memories at any time.

He sat squatting, his head buried deeply between his legs, his hands hugging his knees tightly, and his back revealed an indescribable despair and fear.

Lin Qingzhi could feel the deep loneliness and helplessness, as if he was looking for a ray of light in the endless darkness.

"wake up..."

Lin Qingzhi's voice slowly sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, and every word seemed to be endowed with magic power, penetrating through the fog and hitting the huddled figure.

This voice was low and firm, with unquestionable power, as if it was a call from ancient times, awakening the soul that had been sleeping for a long time.

Following this call, the body of the soul trembled suddenly, as if it was suddenly awakened by an invisible force.

The head that had been buried for countless days and nights and loaded with endless pain was finally lifted up slowly and with difficulty.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, all the memory fragments stopped rotating, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness became still.

When that face was completely revealed in front of Lin Qingzhi, he was stunned.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face, exactly what a crazy Taoist looked like, but it was just a little more weathered and tired than usual. There was a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including nostalgia for the past and the future. confusion, but also the surprise of regaining hope in despair.

"You have been in a state of confusion for so many years, and you still don't want to wake up?" Lin Qingzhi's voice echoed in the dark space, with a trace of unquestionable determination, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the vague and uncertain soul of the mad Taoist. .

The mad Taoist's soul seemed to have been eroded by the wind and frost of the years, and its light was dim. He slowly raised his head, confusion and doubt flashing in his eyes that had not been focused for a long time.

"Who are you...why do you want to wake me up..."

His voice rustled like autumn leaves, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying hundreds of years of silence and loneliness.

This is just the soul. If this were his physical body, it would probably not be so difficult to speak. After all, his physical body has been nagging about something.

He stood up slowly. Although he looked a little bumpy, every step seemed to echo the echoes of time, and he finally settled in front of Lin Qingzhi, with both scrutiny and compassion in his deep eyes.

"Who are you anyway?"

The mad Taoist's voice was deep and powerful, like ancient bells echoing in the empty valley.

"Even in the most glorious years of our Xuantian Sect, there has never been a being as powerful as you that makes one's heart palpitate. Could it be that you are from above, and you are here to take my life..."

The mad Taoist spoke again. He was full of doubts about Lin Qingzhi's origins, but he was not wary at all.

He had long wanted to die and die in that battle with his former friends and relatives.

"After all these years, you still refuse to believe that your sect is the slave of the people in the immortal world?"

Lin Qingzhi browsed through those memory fragments, so he knew what caused the Xuantian Sect to be destroyed.

"Immortal world! Hahaha... What are immortals? They are just a group of arrogant, self-righteous guys..."

Hearing Lin Qingzhi's words, the crazy Taoist immediately laughed and said.

Laughter echoed in the empty ruins, carrying endless sadness and anger.

In his laughter, there was both ridicule of the fairy world and sadness at his own inability to change everything.

But the voice was full of bitterness and hatred, and at the same time, tears were falling down his face.

Even though this is the soul, there are still tears.

"Don't you want to take revenge? It was those people from the immortal world who killed your fellow disciples."

Lin Qingzhi asked again.

"revenge..."

As he murmured these two words, a fire seemed to be burning in his heart.

"Revenge, I will give you the power. You can seek revenge from the immortal who destroyed your Xuantian Sect, but you must also be used by me in the future." Lin Qingzhi said slowly again.

"You give me strength, why should I trust you..."

For so many years, even when their Xuantian Sect was still there, he had never heard of an existence that could give others power.

"You can try it after you wake up..." After Lin Qingzhi finished speaking, his figure slowly disappeared from the place.

Only the mad Taoist's soul remained in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the memory fragments surrounding him.

"Yes! I am too weak. For so many years, I have not dared to look directly at them. From now on, I will cheer up and fight them with your hope..."

"One day..."

His eyes penetrated the fog in front of him, as if he had foreseen the glory of the future.

"I, Lu Ning, a disciple of Xuantian Sect, want to overturn the nine-layer heaven that covers my head!"

At this moment, his heart was filled with unprecedented ambition, as if the whole world was making way for him, and all the difficulties and obstacles would become the steps for him to climb to the top.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the crazy Taoist, that is, Lu Ning, suddenly ignited with blazing flames, and the flames spread out, as if to ignite the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, his body suddenly became straight, like a sword that had been tempered for thousands of times and was finally about to break out of the sheath, emitting a sharp cold light, announcing its sharpness and inviolability.

Outside, Lin Qingzhi's figure had retreated a few steps, looking at Lu Ning's changing figure, with a relieved smile on his face.

It seems that he has figured it out, and it is not in vain to wake him up this time.

At this moment.

A blazing fire ignited on Lu Ning's body.

The flames were like pets welcoming their master back, full of excitement.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze because of this momentum, even the wind stopped, and the whole world was waiting for him to wake up again.

The flames wrapped around his body, that is, Lin Qingzhi. If it were just someone else, they would not be able to see through the flames.