Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

That was probably the most bizarre scene at the bottom of the Great Depression.

When those people's eyes met, the wind became silent for a moment.

It was an extremely subtle moment, but it seemed infinitely long.

Almost everyone's energy circulated silently, with a sense of tension that was tense but deeply involved.

Until a voice pierced the silence.

That was Hua Xin. He stared at the Spirit King who suddenly came and asked softly: What did you mean by what you just said? Who does Yun Hai's recovery of memory have to do with it?

The Spirit King turned his face slightly and turned to Hua Xin: It should be me.

Hua Xin frowned deeply, as if she couldn't understand what he meant. That kind of confused and shocked expression rarely appears on his face: Should? How do you call it should?

Hua Xin said in a deep voice: You are obviously completely unrelated, how could you have bumped into each other?

One is a spiritual king with a messy thread, and the other is a person in the present world. Even if this spiritual king has been to the present world, and even wants to cut off the current world as a messy thread, it doesn't match the year, so how can it be related? !

The Spirit King thought for a moment and replied: Every time I find a chaotic line, I always go back ten or a hundred years along the line to find the source of the cause and effect of the chaotic line -

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The Spirit King paused for a moment, but Wu Xingxue already understood before he could say anything further.

No one knows better than him.

The responsibility of the Spirit King is to cut off the chaotic threads. Since this Soul King regarded the present world as a chaotic thread, he must search higher up to see where the chaotic threads he thought started.

I went back hundreds of years, the Spirit King said.

Hua Xin's expression changed, as if he had anticipated what the Spirit King was going to say.

Sure enough, King Ling said: I once saw the Yun Hai you mentioned during the gap in my recollection.

Hua Xin's shadow was almost dim at that moment. His voice was hoarse and he stood frozen and asked: When?

The Spirit King pondered for a moment and replied: Hundreds of years ago, he was not an immortal, but a mortal. He knew some simple spells and moves, but they were all superficial and had no immortal energy.

Hua Xin's shadow trembled, and he whispered to himself: The immortal essence that was knocked down to the human world will be broken and can no longer be reunited...

Therefore, Yun Hai could only learn superficial moves back then and would never be able to condense immortal energy again.

Mortal... Hua Xin repeated in a low voice, and then said: What was he doing when you saw him?

The Spirit King said: Besieged by evil spirits.

Hua Xin closed her eyes.

When Wu Xingxue heard this, he suddenly remembered the scene in Yun Hai's interrogation——

When Yun Hai became a mortal, he encountered an evil spirit. When he was about to die, he vaguely remembered that he had resisted a ringtone. From that moment on, Yun Hai remembered everything in his past.

Now that I think about it, that is indeed a bit strange.

A person will not suddenly recall a sound that he does not remember at all, unless he heard a similar noise at that moment. The reason why he suddenly thought of the sound of the Dream Bell at that moment could only be because he really heard it.

It's just that when I was about to die, my consciousness was unclear, and I confused hearing and remembering together.

Sure enough, Hua Xin asked in a low voice: What happens next...

The Spirit King replied: I still had the dream bell at that time and wore it on my waist. I stopped for a moment while tracing back. The sound of the dream bell probably reached his ears.

The sound of a dream bell in the gap of time unintentionally loosened Yun Hai's dusty memory. All that may have been a mistake, but Yun Hai did embark on a different path from then on.

Hua Xin remained silent.

His shadow moved slightly in the wind, seeming to be trembling.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands.

For the first time in his life, he felt the great absurdity.

During those hundreds of years, he had always wondered if Yun Hai had not recovered his memory and had not remembered anything about the past of the Immortal Capital, whether what happened later would not have happened.

He will not turn into a demon, he will not hide away and then create a puppet to deceive others, and he will not cover his face in the Valley of Great Sorrow and be nailed to the bottom of the valley facing the tip of the sword.

He was filled with resentment.

Now he discovered...

What happened to Yun Hai later started from the night when his memory was loosened. The memory was loosened because he suddenly heard a ringtone, and that ringtone came from the chaotic soul king. And the chaotic line where the Spirit King is...

It was he who lured the Feng family to open it.

All causality and destiny form a huge circle.

The person he wanted to save turned out to have been killed by him earlier.

***

Hua Xin's shadow trembled more and more violently, almost collapsing.

He suddenly felt that the wall he had hit over the past hundreds of years, the so-called desperate effort, had all become a great irony.

Even if no one came to tease him, he still wanted to laugh.

What on earth have I been doing all these years... He moved his lips and asked himself.

No one could see his expression clearly. They could only see Mingwu Xian, who had always been upright, with his head lowered, and the entire shadow was trembling.

I don’t know if he is having a breakdown or is approaching madness.

He died because of me... Hua Xin murmured softly: He died because of me. Everything started from me, but here I am showing off my false feelings.

He went back and forth between the two lines alone, one person was avoiding the Mountain God of the Great Misery Valley on the chaotic line, and the other was supporting the evil formation with no end in sight. Mingmen.

Who are you going to show all this to?

In fact, no one is watching at all, and the person who cares has long since disappeared.

He is just impressing himself and deceiving himself.

Hua Xin raised his head in confusion.

The once Mingwu Immortal Head suddenly woke up from an empty dream. His eyes slid between the four figures and finally landed on Xiao Fuxuan.

He spoke hoarsely, mentioning that place for the first time: Have you ever been to the valley of great sorrow in this world?

Xiao Fuxuan replied: Been there.

Have you seen him?

I've seen it.

Is there any questioning?

have.

What happened to him...?

Xiao Fuxuan paused for a moment and said, He thought you were dead.

Hua Xin stood quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

Needless to say, he knew what was going on - he thought he was dead, so he would no longer be in the world.

He finally smiled at this moment, as if all his laughter in this long life had been accumulated at this moment.

After a long time, Immortal Mingwu nodded his head after laughing, and said softly without raising his eyes: That'll be it.

He said it so lightly that Wu Xingxue and the others were stunned and had not yet reacted.

It wasn't until the strong wind swept past and the phantom formed by the fragments of Hua Xin's spiritual consciousness suddenly collapsed that everyone understood the meaning of that sentence——

So be it.

Then he will... die.

In an instant, those collapsed spiritual consciousness fragments spread out like countless fireflies and were submerged in the thousands of miles of wind that once blew through the Great Belief Valley.

***

When the long wind dispersed along the valley, it suddenly stopped for a moment behind the corner of a cliff, like the last breath of a dead soul.

Because there is a person behind that corner...

The mountain god of Dabei Valley is standing there with his back against the stone wall.

He stood here for a long time, from the beginning to the end of the questioning, from disbelief to red eyes.

He once wanted to turn the corner and take a closer look at the face of the person who was being questioned, to see if the original appearance of that face was really exactly the same as Mingwu Xianshou.

But that step is harder than anything in the world.

In the end, Yun Hai just stared at the void on the ground with his red eyes wide open.

The long wind swirled around him very lightly, but he knew nothing about it.

When the swirl completely disappeared, he swept away the wide sleeves of his green robe, and flew out from the bottom of the Great Sadness Valley...

It's like it's never been here before.

***

The clouds went up the Taiyin Tower, wrapped in clouds and mist, and fell into the fairy capital. He subconsciously went to the mourning platform first as he did every day, but stopped at the top of the steps.

I don't know how long it took, but a message came into my eyes.

Yun Hai took the letter into his hand and slowly unfolded it.

I saw the words written by the Immortal of Lingtai on the letter: The Immortal Messenger said you were standing in front of the Lingtai gate in a daze?

Yun Hai stared at the words on the letter and stood there for a long time before finally walking up to the coffin.

On the top of the cliff of the Lingtai, the immortal head of Luanxian was sitting upright in a high chair. When he saw Yun Hai, he showed a little surprise: You look so bad, has something happened?

Yun Hai was a little stunned, he didn't know how to answer.

After a long time passed, he spoke in a low voice to the Immortal Head of Lingtai: Some strange things happened...

The Immortal Head waited for his next words. After waiting for a while, he made a comment: You previously sent a letter saying that there was something unusual at the bottom of the Great Bei Valley. Have you solved it?

Yun Hai's eyes were still slightly red, but he didn't want to be seen, so he turned around and said, Well...

The immortal leader asked: That's good, what's the weird thing?

I met someone who looks a lot like you

How similar is it?

I can't tell the difference. After Yun Hai finished speaking, he paused for a long time before saying, I was almost deceived.

Then you were deceived?

No.

Yun Hai repeated softly: No, how could I be easily deceived. He is different from you... You won't be like him.

The immortal leader wanted to ask again, but Yun Hai already said to himself: That's it, don't mention it anymore.

However, after a while, everyone's conversation had gone through countless rounds, and Yun Hai suddenly said to the immortal head without any end: If one day I die -

The Immortal Head was explaining things to the Immortal Envoy when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

Yun Hai: Just chatting and laughing.

The fairy head doesn't look like he wants to talk and laugh at all.

Yun Hai was quite careless, as if it was just a casual gossip: If I die, will Master want to keep me?

Before the immortal could speak, he spoke again: Actually, I'm happy if you remember me. Don't force me to stay.

The immortal head frowned slightly and looked at him, and then said after a long while: Why are you talking about this?

Yun Hai said: I just thought of it suddenly.

I just suddenly felt that it is actually very good to live, grow old, sick, die, and be reincarnated like a mortal. So if one day I die...

It's better to just ride the wind and go back.

***

When the last long wind carried away the souls of the dead, the four people at the bottom of the Great Sad Valley faced each other again.

That delicate silence spread.

The Spirit King pulled his mask apart, revealing half of his beautiful features. His eyes swept over Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, and finally he pointed at Wu Xingxue's waist.

In the meantime, he said quietly: If I am not mistaken, the dream bell you are hanging should be mine.