Pictures and faces flow through my mind like a revolving lantern.

That is the most profound part of the thousands of years of memory of a man named Jia Huo, and it is unforgettable. Even though the core of his soul has been replaced by Chen Long, these memories still deeply affect him.

Today, in this silent valley, in front of the bluestone tombstone, these memories are evoked again, flooding into my heart like a tide.

Jia Huo's life can be said to be magnificent. If you were to spread out the things in his memory, it would really take three days and three nights to describe them all. But now that he is thousands of years old, looking back on the past, most of his memories They have all faded away, and most of the obsessions have been let go.

Only senior sister, only the memory of his time in Po Yuan Sect, which was only a short period of more than a year, was buried deep in his heart and has not faded in the slightest.

To this day, as the most powerful person in the mainland, he has been powerful in the world for thousands of years, but he has never married in his life. Perhaps it is because his heart has been occupied by that figure and can no longer tolerate anyone else.

After ascending to the Holy Realm, he finally won the battle with Shen Yunying in the desert. Shen Yunying did not die, but Jia Huo also ended the thousand-year grudge and did not continue the pursuit. Perhaps because he was really tired. Already.

The promise to Cheng Qingqing became the driving force for Jia Huo's journey of thousands of years, and it also became the biggest obsession in his heart. It was also the most unforgettable regret in his life. However, people cannot be resurrected after death, even if he becomes Even those who are powerful in the Holy Realm do not have the ability to resurrect people who died thousands of years ago. Even beings in the Ascension Realm probably do not have this ability.

The only thing he can do is to never forget and to always follow his promise to Cheng Qingqing.

He spent a lot of effort to open up this secret realm in the void, and then moved Cheng Qingqing's tomb into this secret realm. Even when he was in seclusion, he would take time to visit this valley, just because he didn't want to let himself go. Forget half of it.

Originally, Chen Long didn't understand how a genius like Jia Huo, such a strong man, could become so anxious and obsessed because of the failure of a mere hundred years of retreat.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was because of this obsession that he promised Cheng Qingqing to keep going and never stop.

This obsession that has lingered for thousands of years eventually became Jia Huo's inner demon.

Because of the existence of the inner demon, he practiced hard and made him advance rapidly. He became a being comparable to the strongest man in the mainland at the age of less than 4,000. This inner demon was like a sharp knife against his vest, forcing him to Let him keep moving forward, because once he stops, the tip of the knife will pierce his heart.

If not, how could a being like Jia Huo go crazy and die so easily?

What killed Jia Huo was not the obsession caused by the failure of seclusion, but the outbreak of the inner demons that had been haunting him for thousands of years.

Or perhaps, the stagnation of his cultivation is itself caused by inner demons. His current state is almost touching the threshold. It is so difficult to take a step further. If his state of mind cannot be perfect, how can he finally achieve it? To touch the realm of God is bound to be extremely difficult.

At this moment, Chen Long figured out these things, but standing in front of the tombstone and looking at the familiar words, Chen Long was a little confused.

He originally thought that he was just a bystander and that Jia Huo's memory was just a memory.

But at this moment, returning to the valley and looking at Cheng Qingqing's tombstone, Jia Huo's memories couldn't help but flow out. Chen Long also experienced the persistence that had surrounded Jia Huo for thousands of years. At this moment, he couldn't help but regard himself as

I came to Jia Huo and recalled every bit of the past.

Now, is he Jia Huo, the younger brother of Cheng Qingqing of the Po Yuan Sect, from the Dou Fa Continent, born in the Jia family of King Tai City, or is he Chen Long, an Earthling from another world with a different kind of memory?

It's not that Jia Huo still has any consciousness left, the life soul carrying Jia Huo's will has completely disappeared, and all that remains is his memory.

But this memory is too huge and profound. Compared with it, Chen Long's memory of only thirty years on earth seems insignificant. The moment Jia Huo's memory awakens, it almost drowns Chen Long's own memory.

, making it difficult for him to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Am I Chen Long or Jia Huo?

The figure standing in front of the tombstone fell into deep thought.

Three days later, Qingzhu Villa.

"Ah ah ah, it's been three days, why hasn't Master come out? I'm almost bored to death!"

Zhou Mo lay on the stone table, banging the tabletop and shouting as if to vent his anger.

At this time, three days had passed since Chen Long entered the back mountain.

For three days, Chen Long neither left nor sent any message, so Zhou Mo, Yan Ling and others had no choice but to wait outside.

"It's only been three days. The existence of the master's state is just a snap of the fingers, so there is no need to be impatient." Yan Ling said lightly: "In the past, it was common for the master to enter the back mountain and stay there for two days. Now there are more than ten

I haven’t been there in years, so it’s expected that it would take a long time.”

"But it's boring here."

Zhou Mo puffed out his cheeks and said.

The scenery of Qingzhu Villa is indeed good, but it is only such a big place in total. You can visit it in one day. Now that Chen Long is not coming out, Zhou Mo has nothing to do but wait helplessly.

If she were in the academy, she could find a few senior brothers to play with and compete with each other when she was bored. But now in the villa, apart from Jia Zhen, she couldn't even find anyone under a thousand years old.

They were all seniors in the imperial realm, so Zhou Mo didn't dare to make a mistake, but in her eyes, Jia Zhen was too weak to fight.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have left with Master. I might as well have gone back to the academy." Zhou Mo muttered, "Master, please come out quickly."

However, this wait lasted another ten days.

This time, Yan Ling was also a little strange: "It's almost half a month. The master has never stayed in there for such a long time before. What's wrong?"

If Chen Long didn't come out, Yan Ling and others didn't dare to go in and check at the risk of angering Chen Long, so they could only continue to wait.

In the blink of an eye, a whole month has passed.

Zhou Mo couldn't help but sneak down the mountain to play seven days ago. Only Jia Zhen and Yan Ling were still waiting.

Looking at the bamboo forest on the top of the mountain, Jia Zhen was a little worried and said: "Is something going to happen to my ancestor?"

Yan Ling shook his head: "The master is one of the most powerful people in the world. There are very few things that can endanger the master in all the worlds. I think there is some reason for the master to be detained... It is also possible that he has left after

Mountain."

Another three months have passed. At this time, lotus flowers are blooming up and down the Qingzhu Mountain and in the ponds. Midsummer has arrived.

In the early morning of this day, the top of Qingzhu Peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, and suddenly, loud laughter rang out.

Amidst the laughter, the clouds and mist on the mountain top slowly dispersed.
Chapter completed!