The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, as if it was not far ahead, and also seemed to come from all directions. In this way, he walked in this illusory realm for who knows how long. Faintly, he saw light.
Cheng Zhan was not happy about this. Everything he could see in this environment was not real, and all changes were illusions. He walked towards the light, and at the same time he was alert.
The closer to the light, the clearer the cry becomes.
Blend with those lights.
No.
When Cheng Zhan actually walked into the light, he realized that it was not the light and the crying that were mixed together, but the crying that came from these lights.
Lots of light coming from all directions.
There were clusters of light, both bright and dark. At this moment, Cheng Zhan felt as if he had walked into the wild, with countless fireflies flying under the night sky.
But the light group in front of me was larger than a firefly, suspended in mid-air, and cries came and went.
Cheng Zhan said calmly, "Who are you?"
The crying continued, as if numerous grievances were overwhelming.
Faintly, a voice responded to his question. "Save us, we are the spirits being eaten. Please save us and give us another chance to survive."
The spirit that was eaten?
Cheng Zhan frowned and asked coldly, "What kind of spirits are you?"
There was a lot of chatter all around——
"I used to be a Huaishan tree."
"I was once a bird."
"I am Hua Ling."
"I am a practicing turtle..."
"What does it mean that you are practicing? I have been practicing for thousands of years, and haven't I still been eaten?"
It was this voice that cried the most.
Cheng Zhan sighed, "That's right. I have been practicing for thousands of years. This is not an easy task. No wonder he is so sad." Then he asked the aggrieved person, "Are you a snake? Or a fox?"
"No..." The voice faltered, not wanting to say anything.
Seeing this, Cheng Zhan showed Hexu. Although it was only as big as a candle, it suddenly lit up the entire space. He raised his hand in the direction of the spirits, and Hexu turned into thousands of strands and penetrated like a thread.
Many spirits.
Just then, the spirits began to howl, in unbearable pain, and begged for mercy again and again. Soon Cheng Zhan withdrew from Hexu, his face looked even paler, and he was very weak, so he simply sat down, thinking that everything would be as it should be.
Bar.
If you really can't get out of this dream, it's not too bad. After all, you are in Si Ye's dream.
There was an old and feeble voice, "Young man, if you are so weak, don't use Hexu. We don't have witch spirits here, we are all good spirits."
Cheng Zhan just checked the spirit.
It was due to the red shadow of the angry spirit that he had seen in Si Ye's body before. Although there were only a handful of them, they might be among them. Because Cheng Zhan had detected the spirit, he could accurately determine who was speaking.
He said, "Nine-headed tree monster, do you know Hexu?"
He called him young man and mentioned Hexu and Wu Ling. It seemed that the other party knew the role of Hexu, but he didn't know who he was.
The old man said, "I was lucky enough to see Hexu's light. It was as dazzling as before. The wizard fled into the woods and almost hurt me. Fortunately, Hexu saved me."
Cheng Zhan smiled, quite weakly, and said nothing.
But the spirit spoke again, "It seems you were not the one who saved me at that time. You look very angry."
"What does the person who saved you look like?"
Na Ling thought for a long time, "Oh, it's been too long. I can't remember what he looked like. But he was as tall as you and wore a long gown. The clothes were shining. No, it wasn't.
The clothes are shining, the whole body is shining, even his hair is shining, like a god."
"Is he the person who ate you later?" Cheng Zhan asked.
"Probably not. How could the person who saved me eat me?"
Cheng Zhan grasped the key point in his words, "Don't you know who ate you?"
"I don't remember." Na Ling's voice was helpless.
Cheng Zhan asked the other spirits, and they all said that they did not remember who had eaten them. They only knew that they had been trapped here for a long time and could not get out.
After a long time, Cheng Zhan knew this, but all the spirits here were almost a thousand years old. How could a very ancient spirit be in Si Ye's dream?
Either all of this has something to do with Si Ye, or he simply walked into the illusion and met these spirits.
The spirit who had been practicing for thousands of years began to cry again, miserably, "Please save me, I can't waste my practice..."
Cheng Zhan sighed, "You have been practicing for thousands of years and still haven't achieved your wish. Don't you want to think about the reason?"
The crying stopped, "What's the reason?"
"Your true body is an earthworm. It is difficult for you to gather your wisdom roots. Even if you practice for thousands of years, it will be of no use. You will always be an earthworm." Cheng Zhan hit the nail on the head.
These words stimulated the other party, and he started howling again, "What's wrong with me, earthworm? What's wrong with me, earthworm? Don't look down on people...earthworm! Who said I can't succeed? I've seen a dung beetle transform into shape before.
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The spirits around him made sounds of disgust.
Cheng Zhan chuckled when he heard this, and he was persistent enough. "If it were in ancient times, your wish would have come true. At that time, there would have been gods who could help you, but now that humans are in power, who will help you?"
Upon hearing this, the other party cried even harder.
At the end, Cheng Zhan sighed, "That's all, it's fate that we meet each other. Let me help you once."
What a fate.
This may be the opportunity that earlier generations talked about.
When opportunities come your way, you can't resist them and just let them take their own course.
If these spirits are transformed from the undead, then he can't see them yet. Now that he encounters them, he should be a good person.
Anyway...
It's very possible that he got stuck here.
It is said that a person's words are kind even when he is about to die. This is a rare occasion when he has a kind heart.
All the spirits were overjoyed when they heard this and thanked them one after another.
Cheng Zhan thought to himself, these ears are quite useful.
"You know very well that the only way I can help you is salvation. This is the only way for you to have life again."
Transcendence is actually passing away, returning to the six realms, and losing all the previous spiritual power.
The spirits naturally understood and said one after another, "Clear, clear, our spirit body is gone. Staying here is suffering. We are lucky to be able to return to the six realms."
Cheng Zhan sat down, holding the hand of Hexu, and wisps of it surrounded the spiritual light again. He closed his eyes, and the light of Hexu turned into a net, and runes gradually appeared, and the spiritual lights were in it.
Struggling in pain, but everyone is sighing, relief, I am finally free...
The nine-headed tree monster's voice was low and lingering, seemingly excited, "It's you, it's you..."
Cheng Zhan didn't open his eyes. He was actually very weak at this moment, and all the sounds that fell in his ears were in a trance. The nine-headed tree monster said again, "People of the God Clan, if you help us, we will repay you."
Yes, although we are weak, the moment we return to the void, we will use our spiritual light to let the outside world perceive your existence."
Cheng Zhan murmured, "Thank you."
I thought to myself, this might not be easy.
The runes shone more intensely, and the trapped auras also emitted dazzling light. Gradually, they could no longer be heard groaning in pain. They were wandering around, becoming very peaceful.
Soon they gathered together and were suspended in the sky above Cheng Zhan.
Only a handful of spiritual light remained in place.
Cheng Zhan looked at it and said, "If you don't want to part with it, your thousands of years of practice will be of no use. Your spirit body is gone."
It's the earthworm that keeps crying.
"Return to the Six Paths and practice again." Cheng Zhan said.
The spirit finally left and gathered with the other spirits. The light of Hexu gradually faded away, but the surroundings became very bright. After all the spirits said goodbye to Cheng Zhan, they saw that the clusters of light dispersed.
Already.
The death of the spirit.
This scene made Cheng Zhan extremely confused.
During the war between the gods and the destruction of the gods, the world seemed to be in such chaos. When the souls of the gods died, the sky was filled with light, like stars covering the universe.
Depressingly beautiful.
Cheng Zhan raised his head and looked at the lights scattered around. Gradually, they would eventually dim, then return to dust and return to the Six Paths, starting over.
For a while, Cheng Zhan was a little envious of them. At least he had a chance to choose again.
What about him?
He has no past life and no future life. This life alone is eternal life, and he carries forward his mission.
When the gods pass away, they return to the ruins. When these spirits pass away, there are six realms. He has nothing to rely on, does not belong to the three realms, and cannot enter the six realms.
Cheng Zhan wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Suddenly my eyes light up!
It is the last ray of light that bursts out from all the spirits.
Like the nine-headed tree monster said, they are trying their best to let the outside world know his location.
The light shot up almost vertically, with the appearance of breaking through the sky.
It didn't last long, and soon fell into silence after the splendor.
The spirits are gone, and the light is gone.
The surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.
Cheng Zhan no longer uses Hexu.
In fact, he couldn't use Hexu anymore. After returning all the spirits to the Six Paths, Cheng Zhan didn't even have the strength to sit up. He fell into a trance and dissociated.
The surroundings gradually changed, as if the ground was constantly collapsing, and there seemed to be tall mountains rising up, far and near, with black patches connected one after another. It was like the mountain of corpses he had walked through, and everywhere he touched there were
Cold.
Cheng Zhan knew that he should continue to escape at this time. When the mountains came down, he would have no chance of escaping. But he was too tired, so he simply lay there and let himself sink, sink.
He felt cold.
This is very dangerous.
Cheng Zhan clenched his hands with difficulty. His hands were already warm. They were hotter than before. Was he about to fall asleep?
My eyelids are heavy and my thoughts are on the verge of being distracted, but some pictures always appear before my eyes.
The stars in the sky are shining, and there is a man in a long gown standing alone in the sparkling sky. His hair is up to his waist. He seems to be looking this way, his pupils are light. It is also strange. Across the stars, Cheng Zhan can't see the other person's face clearly, but he can see it.
His indifferent eyes.
Soon the picture changed again.
The sky is filled with flames of war, and all lives are devastated.
But followed by the blue sea and blue sky, under the blue sky is the July Inn, with the intoxicating aroma of highland barley wine and the smell of roasted yak meat.
Through the long window, he saw a young man with an outdoor bag on his shoulders, his brows and eyes shining as brightly as the stars he had seen.
Cheng Zhan has seen many people's eyes over thousands of years, but Si Ye's eyes are the only ones that he would feel are crystal clear, like the Kunlun Sea of Clouds, the purest power between heaven and earth.
Si Ye once asked him, have you ever thought about how you would live your life if you were no longer a spirit sealer?
No longer a spirit sealer?
How is this possible? Cheng Zhan felt that he was asking a simple question. His mission is his destiny, and this destiny cannot be fought or changed.
So all the witch spirits have been sealed?
Si Ye's question always lingered in Cheng Zhan's ears.
Cheng Zhan's eyelids were very heavy. He tried several times to look at the world in front of him, but all he saw were distorted illusions. He had forgotten that he would eventually say goodbye.
Aye...
…
Aye.
Vaguely, Si Ye heard this voice.
It was Cheng Zhan's voice.
The sound suddenly poured into his ears and went straight into his heart, causing him pain.
Si Ye stood among the mountains, clutching Migu with one hand, and holding the beast-demon sword with the other hand. Blood was still hanging on the blade, dripping down drop by drop.
Just now, he slaughtered several beasts, and one of his hands scratched his arm. The wound on his arm was still burning.
I'm cursing in my heart, isn't this a dream?
Is it really useful?
That sound came from the mountains. Si Ye gritted his teeth and stood up, relieving the pain in his heart.
It must be here.
He was attracted by a beam of light. Although the light was not in harmony, it was bright at first glance, which was very inconsistent with the environment in this dream. He had a hunch that the place with the light must be in the direction of Cheng Zhan.
Brother Zhan, wait for me.
You must wait for me.
…
Jiang Zhou felt that light!
From the illusory and desolate world, the last light from all the spirits comes.
At that time Jiang Zhou suddenly stood up from his chair, his heart beating violently.
how so?
How come there are so many spirits in Si Ye's dream? This is very unusual.
And that beam of light is the light of returning to the void, which represents the death of the spirit and its return to the six realms.
Who is it?
Cheng Zhan?
If it was Cheng Zhan, how could he release those spirits?
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhou was even more confused.
I originally thought that Si Ye had a secret, since we had just met him not long ago. But she had known Cheng Zhan for thousands of years, so how could there be anything she didn't know?
Jiang Zhou is so worried, why are the two of them starting to become strangers?
On this side of the illusion, Cheng Zhan has sunk into endless darkness.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to him, he would have been like this in the past years. In the long years, in the deep darkness, he would stay for a long, long time, until the witch spirit reappeared.
But now, he is in Si Ye's dream, so this is good.
This is the last thought.
When his thoughts were pulled away like a gossamer, Cheng Zhan felt that his consciousness was completely scattered, but he could faintly feel the wind.
That wandering consciousness came back to my mind again.
There is a sound of wind.
There were other voices, and gradually they came back.
Like the rustling of leaves, the sound of melting snow on the mountains, and...the sound of footsteps.
Cheng Zhan struggled to open his eyes.
Although all he could see was darkness, he soon saw a glimmer of light, faint, like a lighthouse in the fog.