Xu Qing murmured in his heart, sensing this world.
He didn't know about the constitution of the Immortal Lord. Everything he had just said was based on speculations based on what he had seen and heard so far.
What's the truth...
"When I enter the Immortal Capital, I should have the opportunity to know."
Xu Qing pondered, and after burying all the questions in his heart, his perception fell on the mirror in front of him.
This mirror is very ordinary, not luxurious or unusual at all, just like something randomly placed in an ordinary home.
And the line composed of all the black dots spreads into this mirror forever.
Those black spots kept moving in and disappearing.
As for the mirror itself, there is no shadow at all, just... it's just white.
"Is this the exit from the first level of the world?"
Xu Qing was thoughtful.
After observing it carefully, his thoughts changed after a moment and he went straight to the mirror.
In an instant, it blends in and passes through.
There were no obstacles and everything went smoothly.
only……
At the moment when he penetrated the mirror and succeeded, Xu Qing's thoughts became turbulent.
Because where he appeared, there were still countless black spots, still forming a long line.
He is still in this first-level world.
Didn't leave.
And it seems to be back to the starting point.
Looking... the mirror is no longer there, only the long line spreading in front.
The same goes for the rear.
Xu Qing was silent. In order to confirm the answer, he moved forward again.
Until I encountered those weird things again, saw the mirror again, penetrated it again, felt the details, and finally... I returned to the starting point.
This is a cycle.
In order to break this cycle, Xu Qing tried to make changes, but to no avail.
He even chose to sink himself into the black spot in front of the mirror, become the black spot, and enter the mirror.
But we are still back to the starting point.
"Immortal Master Aurora must have a Space-Time Constitution and belong to the same path as me, but the method of forming his Space-Time Constitution is different from mine."
Xu Qing pondered.
"I rely on the five elements to integrate time and space and promote time and space."
"But he took a different path, seemingly starting from scratch and evolving layer by layer."
"Then... maybe there is a way to get me out of here."
Xu Qing's thinking fell on that long line.
"At this origin, it becomes one of the many black spots that make up the long line, or in other words, it is the real incarnation of the black spot, like a person outside the painting, walking into the painting.
Then, experience it all with this world’s way of thinking..."
"With this, it becomes a cycle."
"This way, it's a real experience, not just a quick tour."
"Although it is dangerous, you can try it!"
Xu Qing thought of this, weighed it in his heart, and no longer hesitated. His mind sank from a higher level and merged into the only long line in the world, becoming one of the countless black spots that make up this line.
became part of this world.
In an instant, he felt something he had never experienced before.
The concept of up and down is deprived.
The same is true for the concept of left and right.
No longer exists.
Even soon, it was forgotten, as if the right to go up, down, left, and right had never existed.
Only the pulling force from the front pulls my single destiny and keeps moving forward.
At the same time, after losing the concept of up, down, left, and right, it also naturally lost the meaning of high. At this time, Xu Qing also lost the 'seeing' brought by Xian.
He is 'flat'.
The black spots are also 'flat'.
As a result, thinking becomes even more ‘flat’.
Therefore, it cannot be seen.
Only the front and the rear can be faintly sensed by him.
This feeling, compared to before, is like being restrained.
Now Xu Qing can only move forward under this pull.
Gradually, even my thinking became distracted.
It seems that even the ability to think is not allowed here.
Therefore, it must be slowly erased and assimilated with the world.
But Xu Qing did not choose to resist.
He relaxed his mind and let everything happen, following the trajectory of the world and continuing to move.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Time has long been meaningless.
In this dispersion of thoughts, in this pulling movement, in this endless world, Xu Qing, who transformed into one of the black spots, encountered the weirdness again at the level of this world.
But the order and feelings are different.
At this moment, relying on his weak perception of the front and back, he seemed to 'see' countless circles.
Each of these circles is smaller than the last and surrounds each other, like fingerprints. However, they have no beginning and no end, but they are everywhere, occupying Xu Qing's entire perception of the front and back at this moment.
This is how he felt about the other person after he lowered his level.
He couldn't feel it in a more comprehensive way.
The difference in levels determines that low-level people cannot see the true appearance of high-level people.
Therefore, high-level existence naturally makes people feel like the Creator.
The shock and waves it brings are like stormy waves, which can subvert everything. Even the sounds it transmits have become the source of chaos and collapse.
"Run quickly, run quickly..."
As the sound came, the feeling of collapse emerged in the black spots of Xu Qing's incarnation, and also existed in all the weird black spots that passed by.
It's like walking in death.
As a result, some black spots were really fragmented, but were filled in by new black spots.
Xu Qing was lucky enough to not be completely defeated.
Until the chaotic and collapsing sound slowly dissipated as it went away, he continued to move forward.
Then... I heard crying.
This time, nothing was seen.
Only the sound of crying fell into Xu Qing's few remaining thoughts.
In that cry, Xu Qing felt like she was melting.
But the strange thing is that there is no fear or regret. Things like emotions have disappeared without realizing it.
"It turns out that it's not luck, it's sacrifice and offset."
Xu Qing thought weakly...
After many black spots dissipated amidst the crying, we continued moving forward.
Until, he heard the sound of running water and the croaking of frogs.
The moment this voice came, Xu Qing lost some of his cognition again, and so did his thoughts, and his existence was about to become confused.
In this way, we have passed this period and gone further.
…
Xu Qing could not remember the subsequent experiences. He vaguely felt that everything he had was exchanged for a smooth progress and became the price of going on.
What followed was becoming increasingly weak and exhausted.
But fortunately... gradually, even the concepts of powerlessness and exhaustion no longer exist.
Until finally, he seemed to hear a voice.
"A good death, a good death..."
This voice invaded with an irresistible force and took away his name.
Originally, the nameless man should have moved on.
Walk towards the mirror not far away.
Integrate smoothly and leave this world.
But the power that took away his name actually violated the trajectory and came again forcefully.
The evil aura emitted turned into a stronger invasion, falling on him, trying to wipe him out... completely!
It is even more important to take away the weak thinking he has left now.
But at this critical moment, at the moment when Wuming was about to completely disappear...
An old sigh echoed in his time and space.
"The herb night corpse morning glory..."
"Child, you answer."
The appearance of this sound fluctuated time, affected space, and converged into a storm of time and space, roaring in Xu Qing's mind.
And gave him a new name hidden deep in his memory.
Child!
This name has become a support and an anchor.
As a result, the child's weak thoughts no longer dissipated, but the deafening sound progressed layer by layer, and finally erupted shockingly.
It became thunder, it became explosion, it became the sound of heaven.
It caused his thoughts to be violently shaken and spread continuously.
Like a tsunami.
Then, the child subconsciously said words that he would never forget and were deeply ingrained in his cognition.
"Night Corpse Morning Glory, also known as Poisonous Mountain Root Vernonia, is the stem and root of Vernonia tenuifolia, a plant in the Compositae family. It is a woody vine that grows in Corpse Yin ravines, by cold streams or in jungles. It has an astringent and pungent taste and is slightly warm in the mouth.
, there is a feeling of decay, and it has the miraculous effect of relieving the wind and relieving the surface, but excessive amounts are poisonous, and it is a typical yin and yang polar plant."
As the words came out, the child's state of dissipation was reversed at this moment.
All the cognitions he had lost emerged one by one and returned one by one.
What was originally invisible is now tumbling, from loss to return!
And that old voice continues.
"What are the symptoms of overdose?"
The storm in Xu Qing's heart became more and more intense, and she spoke out without thinking.
"Symptoms of poisoning are abdominal pain, dizziness, hallucinations, and death within a quarter of an hour if rescue is not done."
"How to detoxify."
"You can induce vomiting and gastric lavage, supplemented with egg white and red pistil, and treat the symptoms at noon when the sun is strong. The treatment time should not exceed half an hour for three consecutive days."
Xu Qing's voice was trembling, and the moment he finished speaking, he seemed to be back outside the tent.
"good!"
The old voice echoed softly with a hint of smile.
As for Xu Qing, he wanted to 'see' him at this moment, but the pull from the front was also extremely strong at this moment, pulling his mind closer and closer to the mirror in front of him.
But there were waves in his thinking. Although the exit was right in front of him, he would rather give up this opportunity. Even if he had to do it all over again, he would re-enter the time and space constitution to 'see' the familiar voice that came from it.
figure.
"Idiot, don't do this."
"Remember what I told you..."
"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living beings, and time is the passerby from the past to the present. As long as we don't die, we will eventually meet again."
"Now, you have become a talent."
The sound dissipated, and a soft force came out of thin air, fell on the black spot that Xu Qing had transformed into, and pushed it forward.
Xu Qing, who was close to the mirror, fell into... the mirror.
The moment she merged into the mirror, Xu Qing suddenly turned around.
Vaguely, he seemed to see the medicine jar with a white beard outside the mirror, smiling at him.
Smile, kind.
His voice, face, and smile seemed like a lifetime ago, but also like yesterday.