Han Ming slowly walked out of his bathroom and let the water droplets on his body evaporate naturally.
His silver hair had lost its luster, and his silver-white beard looked like an old man.
Life is so long, but in Han Ming's eyes, it is so short.
He once imagined that he might die in the battlefield, and at that time, perhaps he was still very young.
He also imagined that perhaps he would eventually reach the peak of the pyramid of another world and kill all those who dared or wanted to invade the earth. At that time, he might have entered his old age.
But he never imagined that he would live his life alone in such a place, dull, boring and simple.
Han Ming no longer has any impression of the earth, the other world, and the magic fighting spirit.
His life was filled with endless ladders and endless passages.
His only interest now is to quickly complete the giant statue hundreds of meters high.
This statue looks like a woman.
But Han Ming can't remember who this woman is.
It looks familiar, but it can't be named.
Han Ming only knew that he had such a woman in his heart, and before his life was about to end, he would have to complete such a statue. This was his unfulfilled wish.
The elderly Han Ming climbed to the top of the statue hard. He held a handful of a handful. When he was outside, he forgot where he collected the carving knife, quietly, slowly, stroke by stroke.
carved the woman's face.
His movements were so smooth and so easy-going.
It seemed like an elderly man feeding an old dog that had been with him for more than ten years, so natural and so quiet.
The back of his old hand was covered with wrinkles. He was old and lost his energy, and his whole body was trembling slightly, but his right hand holding the carving knife was like a pool of quiet water in the middle of the night, calm and long.
After finishing today's homework, Han Ming struggled to climb down the stone stairs.
Having not seen the sunshine for hundreds of years, Han Ming's skin was so pale that it was terrible. Even after being transformed by the seed of life, he had the second-level seventh-level magic cultivation level, and could not hold on any longer.
Han Ming walked to the door of the hall with a stone crutch, and finally looked at the huge woman statue deeply.
There was no nostalgia in his eyes. After scanning the statue from top to bottom, he resolutely left.
Here, this hall, this statue, and the people represented by this statue cannot stop Han Ming from moving forward.
Why? What exactly is the reason? It can make a person persist in an indelible belief in such a long and boring years.
Han Ming staggered with a crutch, step by step, step by step...
Walk slowly down the stairs.
He was moving forward, but he himself did not realize he was moving forward.
He was chasing, but he didn't know what he was chasing.
But he had a very obvious belief in his heart that it had been indelible for more than 500 years, that is, to go on.
No matter what, we have to go on.
The unsteady standing under his feet made Han Ming lose his balance.
Han Ming, who was so old that he was about to die, was like a breathless ball from the stairs, constantly rolling downwards.
I really don't know how long I had been away, but finally, he stopped.
He sat quietly on the stairs and gasped, his body, hands, and face full of scars that could not heal automatically.
During this period, he had fallen and rolled down on this boundless ladder for countless times, but he stood up again and again.
But this time, he really couldn't stand up anymore.
Han Ming silently raised his head and looked at the top of his head that had a red ri but at this time there was only a cold stone cave.
He knew his time was up...
At the last moment of life, many thoughts arose in Han Ming's mind.
These ideas have not appeared in hundreds of years.
In the past few hundred years, his heart has always been like a pool of stagnant water, and he has never had any strange thoughts or any so-called memories and bamboo shoots, which have all grown in his mind in an instant.
Han Ming laughed loudly.
He thought of that interesting statement again.
If life, or this world, is an illusory world created by the Creator when he was bored, and a huge illusion, how interesting it would be.
Why am I me? Why am I not someone else?
Han Ming thought that hundreds of years ago, he had met people coming and going on the streets, and countless people had passed by him.
But at that time, he never thought about why the people passing by were not himself?
What is unique about yourself? Why can’t you realize that you are alone, and why can’t you be everyone?
Do those people regard themselves as me like themselves? And in their eyes, they are just another person besides me?
The world in everyone's eyes may be the same, maybe it may be different. But everyone can truly feel themselves and know that they are themselves and that they are different from others. In their eyes, others, don't
Things are just some foils of your own world, and some things that exist because of yourself.
If you die, the world will never be seen again, and maybe it will stop, disappear, disappear?
Perhaps... everyone has their own world. When they die, the world will collapse and collapse.
Han Ming's ideas are becoming more and more unique and mysterious.
What is life?
What is time?
Why does five hundred years seem so short as a moment?
Looking back at the past, how did I come here?
Could it be that in every time period, even every second, there is a different self and a different experience?
Perhaps my life is actually the short moment before my death. Other memories and experiences are just illusory bubbles, fakes, and fabricated by myself.
"If, in this world, I am the center and I am the only one, then why can't I control my own world?"
Before his death, Han Ming spoke for the first time in hundreds of years and said such a very exaggerated lie.
"It's time to leave..."
Han Ming stood up with a sigh. At this moment, he seemed to be rebirth, and his body was filled with strength again. The long-lost sense of power made Han Ming suddenly feel that he was so real and so clear.
At this last moment, he chose to stand up instead of falling down.
Although I have gradually forgotten why I have to keep moving forward, since I have been spending my life in progress, it is better to let the last moment disappear in the process of moving forward.
Han Ming quietly closed his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He pounced forward resolutely, and his body quickly rolled down the stairs, constantly bumping into the hard and cold stairs. He slowly closed his eyes...
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
When Han Ming completely lost consciousness, he could not feel the world, and the world could not feel him...
No one knows what the world is after death, or whether another world exists after a person dies.
...
A strong light in front of him, Han Ming slowly opened his eyes.
In the air in front of me was a fiery red butterfly flying up and down, looking very anxious.
From the telepathy of the butterfly, Han Ming felt that the butterfly was very worried about him.
Han Ming looked around in a daze and found himself in a hall.
In front of me was a small stone door, and there was a small keyhole on the stone door.
At this time, I was holding the key in my hand and inserted it into the keyhole, as if I was about to turn the key and open the small door.
"Who are you? Why are you so familiar?"
Han Ming stared at the butterfly in front of him...
He felt that the butterfly in front of him was so familiar, but he really couldn't remember who or what the butterfly was.
His last memory only stayed at the moment when he rolled down below the stairs.
Han Ming looked at the butterfly in a daze.
The butterfly seemed to be even more anxious, and kept flying back and forth in front of Han Ming's eyes like crazy.
"Very good... It's really good... Only five of the twenty people passed the final test, and you are the most outstanding among them.
Your soul, after the baptism of time, has become so pure, so pure and flawless, and what is even more valuable is that at the last moment...
In your heart, you still haven't let go of your persistence and belief.
Perhaps you, your soul, was not the best I had ever seen, but at this moment, you were the one I had ever seen with the most beautiful and vivid soul.”
A strange voice suddenly appeared in the empty hall and came into Han Ming's ears.
Han Ming's body was shocked.
From birth, to coming to another world, to everything he experienced, and in the end, because he wanted to become stronger, he came here. After four levels of trials, he finally arrived in front of this small door, ready to prepare.
Open the door.
These memories, like floods that broke the dike, rushed into Han Ming's mind in an instant.
Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes wide, and everything was like a movie replay, and it all returned to Han Ming's mind, making him remember the whole story.
It seems like a very long-term dream, which is so deep that it can be completed by a person's life.
Han Ming frowned slightly.
"Who are you? Why can you use an illusion to trap my life? I don't believe there are such powerful people in this world."
The voice suddenly burst into laughter.
"Do you think this is an illusion? You are wrong. This is not an illusion. It is a baptism of the soul. I don't have that strong ability to trap a person in an illusion all his life. I just opened a gap in your soul.
, let you enter your own soul world.
If you give up your beliefs and persistence from the beginning, in the endless ladder, you will wake up immediately. Or in this process, if you give up yourself at any time, you will be able to wake up.
And you are the only one I have ever seen who can hold on to a belief until you have used up your whole life and even the moment you close your eyes, you still choose to move forward.
Your actions shocked me and moved me.
You are really excellent…”
The sound gradually became smaller and eventually disappeared.
Han Ming stood quietly in place, but couldn't recover for a long time...dd