Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 1481: Open your eyes

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Cang is a color, it represents gray near white, or it is not quite appropriate, because this color is often seen by people, and it will have a heavy, almost desolate feeling. .

It is both color and desolate.

The vastness represents the ambiguity, the infinite size ... the fusion with Cang, it turns into a ... an endless boundless world.

In this vastness, how many human beings are there, how many worlds exist, how many joys and sorrows, how many years of Long River are passing by?

No one knows.

It seems that there has been no change since Heng Gu, and there is a figure sitting cross-legged on a huge compass. He is wearing a black robe, his long hair is hanging, his head is lowered, and his body is full of death. , He ... is a burial!

His cross-legged meditation like this, under the pervasiveness of death, there is also ancient vicissitudes. It seems that in this sitting, I have forgotten how many years I have left, and I forgot my predecessor ...

Until now, a sigh echoed from this mysterious burial mouth in this vast, his head, at this moment ... slowly lifted up, he always closed both eyes, seems to have never been open for a long time Open eyes, at this moment ... slowly, slowly, open!

At the moment when his both eyes opened, the whole vast world suddenly had a round roaring endless roar. The roar rolled in the roundabout, as if at this moment the whole vast man was deterred by Xuan Bu's eye-opening behavior, and Xuan Bu opened The breath that exhaled when I opened my eyes was sensational!

The mist was rolling, and the rapid rotation around the mysterious burial turned into a vortex. After scrolling through the vast, endless vortex, under this rumbling rotation, the mysterious burial eyes were completely opened!

The bright light that shook the vastness in his eyes was revealed. This bright light dissipated in a moment, and turned into a calm ... That is not the eyes of the mystery, that is ... the goal of Su Ming!

In this scene possession, at the moment when Su Ming stepped out for thirty-three days, the moment he stepped into the mysterious brow, he ... succeeded!

"I, succeeded." possession looked at the Su Ming of the mysterious body, and in the blink of an eye, he looked at the familiar vastness, at the vortex in front, and softly to open mouth.

When his muttering voice echoed, Su Ming lowered his head and looked into the open palm. The black feathers and the bald crane's breath faintly spread out on this feather, pervading Su Ming's heart.

"I am ... Su Ming." Su Ming closed his eyes. He felt the body under him, and felt that there was an ancient world in this body.

Just as the world exists on Sang Xiang ’s wings, Su Ming also sees a world in his successful body of possession.

"Mysterious burial, there is no failure." Staring at the world inside, Su Ming's sigh with the vicissitudes, echoed in the vastness, also echoed in the world inside him.

It ’s a world ... I do n’t know how many years died. In that world, Su Ming saw the burial country and saw Sect everywhere, but it has been turned into ruins, and it has become a wreck. life.

It seems that all of this has faded with the closed eyes of the mysterious burial, and with the death in him.

"The three thousand years I experienced before was a possession. The world of those three thousand years was ... ancient burials, mysterious burials, all belonged to him ... a memory before death.

In this memory, I became him. From this point of view, I succeeded ... But if he stands in his perspective, his goal is resurrection, resurrection at all costs, and at this moment ... he also It is indeed a resurrection, but it is just resurrection with my will. Su Ming murmured softly, looking at the world of death in his body, and muttered.

Su Ming was silent for a while until he no longer murmured whispers, but time passed continuously in this vastness, as if a change in his thoughts passed a thousand years ...

Until Su Ming raised his head and put away the feathers in his palm, he stood from this compass ... slowly stood up!

In the moment when he got up, the whole vast vortex was roaring suddenly, and the rotation of vortex made this vast as an infinite sea of ​​anger, and Su Ming ... standing on the compass, the figure at this moment is like this Master of the film Anger.

"This is Dao Wuya." Su Ming whispered to himself, but the bleakness contained in this voice, with the **, it was a kind of loneliness in the whole vastness, only him.

"Like a person, he became a god, and from a **** ... to a master ruled by me." Su Ming stood on the compass for a long time, for a long time, he sat down cross-legged again, alone in this vastness, closed Eyed.

"I have reached the extreme of my way ..." eyes closed's Su Ming, in the sigh of his heart, took a deep breath, almost at the moment of his inhalation, the four-turn vortex is here In a moment of rumbling scrolling, simultaneously came straight to Su Ming, and from all positions of Su Ming's body in an instant, all poured in, directly into the body of Su Ming.

In the body of Su Ming, this vortex rolling room constantly impacts the dead world in Su Ming. Gradually, this endless vast vortex is at the center of gravity of the dead world, in the capital city that belongs to the ancient burial, Condensation became a point.

This point, like a seed, is at this moment ... deeply buried in this world.

The years have passed, and in a thousand years ... a millennium later, a tree appeared in this dead world. That is ... the tree of testimony!

The root of this tree spreads earth and grows slowly with the vastness as a nutrient, as Haohao had changed a world in the past, Su Ming is now also changing this in its own body in the same way world.

He has endless time, and he has unimaginable patience to go step by step.

One thousand years later, when the tree of testimony had been towering and covered the whole world, the world inside this Su Ming could no longer see the ruins or the wreckage. Everything was like returning to the origin, you can see the mountains, you can Seeing the river, you can also see the Su Ming memory, the 3,000-year-old burial country, everything.

Perhaps, there is a kind of power in Hmong, which made Su Ming go through this possession for three thousand years, so that when he changes the world, he slowly becomes what he remembers.

Perhaps, the power in this is a mystery.

But no matter how, all this is not important anymore. When the world ’s confession tree in Su Ming was towering and the crown replaced sky, Su Ming opened his eyes in this knee.

"My life has a long winter, so there is winter in this world, just like the autumn sun, like the summer rain, and like the spring, this is life and my world." Su Ming murmured softly, In the world inside him, there has been Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

The compass under Su Ming has been moving forward for thousands of years, making the body of Su Ming constantly absorb the power from the vastness, to nourish the world in the body, to change the death that once happened, even It is now that the world has taken shape and has four seasons, but the progress of Su Ming still does not stop.

With the passage of time, there are years in the world inside Su Ming, as if the world has become a whole, the only thing missing is life.

"In the reincarnation, in the vastness, look for their traces, until after I have found all traces, it is me ... When the meditation door is opened, it will be the first time in my life that the meditation door will be opened. This is my life ... the last time. "Su Ming sitting cross-legged on the compass, gazing at the distance, feeling the loneliness for thousands of years, feeling that there is only one person in all directions **, he understands that such **, he will Eternity, such loneliness, has no end.

"This is Dao Wuya." Su Ming whispered to open mouth and took off the beads on his wrist. After a moment of staring, his left hand waved toward the vastness. Immediately, the vastness of the vastness, the infinite power suddenly came together and merged into this string. After the beads, the Su Ming left a seventh, and in the remaining wave, six of these beads seemed to have life, turned into a butterfly, and flew towards the distance until they disappeared one by one. In front of you.

Only the seventh one was held in the palm by Su Ming.

"The only eight butterflies in the vast area are my hope for traces ..." Su Ming murmured, the mulberry phase in the vast area was born on the ancient tree of Dao Dao, they have the same name and the same name Vitality, it can even be said that they are one.

With the collapse of the testimony trees in the past years, they can only dance in the vastness and become wanderers who cannot find a home ... Because their Essence are the same, Su Ming firmly believes that they can be on the wings of the seventh mulberry. The birth of First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Hu Zi and Yu Xuan Canglan, etc., then on other mulberry phase wings, there must be traces of these people.

Collecting all these traces together can become a necessity to open the netherworld.

It ’s just that these are all speculations of Su Ming, maybe it can be successful, or maybe it is just his wishful thinking, but in any case, Su Ming must try, even if it is not successful, he will never give up and will continue to look for Other ways, this is his way.

Holding the seventh bead, Su Ming closed his eyes slowly. The bead in his palm could not be transformed into a butterfly, because in it ... there was no unreliable spirit belonging to the bald crane.

The passage of time, the compass where Su Ming is located, continues to move forward in this vastness, the taste of loneliness and **, Su Ming has become accustomed to it, and can only get used to it. Years ... until 30,000 years passed ...

In front of Su Ming, a huge butterfly appeared in the vastness, it was a mulberry, a butterfly that was not given life by Su Ming 30,000 years ago and left, but had not been destroyed by the burial.

There is not much lifelessness on this butterfly. There are countless lives on its four wings. Some of them may know that the world they are in is Sangxiang ’s wings, or someone may try to struggle like Three Desolates, but No doubt ... they are also happy.

Because what they have encountered today is not the former burial, but Su Ming.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the compass and silently looked at the mulberry butterfly in the distance, almost at the moment when Su Ming was approaching. The butterfly was obviously shocked, showing a breath of fear.

"I won't take you to be erased, I just want to take some ... traces." (To be continued)