As the archaic voice echoed out, Wang Baole sat there cross-legged, taking a deep breath.
He really wanted to know why Chen Han had the last few lives, but he hadn't. It was a question that had long since taken root in Wang Baole's heart. Now … as the eighth life arrived, Wang Baole looked around at the swirling mist, and felt his consciousness sinking down.
"I hope that this time, it won't be the same as before, where there's nothing …." Wang Baole closed his eyes and felt his consciousness sinking down until it seemed to be entering a vortex.
Next … was a familiar coldness.
The coldness made Wang Baole's heart sink. His consciousness was still there, and it made his already depressed state of mind even more depressed. As he spread his Divine Sense and used it to sense his surroundings, he saw the familiar darkness. That made Wang Baole sigh.
"Still nothing …." Wang Baole wasn't willing to give up. He tried to expand his range of perception, but no matter how hard he tried, the result was the same.
Coldness. Darkness. Solitude.
Wang Baole was silent. He was about to give up on this useless action when suddenly, his consciousness began to vibrate violently. Under the vibrations, the sinking feeling surfaced once again!
"This feeling …."
Without waiting for Wang Baole to react, a loud explosion sounded in his consciousness. It was as if thunder had struck. As it exploded, his consciousness also dissipated and disappeared!
After an indeterminable amount of time, Wang Baole's consciousness began to converge. He had forgotten his own name, and that he was contemplating his previous life. He had forgotten everything.
He couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't lift his body. He had no idea where he was, or where he was from. All he could sense was that everything around him was cold. It was a coldness that could pierce through his body and freeze his soul. All he could see was boundless darkness.
In addition … there was something else that was even more intense. That was … pain!
Mountain-toppling, sea-draining pain washed over him like waves of fury. It was like a sharp blade that constantly sliced at his consciousness. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. He wanted to pass out to avoid the pain, but he couldn't!
He could only experience this extreme pain clearly in the cold and darkness, and it made his consciousness tremble. Fortunately … even though the pain was the same as the cold and darkness, and it would always exist after it appeared, as if it could exist for a very, very long time, as if there was no end to it, the intensity of the pain did not increase.
After an unknown period of time, Wang Baole, who was tormented by the excruciating pain, was mentally exhausted. Suddenly, he realized that the excruciating pain seemed to have lessened. This was not an illusion. The pain was indeed slowly diminishing.
However, his consciousness was also weakening. As the pain faded away, a feeling of deep sleep appeared in his mind.
When the pain faded away, his consciousness slowly sank into slumber. As he did … everything seemed to be over. Wang Baole sat cross-legged in the mists of Planet Destiny. A tremor ran through his fleshly body, and his eyes slowly opened.
This time, there was no blankness in his eyes. They were profound. After sitting there for a long moment, Wang Baole began to pant. He was certain that when he had sunk down, his consciousness had dissipated. It was exactly the same as it had been in his previous five lives.
"That means … I really did gain enlightenment of my eighth life back then!
"However, my eighth life is a bit special …." Wang Baole lowered his head, and his eyes shone with a strange light. When he thought back to the pain he had experienced, his body trembled. At the same time, it was because of the special experience of his eighth life that Wang Baole began to speculate.
"It's not that I don't have a sixth and seventh life. For some reason, I fell asleep during those two lives …. It was a kind of unconscious slumber. Therefore … the only thing I could sense was coldness and darkness!
"The reason I fell unconscious during those two lives was because of the pain I experienced in my eighth life. Could that pain … be a type of injury? "Was the final coma a type of healing? Could it be that when the injury was healed, I became the White Deer in my fifth life? " A thoughtful look appeared in Wang Baole's eyes. After a long moment, he rubbed his forehead. He had the feeling that his previous life, his current world, his little sister, Wang Yiyi, and all the other mysteries were not being cleared up. Instead … they were growing more and more blurry.
As he pondered, Wang Baole lifted his head and looked at Chen Han. A look of determination flashed across his eyes as he formed hand seals with both hands. The Dark Fire spread out and enveloped the entire area. Their souls resonated with one another, and in the blink of an eye … an even more unbelievable world appeared before Wang Baole's eyes!
The sky … was very, very far away. It was so far away that he couldn't see it clearly. The only thing he could see was that it was the color of wood. That color was not monotonous, but rather, contained a sense of warmth. Anyone who looked at it would feel comfortable.
As for the sun, it was also very, very far away. It was so blurry that he couldn't see it clearly. The only thing he could see was a source of light and heat that warmed the entire world. As for the ground … it was very clear that it was white, a boundless white.
As for the area around him … perhaps it was because it was so far away, but Wang Baole could just barely make out what appeared to be countless enormous creatures. There were also terrifying auras that filled his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn't see them clearly.
He wasn't sure what they were, but for some reason, everything seemed familiar to him. And yet, Wang Baole felt as if he had never seen anything like this before.
"In my previous two lives, the outside world was Wang Yiyi's boudoir. So, this time … where is it?" Wang Baole looked around silently, and at the same time, searched for Chen Han ….
Yes, he really was looking for Chen Han. Although he had looked around, he hadn't seen Chen Han.
That didn't make sense, and left Wang Baole feeling incredulous. However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Chen Han in this strange world. It was almost as if Chen Han didn't exist. The blurriness of the world caused Wang Baole to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The feeling of being covered by a veil made it so that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the world clearly. It was similar to how, in reality, a myopic person could take off their glasses, and see what Wang Baole was seeing.
This state lasted for a very, very long time. One day, Wang Baole saw a huge pillar descending from the sky. As it got closer, Wang Baole gradually realized that the pillar was actually a writing brush!
It was even dipped in ink …. Wang Baole's mind trembled at the sight of the hand holding the writing brush. It was a small hand, and before Wang Baole could see it clearly, the brush had already landed on the white ground. Using some clumsy drawing technique, it drew an even clumsier little figure ….
As the figure was drawn, giggling sounds could be heard coming from the sky. At the same time, the figure seemed to be bestowed with life, and immediately began to crawl up from the ground.
As Wang Baole's consciousness stirred again, the brush landed once more. Soon, one after another, tiny figures were drawn. The owner of the brush seemed to have found joy in painting. In the days that followed, more and more tiny figures were drawn. Until one day, as Wang Baole's mind trembled, he saw the brush tremble due to some accident, and the tiny figures that were drawn were clearly deformed.
It was a figure with one long leg and one short leg. As soon as the figure was drawn, Wang Baole could sense Chen Han's aura. As the figure struggled to crawl to its feet, Wang Baole's vision suddenly became clear!
He saw the sky, which was the color of wood because the sky was the ceiling. The ground was white like a sheet of paper. As for the surrounding nothingness, whether it was the tall buildings or the figures, they were all toys. As for the sun, its source of light was a crystal that illuminated the entire room.
As for the hand holding the brush, it belonged to … a little girl who didn't seem to be more than three years old!
Wang Baole's Divine Sense rippled outwards, but he only scanned the area briefly. He didn't have time to observe it in detail, as his main focus was placed on the raised brush. He wanted to use the brush to draw on Chen Han and give him life and establish some sort of connection. Wang Baole's consciousness leaped up suddenly, shifting from Chen Han to … the ink of the brush!
As the brush rose higher and higher … the fluctuations of Wang Baole's mind grew more intense. Eventually … the brush completely left the ground, taking him … out of that world!!
"It's out!" Wang Baole's mind trembled, and an unprecedented feeling of anticipation filled his mind!
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