"Since ancient times, who taught the Dao?"
Inexplicably, a low voice echoed in Huai Shi's ears, rousing him from his stupor.
Then, he discovered that he really was falling, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Even though there was no wind blowing in his face, and there was no sense of weightlessness, he still felt this way.
He was falling.
In the low voice of the chanting.
When he listened carefully, he discovered that there was no sound coming from his ears.
That sound came from within, from the surging of his soul. Countless Origin Substances collided with each other, creating a sound that was like a tidal wave, bringing with it a distant and fleeting echo.
It reverberated in Huai Shi's consciousness, like an electric current flowing through his nerves. It constantly triggered switch after switch, pulling at the floating characters in his memory. Word by word, it pieced together a soundless sound that was gradually rising from the depths of his soul.
Even a rock that couldn't think would probably be able to comprehend the meaning behind it, right?
That voice, no, Huai Shi's soul, was asking this question.
— — At the very beginning of the distant era, who was it that had passed down this scene to future generations?
In that instant, the darkness in front of Huai Shi's eyes suddenly opened up, as if countless clouds of black fog were rapidly dissipating — — it should be said that Huai Shi's soul had finally broken through the curtain that had been covering his eyes.
In this brief moment, even if it was just a moment, it was indescribably fast. He caught a glimpse of it.
Under the encirclement of countless bubbles, a magnificent scene formed by countless overlapping arrays, a turbulent flow of nothingness outlined by streaks of light.
It was like a grand river, a deep cave, and an indescribably large cornerstone.
Inexplicably, Huai Shi came to a conclusion in his heart: that was a stone pillar.
If one were to use human knowledge and common sense to determine this, then that object of nothingness was without a doubt the stone pillar that had risen from the depths of the distant abyss and propped up the entire world.
But the stone pillar dissipated in the blink of an eye like an illusion, no longer visible.
Huai Shi felt a wave of dizziness, once again falling into a deep sleep that he could not see the end of.
When he opened his eyes again, he heard the whisper that came from the depths of his soul after a long time of brewing, "Up and down are not formed, why do you test it?"
— — How did all this come to be before Heaven and Earth were formed?
Then, Huai Shi saw hell.
In this abyss formed by endless depths, there were countless layers of broken walls and dilapidated walls in the eternal darkness. It was a tragic scene.
It was only now that Huai Shi could confirm that he was indeed falling.
It fell from the Realm of Reality like a speck of dust. Then, it slowly passed through the layers of borders and finally fell into Hell.
He headed deeper into the depths of hell.
Just like that, he floated in the darkness like a feather. He gazed at the bustling scene as it disappeared into the deserts, oases, and isolated islands at the border.
The steel city under the thick smoke, the giant elephant that carried the entire settlement on its back as it walked on the wasteland, the deserted town that was connected by countless lone towers above the sea of clouds, the busy and noisy mines in the vacuum, and even the small villages that were as beautiful and exquisite as works of art …
Those lonely, noisy, beautiful, or decadent worlds were also rapidly fading away.
Finally, he embraced the abyss.
In the darkness, there were only countless illusionary scenes that appeared and disappeared.
He caught a glimpse of the outlines of hell, but when Huai Shi wanted to take a closer look, they were once again hidden in the darkness.
Huai Shi could only determine his position and depth through the lighthouses that the Astronomical Association had placed between different depths. Those flashing lights were the only things that could determine his position and depth.
Just like that, he passed through the edge of Zarathustra's great secret apparatus and entered the shallow zone of hell. His speed became faster and faster. Soon, he passed by the Abyssal Mirror that extended from the border of White City. He then passed through the massive walls that were deliberately piled up by the ruins of hell and entered the deepest zone that was closest to the Realm of Reality.
Here, countless large groups of Abyssals occupied each other's territories, fighting and killing each other. They were either allies or enemies. He could vaguely see the soul light of the Ascendants floating in it, but it was difficult to see the details.
Only the tens of thousands of chaotic zones that resembled battlefields flashed past Huai Shi's eyes.
Then, he fell into the Withering Zone, unable to turn back.
As if he had sunk into the deep sea, in the faint light, Huai Shi saw huge and terrifying shadows colliding with each other. He also saw countless Corrosives lurking in the corners of the Abyss like weeds, and even the predators that roamed their own territories.
The dynasties of the rulers were built here. Like a black hole in the Abyss, they expanded their own gravity in all directions, displaying their unique supreme crown.
Some were cruel, some were bloody, some were strange …
Leviathan stretched itself out here, stirring the thousands of tentacles of the Endless Sea, Eve Litt sprinkled the brutal and cruel light, the King of Wither sat on his throne in his deathly territory, the Dragon of Decay entrenched itself in the kingdom of corpses, the Purgatory Factory owners gathered here to form the largest nightmare workshop in hell, the Titans of the Sea fought in the shadows, the Jesters of the Abyss and the Scholars of Darkness hid themselves in the darkness …
All kinds of scenes came before him and quickly disappeared.
As if someone had noticed the arrival of a passerby, a pair of cold eyes looked up and fell on Huai Shi who was gradually getting further away. They reached out to grab him, but it was too late, so they looked away indifferently.
Huai Shi had fallen into the Dark Abyss.
In the absolute darkness, Huai Shi felt that he had brushed past countless behemoths. But when he looked around carefully, he could not see anything.
It was as if there was only a void here, but there seemed to be countless predators hiding behind the scenes.
It was silent.
In the dead silence, a bolt of lightning suddenly lit up from afar. Then, countless cruel silhouettes were illuminated. In an instant, the prey in the center was torn apart and quickly returned to silence. There were no more signs.
"Hmm?" A blank voice sounded behind Huai Shi, "There's actually someone here?"
But when Huai Shi turned around, he only had time to see the outline of a traveler covered in dust. Then, he quickly became dizzy and felt that he was falling faster.
Deeper and deeper …
But was there any deeper?
Did the legendary Silent Abyss really exist?
Huai Shi did not know, nor did he know how long he had been falling.
The falling trend gradually stopped. He stopped in a seemingly eternal desolation and looked around. When he looked up, he seemed to be able to glimpse the light of the Present Realm from a distance.
He had no idea where this place was.
Or rather, it was hard to tell whether what he saw along the way was reality or illusion. At this moment, whether he was in hell or sleeping in a dream, he could not tell.
But in the decadent ruins, when he took two steps, he saw the ruins of a collapsed building, and even a broken sign.
It was full of cracks and rust.
The sign of the Astronomical Society was indeed covered in dust. Huai Shi reached out and touched it, and it was broken just like that.
Until now, when he looked around the ruins, he could vaguely distinguish the former appearance of Jinling.
But was this real or fake?
In shock, Huai Shi staggered back a step, and a broken notebook fell from the ashes of the skeleton. The withered pieces of paper flew out like leaves, and then quickly dissipated in the air.
Only two pieces of wreckage fell to the ground, and one could still vaguely make out the last words left behind in the fading ink.
[Looking back on the past, it is full of shameful past.]
On the fragments that quickly turned into dust, only the last words were left, almost like repentance: [I was born as a human, I am very sorry.]
But these words of farewell were crudely scratched out several times with a pen and erased. In the end, a huge comment was added between the lines.
Concise and comprehensive.
Only two words.
— — [Bullshit!]
A gust of wind blew through the air, sweeping away the dust and everything in front of him. The huge ruins quickly disappeared into thin air and turned into nothingness.
In the darkness, only a distant shadow quietly stared at him.
It was like a smile, so comforting.
Raising his arm, he waved goodbye to the young man in the distance. But when Huai Shi chased after him, the figure had disappeared.
There, only a long sword covered in dust was left.
It stabbed into the stone at an angle, waiting quietly for a long time. The outline was so familiar, and so unbelievable to Huai Shi.
When Huai Shi reached out and grabbed the heavy handle, a clear sound rose from the silent iron.
He shook off the dust.
In the deepest part of the darkness, the innermost layer of the dream, the most floating chaos of the illusion, the rust on the Sword of Virtue fell off layer by layer. It was no longer as broken as before, and a solemn and sacred outline was revealed.
On the blade, a bright light lit up, illuminating Huai Shi's face.
The dust cleared, and the light was born.
A ray of light shot into the sky, cutting through the darkness with unbelievable sharpness, dispelling the nightmare, tearing the illusion, and breaking through the chaos of ignorance.
It made Huai Shi, truly open his eyes from the darkness.
The long night had come to an end!
In that instant, within the surging tide of darkness, the massive array under the stone essence museum let out a mighty roar, like the sound of a bell, echoing throughout the entire Xin Hai.
Even far away in Jinling, one could observe the Origin Substance fluctuations that erupted here, and even that grand and sacred sound could be heard.
In the garden, the old man who was bending over to repair the grass raised his head in shock. His figure suddenly became illusory, and then disappeared into the air.
Immediately afterwards, the darkness that enveloped the stone essence museum suddenly dissipated.
Everything returned to the light of day.
A naked old man appeared again, looking around in shock.
He didn't have time to feel his first breath and that heartfelt joy. Fang Shu subconsciously picked up the box on the ground and used it to block in front of him.
For the first time in his' life ', he had experienced … … awkwardness.
And in the basement, amidst the rapidly shrinking darkness, the sound of a heartbeat could be heard again. The collapsing darkness quickly condensed into a blurry human figure.
It was like a stone statue carved out of obsidian.
Cracks quickly appeared and spread, covering the entire figure. Inch by inch, it shattered, revealing the youth who seemed to have been reborn.
Huai Shi finally woke up from the long nightmare.
He stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, unable to react to what had happened.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Until the sound of a camera shutter woke him up.
Along with the flashing lights, the phone recorded the silly look on his face after the advancement.
And right in front of Huai Shi, the woman who had been waiting for a long time looked down at him and happily reached out her hand to him. "Welcome back, silly boy."
Huai Shi was confused for a long time before he finally reacted. But in a hurry, he didn't know how to respond, so he just instinctively held her hand.
Then, he realized that he was completely different from before.
"Yes."
Young Master Ming · Huai Shi smiled. "I'm back."
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