Chapter 959

Hills shivered. She felt that it wasn't like they were family. These two brothers were both perverts, and their obsessions were almost exactly the same.

Perhaps the reason why Xu Fu hadn't been able to destroy Su Bai previously was because he had underestimated Su Bai's obsession. Memories were hatred, life, and a part of one's existence. To Su Bai, memories had a much deeper meaning than ordinary people.

"It won't be long."

Su Bai's soul circled around the young man. This was Su Bai's promise and answer.

Second White wasn't a good person, but Su Bai wasn't a good person either. The difference between the two was that Su Yuhang and Liu Mengyu had placed them in different positions.

If Su Bai was placed in Second White's position and faced another person occupying his body, the jealousy and anger he felt would probably burn away all of his rationality.

However, when one of them returned to the earth, all of this had lost its original meaning. Now, Su Bai only wanted an answer.

Proving the Dao.

Su Bai didn't intend to have any extravagant expectations. He only wanted to prove himself, clarify his past, see his present, and grasp his future.

Just as Old Fugui had said, "Isn't it good to be human?"

For a person, the most important and most down to earth were these three points.

Muddleheaded or stumbling, people would always recall their past, blur their present, and look forward to their future. Perhaps this was the three tastes of human.

"Take it. Call Mom and Dad down to accompany me as soon as possible."

The young Su Bai gave his answer.

He was already dead, and it was even possible that the one summoned by the Yellow Springs wasn't the real him. However, all Su Bai wanted was an answer.

Of course, Su Bai was more inclined to believe that this was the real Second White. It was Second White who had willingly handed over his memories and past to him.

The process didn't seem to be very important here.

Everything just needed to be decided in a coffin.

"Buzz!"

The young man's body began to blur, and Su Bai's soul, which had been drifting around, finally entered his body. This could be considered a ritual, an indispensable ritual.

Finding one's own mistakes and clarifying one's past was the first step to proving the Dao.

In the next moment.

The Yellow Spring water began to surge upwards, gradually overflowing the original shore. Even the tall altar where the Dian Kingdom's Imperial Jade Seal was submerged at this moment. More than half of the Eastern Land of Dao Verification was submerged under the Yellow Spring water.

Hills abided by his previous words. He didn't leave but continued to stand where he was. Even though Su Bai had warned him before, Hills naturally had his pride.

However.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Or, in other words, everything he had done before was just to accumulate power for this moment.

The huge Yellow Spring was still flowing, as if it would never stop. However, at this moment, its structure had undergone a huge change. It had become squarish, like a cuboid container.

Countless resentful souls were howling inside, and innumerable remains were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Countless vengeful spirits were howling inside, and countless corpses were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

This point.

It was a little like a nightmare that many people had experienced.

It was so oppressive that you could hardly breathe.

This was also a nightmare that belonged to Su Bai. In fact, this nightmare had completely distorted Su Bai's personality.

More than ten years ago.

A youth tried to climb out of the culture fluid again and again. He stuck his head out.

Then.

A middle-aged man reached out and pressed the youth's head down again and again.

A black cat kept flipping through the painting in front of him. The youth could only continue to sink into the petri dish and continue to dream.

It had nothing to do with the right and wrong outside. The petri dish was like a wall that you could never climb over. All you could do was dream your own dream in front of the painting that you wanted to see day after day.

Other than dreaming, you had nothing else to do. Once you woke up from the dream, the reality around you would stab you even more.

This time.

The Netherworld turned into the petri dish of the past.

Su Bai continued to sink into the petri dish.

Perhaps this was a regret that had been buried deep in his heart in the past. But now, he needed to make up for this regret.

There were too many potholes in the first half of his life. Only by making up for them could he have the right to prove his Dao. Only by making up for them could he have the right to have his own Dao.

Su Bai, who had just merged with the youth's body, opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot. As a bystander, Hills knew that Su Bai had completely immersed himself in his emotions and thoughts.

"Boom!"

The torrent surged.

Su Bai's figure began to float upward.

It was like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, carrying a sonorous will.

However, when Su Bai was about to surface, a pure white hand suddenly appeared from the void, bringing with it a palpitating pressure. This hand was very white and very soft. It was a man's hand, and there were calluses evenly distributed on it. This meant that this man often held a brush to write or draw.

Hills, who was in the water below, could have been indifferent to the seduction and temptation of the Netherworld, but at this moment, he felt his heart lose its rhythm. He had no choice but to cover his chest and kneel on one knee.

It was not just the pressure on his body, but also the pressure on his soul.

This was a will that couldn't be refuted. Perhaps this will wasn't as terrifying as it was a dozen years ago, but now, this will had undergone tremendous changes. It represented many, many more things and even affected the existence known as' rules'.

At this moment, Hills finally understood why Su Bai chose such a down-to-earth method to prove his Dao. It was because people were really different from each other.

For example, there were two primary school students writing essays about scientists. One of them wrote that his parents took him to the Science and Technology Museum for a visit and study, which greatly benefited him. The other wrote that his parents were very busy, so he could only go to his neighbor's house to watch television.

However, the latter's neighbor was an academician.

This example was really appropriate to be used on Su Bai.

This was a place to prove one's Dao. Generations of geniuses had proven their Dao here. Some buried their regrets, some buried their cultivation techniques, and some buried their passion. Some were ambitious, some were graceful, but all of them could be considered to be of high quality.

As for Su Bai, his Dao Proving was nominally the three nodes of the past, present, and future. However, his past was nothing more than a family ethics drama. What he was doing now was resisting his father's oppression when he was young. It was a son going back to the past and questioning his father.

It was very down-to-earth, and even very humble.

Even compared to Boss Liang's second Dao Proving, it was still a little too insignificant.

But there was no other way.

Su Bai's father was Su Yuhang.

And Su Yuhang was now a broadcaster.

Just like how many modern people studied ancient poetry, the author might not have thought so much when he wrote this poem a thousand years ago, but later generations explained it with too many sarcasm and metaphors. They often expressed great thoughts like worrying about the country and the people, serving the country, and so on.

Therefore, at this time, Su Bai's so-called rebellion against his father.

It could also be extended to resist the broadcaster.

This Dao Proving.

Su Bai had pulled out that memory from the dark and even triggered the aura that belonged to Su Yuhang. And because Su Yuhang had merged with the broadcaster, the aura of the broadcaster had also joined the game of Dao Proving.

This was no less than a sudden clap of thunder!

When Hills first discussed Dao Proving with Su Bai, Hills felt that Su Bai was too petty and seemed to have been too influenced by that senior called Fugui. But now, Hills truly realized that Su Bai was still that Su Bai.

He wanted to play.

He wanted to play big.

It was no wonder that Su Bai could grit his teeth and suppress the urge to directly prove his Dao under Xu Fu's pressure.

Yes.

Compared to the current scene.

Compared to the current scene.

No matter who it was, they wouldn't want to miss it.

Once they missed it.

They would regret it for the rest of their lives!

Moreover, if Su Bai could successfully prove his Dao this time, in a sense, it would be equivalent to stepping on the broadcaster to ascend!

What he had buried.

Was the fear of his parents, the fear of the broadcaster!

Once this tombstone was formed, once it fell.

It would make all the tombstones in the Yellow Springs of the Eastern Land of Dao Proving lose their luster!

Because this was the only one blessed by the heavens.

Just like how Old Fugui was the only son of the plane in Xu Fu's mouth.

Su Bai's identity was also unique and unreplicable.

However, Hills was really uncomfortable now.

In the past, when Boss Liang faced the aura of the radio, he curled up at the foot of his desk and cried in fear. On one hand, Boss Liang was indeed a little cowardly, but on the other hand, it also showed that the radio had a bone-deep pressure on the listeners. This was even more terrifying than hypnosis. Because when everyone first became an experiencer, the radio began to control their emotions and influence them. Even if they became stronger in the future, the fear that was rooted in them when they were weak was still difficult to get rid of.

Hills was really regretting it now.

If he had known …

He really should have stayed away in advance.

Because this feeling was really uncomfortable.

He pinched his chest with one hand and raised his head to look at Su Bai, who was still soaring up and preparing to meet the big white hand.

There was a loud bang.

The two sides collided.

The Yellow Springs shook.

The Land of Dao Proving shook.

Blood flowed out of Hills' ears.

Immediately afterwards, Hill directly sealed off his divine sense, isolating himself from all senses of the outside world. He was like a salted fish, wandering back and forth with the corpses.

He didn't dare to stay awake at this time.

Because he was really worried about the confrontation between Su Bai and the radio.

It would make him lose confidence in his Dao.

It was better for him to be a salted fish first.

Dreams.

Didn't exist.