In the Hungry Ghost realm, Little Ann was currently cultivating in Blooming City. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and discovered in shock that his connection with Li Qingshan had been completely severed. He had even lost contact with the Skull Prayer Beads he had placed on him.
He immediately stopped cultivating and returned to his dwelling. He picked up a fragment of a shattered formation and looked at the rapidly rising water level. He immediately understood that Li Qingshan had already gone to Ruin's End. He could not help but frown. Something major must have happened, or he would not have left without saying goodbye.
He stared at the gloomy, deep seawater and intertwined his fingers. "You have to come back. I will be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes, until death separates us."
… …
In that moment, all of the pain vanished, as well as all of the colours and sounds.
Submerged in the boundless black water, perhaps because of the Spirit Turtle Transformation, he did not feel cold at all. Instead, he felt warm, like a wanderer who had gone through all the hardships in a foreign land returning to the homeland of his dreams.
"Phew …"
Having distanced himself from the Ice and fire of hell, he could not help but exhale deeply. The feeling was far too difficult to endure. If he had a choice, he would not even be willing to endure it for a second.
He even began to wonder, I wonder if the 'me' in hell can endure it? A cold thought flashed through his head, If I can endure it, then I'll live. If I can't, then I'll die!
His rationality, which had almost descended into madness from the pain, rapidly recovered. He was calmer than ever before, just like the boundless black water around him.
He extended his head out of the turtle shell. It was like a dragon's head, yet also like a lion's head. He turned his head left and right, observing his surroundings, but he could not see or hear anything.
He did not encounter the pressure and rejection he was expecting. The world transformed from the Primordial Spirit Turtle did not seem to hold any hostility towards him, a spirit turtle with an impure bloodline, at all.
The black water wrapped around him gently, which instead made him feel very comfortable and safe. Compared to the chaos of the mortal world and the agony of hell, this place was basically heaven.
This was the homeland of the spirit turtle. His bloodline was not pure enough. His bloodline was not pure enough, but after using the Spirit Turtle Transformation, it was seventy to eighty percent pure at the very least. "Maybe that Spirit Sovereign Gui Hai was just trying to scare me! But where am I supposed to find that prisoner of Ruin's End? "
Li Qingshan extended his limbs. Swaying lightly, he dived down. Wherever he went, the black water automatically parted without any resistance.
After diving for an unknown amount of time, he was still surrounded by boundless black water. There wasn't a speck of dust or a mayfly in sight …
He used Mystic Light Illumination. With the improvement of the Spirit Turtle Transformation, this innate ability could easily illuminate five hundred kilometers away.
However, he quickly retracted his divine ability because wherever the profound light shone, there was only black water. He didn't even need to use his eyes here, let alone his Innate Divine Powers, because there was nothing to see.
At least there were stars shining in the endless void, and each star was a world. There was also the existence of the Void Devouring Beasts. Each one of them was the embryonic form of a world. Even though it was a bit scary, at least it was not as boring.
He swam for an unknown amount of time. He couldn't wait for a strange deep sea beast to come and fight with him.
He could not help but recite a poem, "Sinkhole's End, you are all water! Oh, Qingshan. You have four legs! "
He suddenly realized something. Perhaps he was not diving deep, but rising.
Because of the existence of the earth, no matter how deep the ocean, there would always be a bottom.
But in this Sinkhole's End, there was neither earth nor sky, so there was neither up nor down.
The depths of hell and the depths of the Sinkhole sounded similar. But they were not the same thing.
"At least hell has a 'floor', I just have to go straight down. But which part of this is considered 'deep'? "
Not only could he not determine up or down. Because there was no point of reference, he could not even distinguish north from south. No matter which direction he went, there was only endless black water.
Then, where should he go?
He could not help but fall into deep thought. As he thought, he yawned and suddenly felt very tired. Perhaps it was because enduring that hellish torture had used up too much of his willpower. Sleepiness spread like a tide, drowning him in the blink of an eye. Even the hard turtle shell seemed to be a little soft.
He had never felt so tired, even when he was reborn as a baby.
He shook his head and tried to stay awake, but he could not help but think, Maybe … I should … sleep for a while … Just a little …
He retracted his head and limbs back into the shell, and his eyelids gradually closed. Only a turtle shell was left in the black water, neither floating nor sinking.
It was as if a voice was saying to him, Child, take a rest, you are too tired. You are home, it is very safe here, no one can hurt you anymore!
"I am home …"
In a trance, he thought of the misty clouds on the Village Viewing Platform, the seemingly fake but real hometown in the endless distance, and the two familiar faces that were growing older by the day. He could not help but say softly, "Dad, Mom, how are you? I miss you so much. "
He could not help but retract his body deeper into the turtle shell, feeling a pain that he had not felt in a long time. Compared to any punishment in hell, it was insignificant, but it easily broke through all his defenses, like a needle piercing his heart.
When he first came to this world, he suffered this kind of pain every night, and it was not easy to break free. He thought he had forgotten everything, but it turned out that he had not.
As a result, he came to a realization. What made him tired was not just the torture of hell, but everything he had experienced after coming to this world.
As his thoughts flowed, various scenes flashed through the turtle shell on his back. Everything from the past was vivid in his mind, quietly replaying in the black water.
The struggle for survival when he was a child, the killing in the jianghu when he was young, and when he grew up and stepped onto the path of cultivation, the killing became more and more intense, turning into war. The war between gods and demons in his heart never stopped.
Pride, humiliation, hatred; fury, fear, slaughter.
Even when he was singing and drinking, his heart was stretched taut. After he finished singing and sobered up, he had to hurry to cultivate and fight. He could not stop, because once he stopped, he would feel tired. He would want to rest and enjoy himself, and he would probably not want to go forward anymore.
However, no matter how long he tried, he only seemed to sink deeper.
He had already become so powerful, becoming the first senior brother of the Myriad Phenomenon sect, standing above all living beings. He was countless times more powerful than the sallow and skinny young man from Crouching Ox village. Not only did he not get a chance to catch his breath, but he was also faced with many difficulties, and the path became even more dangerous.
The tortures of hell, the black water of Ruin's End, the enemies he could not defeat, and the blood oath he could not escape from. He had hope in despair, and he had to fight in desperate situations.
Just what was the meaning of a life like this?!
Beyond the Nine Heavens?
Brother ox's enemies can cut off one of his horns and suppress all the Great Saints. Even if I reach beyond the Nine Heavens and fight alongside him, how useful can I be?
"After all … I'm just a mortal …"
"Whatever, I don't want to think so much. I'll just sleep! I'll think about it when I wake up … "
At this moment, he vaguely heard a familiar voice, echoing repeatedly in his heart, "You have to come back … You have to come back …"
A pale-white face appeared on the turtle shell. She was handsome and dressed in silk. She was only around six or seven years old. Just like him, she had lost her home, and even her life had been taken away. He had once shed tears for her, and he had sworn to take her back to her home. That was actually the home he wanted to return to.
However, she did not choose to go back. Instead, she abandoned everything and continued forward with him.
In an instant, her face appeared on every piece of the turtle shell. There was both the past and the present. There was white bone, and there was also a beautiful face. All of them were close.
That was his only family in this world, Little Ann.
"No … I can't sleep yet. She's still … waiting for me!"
He opened his eyelids that felt like they weighed a ton and did his best to break free from his drowsiness.
He felt a lingering fear. Just Now, if he fell asleep, he would sleep for over a century at the very least, and everything would be over.
By the time he woke up, he might have already reached the ninth layer of the Spirit Turtle Transformation, but he would have become a pure spirit turtle. He would no longer have any ambition to go beyond the Nine Heavens.
Even when he was subjected to the torture of hell, he had never become so weak. The pain only sharpened his fighting spirit, while the nothingness of Ruin's End constantly ate away at his will.
It was not exactly hostility, but it was even more terrifying than hostility. No, perhaps this was the deepest form of hostility.
The hostility of the world also required a certain object to rely on. For example, the Hungry Ghost realm needed a Ghost Immortal to deal with Little Ann.
However, there was only the silent black water and boundless nothingness in Ruin's End. There was nothing to rely on. The reason why it was so mysterious and terrifying was because Ruin's End constantly assimilated all external objects into itself.
If they possessed the bloodline of a spirit turtle, perhaps they could be assimilated into a spirit turtle, but if they were any other race, they would be obliterated in nothingness.
As he possessed the bloodline of a spirit turtle, the assimilation was even deeper. Fatigue continued to surge over him like the tide. The nothingness seeped into his bones through the black water.
He gritted his teeth and circulated his powers, releasing a ring of resplendent light. It expanded silently in the black water, only gradually dimming after reaching over fifty kilometers away. He hoped that the "prisoner of Ruin's End" could see it.
However, in the boundless black water, the light was so tiny that it was not even comparable to a firefly. It was quickly swallowed by the darkness again.
He unfurled his limbs and swam forward. He had to move forward no matter what.
Afterwards, he released the light again! It was even more dazzling than last time, but against the backdrop of deep darkness, it seemed even dimmer for some reason, like a weak twinkling star.
He constantly moved forward, flashing time and time again. Perhaps it was not so that anyone could see it, but so that he could illuminate himself in the deepest darkness and fight against nothingness.
If the world was pitch-black, then he would shine by himself. Even if hope did not exist, as long as he gazed at this "star", he could continue forward.
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