This place was not very deep from the surface of the sea, only about two hundred feet or so. The white stone was suspended at this water level, unable to go up to the sky or down to the ground.
He Yiming hesitated for a moment, and let go of the mini version of 108 in his hand.
Sure enough, the small and delicate version of 108 immediately swam over, and tightly stuck to the white stone.
He Yiming's heart beat vigorously, and his face became extremely ugly. Faintly, he had already guessed the reason. 108 indeed used the power of the white stone, and smoothly closed the passage, but at the same time, 108 must have paid an unimaginable price.
The power of the white stone was indeed quite terrifying, just a little bit was enough to let a top sacred beast recover all its strength and injuries. Even less than one-tenth of the power was enough to make five Supreme Dao experts.
In that case, when the power of the entire white stone was activated, how powerful would it be?
In He Yiming's opinion, perhaps only that unfathomable mystical dragon was qualified to trigger and control such a level of power.
However, it was obvious that as Divine Beasts, the most they could do was swallow the white stones to increase their abilities or heal their injuries. However, if they wanted to unleash the full power of the white stones, it would be beyond the limits of Divine Beasts.
At this point, He Yiming could already be sure that 108 used a rather special method to guide the power of the white stone out, but after the final collapse, his body would have completely dissipated along with the white stone.
He stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the white stone, and an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.
Faintly, a strange scene appeared in his mind.
108's body gradually merged into a huge white stone, and at this moment, He Yiming seemed to have received some kind of message left by 108 on the white stone, and he seemed to have experienced the feeling that 108 had at that time.
In 108's world, if he wanted to release the white stone, he had to use some special machine. But here, it was impossible to provide such a machine for him to use.
Therefore, 108 chose the last option. He used his body as a guide to release the energy.
Although this was indeed the only way to stimulate White Stone's energy in the current environment, when the body of Hundred and Eight received such a huge impact and baptism, everything that belonged to him would be completely erased.
His memories, his body, and even his abilities would be integrated into the white stone and could no longer be separated.
When the energy in the white stone was almost exhausted, it finally broke apart and fell into the sea. 108's body was also completely scattered into countless pieces and scattered in the North Sea.
Although 108 had an immortal body, when his body was divided into countless parts and he lost his energy, he could no longer recover.
He Yiming's lips trembled slightly as he understood what had happened.
This was the last message 108 left in the world, and the only one who could receive this message was He Yiming, who had been with 108 for many years.
Perhaps, this was the final explanation that 108 had given him.
He Yiming did not know when, but his hand had slowly left the white stone. In his mind, scenes that he would never forget flashed through his mind.
The first time he met 108, the statue-like puppet.
At the foot of Mount Heng, 108 helped and repelled the invading totem clan. Then, he chased them for thousands of miles and killed the totem snake and wolf totem clans.
At the main peak of Heavenly Lake, 108 used his unique charm to lure Baozhu down the mountain. In the end, he became the one who benefited the most.
In the Divine Wind Palace, 108 attracted Jin Zhanzheng's attention and became his substitute. This allowed him to successfully sneak into the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda and steal the Book of Divine Dao. It was because of 108's help that he was able to preserve the Book of Divine Dao in a special way.
In the Weeping Ghost Ridge of the East-West Great Plains, under the surveillance of 108's Clairvoyance, He Yiming discovered the conspiracy of Hao Xue and the others, and finally became a Venerable.
In Penglai of the Eastern Sea, the Yu family of Da Shen, and even when he escaped from the evil hands of Old Ancestor Yellow Spring and went to Southern Border's Glaze Island, 108 had always been by his side and silently contributed everything for him without any complaints or regrets.
Even when He Yiming reached the peak of humanity and entered the land of death, 108 still helped him one last time in this way.
He Yiming's heart beat faster and faster. His eyes gradually turned red, and there was an indescribable feeling of depression in his heart that soared to the sky.
The temperature of the seawater around him was slowly rising. His body was like a big furnace, and a huge amount of heat energy was unknowingly released.
He Yiming clenched his fists, and his heart was inexplicably filled with hatred.
Undead creatures — without those undead creatures, 108 would not have been injured when he wanted to close the passage.
His eyes became redder, and his heart beat faster. An unconcealable murderous aura quickly spread.
The sea creatures nearby sensed the murderous aura, and they desperately fled into the distance. Some weak or injured creatures could not withstand the pressure of the murderous aura, and they directly exploded and died.
Although the super-large creatures and spirit beasts here had long fled due to the appearance of the divine beast, there were still many sea creatures without intelligence living here.
Therefore, after just 15 minutes, the surrounding seawater was dyed a faint red.
He Yiming's body trembled slightly. He vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he could not control the endless killing intent in his heart.
If the passage was still there, he would not hesitate to go back into the passage and enter the group of monsters to kill all of them with his greatest power. Until he was exhausted or devoured by the monsters, his mind was closed.
Even so, his reason told him that the passage was closed. Even if he had the divine dragon's divine ability, he could not open the passage by himself.
Moreover, even if he opened the passage, he might not be able to return to the terrifying land of death. Therefore, he was destined to not be able to vent the hatred in his heart.
Nevertheless, it was precisely because of this that He Yiming's murderous aura became denser. At this moment, he could not control himself and even had the urge to destroy everything.
All of a sudden, his back was ice-cold.
He Yiming's mind was filled with killing intent, but he did not slow down at all. He reached out and pushed backward, and the evil fire in his body was released at lightning speed.
Behind him, an incomparably powerful Ice Elemental Energy surged forth, and all the seawater that came into contact with this energy instantly froze into a thick layer of ice. That said, the power completely lost its effect when it reached He Yiming's side.
This was because the temperature of the seawater was too high. He Yiming's side was so hot that the seawater boiled and evaporated. If they were not in the depths of the North Sea but above a small stream, one would be able to see the wonder of the entire stream boiling.
When He Yiming's palm shot out, a large amount of heat waves rolled down, and immediately broke the mysterious ice energy without any suspense.
The icy Qi behind him instantly retreated as if it wanted to escape, but how could He Yiming, who was already furious, let it go so easily?
His body was like a cannonball that was shot out of the barrel, and he was shrouded in a fiery red color.
Both parties were relatively fast. In just a brief moment, He Yiming had charged out of the bottom of the sea, broke through the ice layer, and arrived on the ice surface.
His vision was suddenly bright, and the sunlight shone from the sky, instantly dazzling his eyes.
"Pow …"
The cold air around him intensified, and the moisture in the air was instantly drawn out and condensed into a huge ice cube, freezing his entire body inside.
All of He Yiming's movements suddenly came to a halt. That powerful freezing Qi pervasively rushed into his body, as if it wanted to freeze him into an ice sculpture.
If an ordinary person were to be exposed to such cold air, the only outcome would be death on the spot. However, He Yiming was different. The temperature on the surface of his body was extremely high, and the feeling was similar to when he burned a monster's nest in the past, where he absorbed a lot of heat and formed a scorching domain around him.
Of course, the evil fire caused by He Yiming's anger could not be compared to a real scorching domain.
His body was only hot, and he did not have the power of a domain.
Therefore, when the cold air entered his body, He Yiming shivered from head to toe. It was as if he had suddenly taken an ice bath during the hottest days of the summer, and he felt a strong sense of satisfaction.
Then, he sensed several familiar auras stopping by his side.
Slowly, in this world of sunlight, He Yiming's killing intent faded bit by bit, and his rationality gradually returned to him.
He Yiming shook his head, and the blood in his eyes faded.
He stretched out his hand slightly, and the ice cubes on his body suddenly made a crackling sound, and instantly burst open. He casually waved his sleeve, and the ice cubes were thrown into the hole in the ice layer as if they had eyes.
The sparkling ice cubes floated on the water surface, reflecting the light of the sun, splashing a gorgeous brilliance.
He Yiming raised his head, and in front of him was Yuan Lixun, whose face was full of worry.
The corner of He Yiming's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile, "Thank you."
She was probably the only one who could use the power of ice to freeze and lower his temperature.
Yuan Lixun's eyes flashed with joy, and she said, "Yiming, Senior Mou said that the evil fire was attacking your heart, and if we don't save you quickly, I'm afraid you'll go crazy, so I used the Icicle Mirror to freeze you."
He Yiming softly responded, and nodded gratefully at Mou Zilong. However, although his heart was no longer crazy, it was still incomparably chaotic, and his mood was low, so he really did not want to speak.
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