Three thoughts were released almost at the same time. These were the thoughts of He Yiming and the others. After feeling some kind of power from the dark night, they all made the fastest reaction.
In the next moment, these three thoughts had already come into contact with the power from the dark night.
There were no gorgeous sparks, no wonderful collisions, everything was so dull, not even a trace of splashing waves.
A strange, huge power had already enveloped their three thoughts in an instant.
At this moment, He Yiming actually felt a warm and lazy feeling from the bottom of his heart.
His mind seemed to be affected by this power and became confused. His brows were slightly furrowed as if he was trying to figure out what was going on.
In this power, there was no malice. This was a kind of peaceful power, but it was as vast as the sea. When he came into contact with this power and resonated with it, his thoughts would be involuntarily assimilated by this power.
Countless broken pictures appeared in his mind, and his past experiences began to replay at this moment.
However, these memories were not complete. The pictures that appeared in his mind were some warm and beautiful memories that made people feel relaxed.
When these memories filled a person's mind, it would give them a feeling of boundless happiness.
The wrinkled brows slowly relaxed. He Yiming's thoughts and mind were finally affected by these memories, and gradually relaxed.
In this beautiful environment, he actually had a kind of lazy feeling of wanting to indulge in it forever, and not having to practice martial arts anymore.
In the dark night, between He Yiming and the two Mythological Beasts, there was suddenly a little green light.
This thing that looked like a phosphorescence gently floated in the middle of the three of them, and used that faint light to illuminate their heads and faces.
This light was extremely strange. Other than their heads and faces, there was no light anywhere else on their bodies.
It seemed that this light had intelligence, and was specifically shining on a specific place.
Not only He Yiming's face showed that kind of happy and carefree expression, but even Baozhu and White Horse Lightning had the same expression on their faces.
They were like unborn babies, lying in their mother's amniotic fluid, carefree.
This phosphorescence was the spiritual power condensed from the souls of the Mythological Beasts that died naturally.
For generations, only the souls of the Mythological Beasts that died naturally and peacefully could obtain the qualifications to enter the Beast God Temple.
Once these souls of the Mythological Beasts that did not have any resentment condensed and took shape, they would give up their memories, and use some special method to preserve their spiritual power.
In this spiritual power, there was no danger, no conflict, only complete peace.
For humans and spiritual beasts that cultivated martial arts and constantly fought to become stronger, this kind of peace was an extremely rare and almost impossible feeling.
No matter how powerful a cultivator was, no matter how tenacious their heart was, no matter how much they suppressed and weakened, they were unable to completely eliminate this kind of peaceful feeling.
Therefore, when they suddenly entered this kind of peaceful environment, their body's resistance would be weakened to the extreme, and the desire in their heart would be aroused, and they would be completely immersed in it.
Of course, if one wanted to make a Divine Path expert feel the temptation of this feeling, one must have a powerful spiritual power that far surpassed his own.
And this phosphorescence that condensed more than twenty Mythological Beasts' souls, undoubtedly had an overwhelming power.
In front of this power, He Yiming, Baozhu, and White Horse Lightning were easily attracted. They quickly fell into that comfortable feeling that made them not want to leave.
In a trance, He Yiming faintly sensed that in his peaceful world, there seemed to be two more voices. These were two very familiar voices, so familiar that they were almost no different from his own voice.
However, He Yiming's memory was no longer complete. He could only faintly feel the existence of these two voices, but he was unable to recall their origins.
The space between He Yiming's eyebrows slowly began to twitch. The tranquil world had already been broken by these two voices. He desperately tried to recall, trying to find the source of these two voices from those fragmented and gentle memories.
Countless fragmented pictures boiled in his mind, tumbled, and reassembled.
The twitching between his eyebrows became more and more intense.
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Baozhu's body began to tremble slightly. In this vast Beast Divine Temple that could allow any Mythological Beast to enter, Baozhu's body was as small as an ant.
Its memory went back to when it was a child. At that time, it lived under the protection of its mother. Whether it was the totem clan or the main peak of the Heavenly Lake, it was a place for it to play.
In its memory at this moment, its mother had not left, but would always be by its side.
It was completely immersed in these beautiful memories, wholeheartedly enjoying the love from its mother. At that time, it was the happiest …
However, amidst its joy, it seemed to have heard two different voices.
These two voices did not seem to ring from its ears, but were slowly released from its heart.
What is this?
Faintly, little Baozhu felt that these two voices were quite important to it. It tilted its little head and seriously tried to recall. But in its memory, there seemed to be no existence of these two voices. Gradually, the little guy began to feel confused …
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Lightning's body stood as straight as a javelin.
Its body was elegant and full of beauty. After going through countless tempering, the white horse's body was not inferior to the other huge Mythological Beasts, but its small body was not inferior to the other Mythological Beasts.
At this time, the muscles on its body trembled slightly. In its mind, two illusory figures circled around it. Even it was not sure if this was real.
From the day it had its memories, it had been living alone on an isolated island.
On that island, there was an abundance of food, but there were not many large beasts. So it was able to grow safely.
It did not have any real memories of its parents. It only had a small impression of them that was passed down in its bloodline. It did not know why it was abandoned, nor did it know the whereabouts of its parents.
All the power in its body was unearthed by itself.
To it, it had never really enjoyed the love of its parents. From the moment it could barely stand up, it had been working hard for its own survival.
And at this moment, it vaguely seemed to see its parents, a pair of Mythological Beasts white horses with the same appearance and talent as it.
Just as it slowly closed its eyes and was about to completely indulge in this warmth.
Two loud voices abruptly rang out in its heart.
Its eyelids trembled slightly, and its heart was constantly struggling. It did not want to leave this world that was almost a dream for it, even if it knew that this world was actually just a figment of its memory.
However, the two voices in its heart became more and more intense, and even anxious.
It exhaled a long breath, and a white breath spurted out like a substance.
The illusory and beautiful image shattered and disappeared.
At this moment, it abandoned the beautiful and warm illusion and chose the cold reality.
Its beautiful big eyes finally opened. In the darkness with only a very faint phosphorescence, it looked around for a moment.
Its two companions were sitting calmly, and from their faces, there was a kind of expression called happiness.
As if hesitating for a moment, the white horse's eyes became firm again.
Facing the small phosphorescence that illuminated its head and face, it opened its mouth and let out a long neigh that sounded from its soul …
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A voice sounded in his ear, and slowly went deeper.
Gradually, in He Yiming's whole world, there was only this voice left.
Amidst this silence, He Yiming recalled something …
This was the voice of Lightning, its voice full of pride, confidence, and unyielding.
All the memory fragments disappeared at this moment, and they were completely broken under this power. Whether it was those gentle memories, or those things that he tried hard to recall, they all disappeared at this moment.
In his mind, it was pitch-black, because everything had returned to chaos.
In his dantian, the power of the combination of light and darkness rushed up, and poured into his mind along the meridians.
His consciousness spread out, and it echoed with the power of chaos in his dantian.
The two different powers of light and darkness constantly merged and sublimated, and He Yiming's mental power grew in an indescribable way.
"Pa …"
In his mind, something seemed to have broken. The power that was imprisoning him had completely disappeared.
His mental power seemed to have absorbed all the energy after the combination of light and darkness, and it became magnificent and huge, like the sea, endless.
He Yiming opened his eyes, and what was reflected in his eyes was a dim light.
He saw the wisp of phosphorescent light floating in front of his eyes. This light seemed to shine directly into his soul, giving him a sense of enlightenment and liberation.
He turned his head and immediately saw the White Horse Lightning's beautiful big eyes blinking. In this pair of eyes, there was worry, joy, and unwavering strong confidence.
He Yiming opened his mouth, and a hearty laughter came from his mouth.
"Little guy, wake up."
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