The surging river.
The small boat slowly drifted along with the current.
On the boat.
The boy stood in front of the corpses on the ground, silent for a few moments, then glanced at the rattle-drum in his hand.
The rattle-drum was already stained with blood.
Lin Changfeng's slash just now was an all-out attack, so he didn't control his strength at all, causing the boat to be covered in blood.
"I wanted to save the world, but I never intended to kill first …"
The boy sighed and lightly turned the rattle-drum.
Dong dong dong dong dong!
Following the sound of the drum, faint figures flew out from the corpses one after another.
Eight hitmen.
They looked around blankly, apparently unable to understand the situation.
The boy didn't give them time to react and shouted: "Go!"
In a split second, a golden waterfall flew out from the rattle-drum and swept through the air, instantly wiping out the eight souls.
The golden waterfall returned and circled around the rattle-drum.
The boy raised the rattle-drum with one hand while forming a strange hand seal with the other, then lightly placed it on the boat.
Clouds began to gather.
The small boat took off from the river and disappeared into the void of space like a blurred image.
— — -it traveled through the void of space without any form or form.
There was nothing else that could detect its presence.
After doing all that, the boy sat down cross-legged on the deck of the boat and began to rest.
A figure abruptly appeared in front of him.
— — Lin Changfeng.
The boy closed his eyes and spoke: "Just now, the Laws of Heaven and Earth of the Great Desolate world had changed, apparently altered by someone, so I don't think you should reincarnate for now"
The void of space behind him parted to reveal a vast expanse of golden light.
"I'll keep your soul for now, after I've confirmed that there are no issues, I'll send you to reincarnate, what do you think?" the boy asked.
Lin Changfeng nodded, then turned around and flew into the expanse of golden light.
…
Inside the silent passage.
The orange cat opened his eyes and looked at the rattle-drum with a complicated expression.
Memories — — -
Sure enough, I managed to recover some of my memories.
But this memory is too short.
Where exactly did I come from? Why did I become a Connate Saint right away?
Where are my parents?
"— — follow the path I gave you, you will remember everything"
Saint Wind-Rain's voice resounded in his ears.
The orange cat no longer hesitated, put the rattle-drum away, and returned to the vertical wall.
Although it took a long time to describe, it only took a breath of time to accept that memory.
He had to recover all his memories as soon as possible!
It spread its claws and sprinted up the wall with all its might, gradually turning into an orange shadow.
Ten breaths later.
The orange cat crawled out of the tunnel.
He was surrounded by coffins floating in the air.
Dead silence.
The orange cat stared closely at these coffins, then lightly leapt up and silently landed on top of one of them.
— — according to Wind-Rain Saint's arrangements, a fake corpse was sealed inside this coffin so that it would be convenient for the orange cat to enter without drawing any attention.
The orange cat couldn't help but fell into thought.
Lin Changfeng was most likely the reincarnation of Jang Young-ho.
But —
Unlike Scarlet, he didn't wait in the cycle of reincarnation, so why did he only reincarnate around the time of my reappearance?
Could it be that he had kept his soul all this time?
How was this possible?
While thinking, the orange cat tried to determine the direction.
Soon, it saw the mark.
— — On top of a black stone pillar, there was a statue of a Qilin.
The orange cat lightly leapt up and landed on the Qilin's head.
It thought for a moment, then stretched its tail down and pressed hard on the Qilin's mouth.
It seemed to have triggered some sort of mechanism.
Space itself began to ripple and took the orange cat away from where they stood.
He appeared in a small secret room.
There was nothing else in this secret room other than a single zither.
As the orange cat looked at the zither, for some reason, two blurred figures appeared in his mind.
He couldn't help but take a few steps forward and lightly placed his paw on the zither.
In an instant, countless images quickly flashed through his mind like a flashing lantern.
The shore of the great river.
The child put the small boat away and continued on his way by himself.
He passed through mountains, swamps, fields, and finally approached a stream.
There were quite a few waist-deep puddles of water in the stream, each of which contained a few fish, crabs, and shrimp.
The child took a fish, lit a fire, recalled Lin Changfeng's roasting technique, and cooked the fish.
A hearty meal.
One day later.
The child stood on top of a cliff and looked towards the distance.
He could already see crops on top of the mountain.
— — -we're about to reach a place with people.
The child smiled.
There wasn't a single trace of exhaustion on his face, instead, his small body seemed to have grown a bit thicker and taller.
If one took a closer look, they would notice that from the void of space around him, sprites of light would occasionally fly towards him and enter his body.
— — -the Origin of the entire Great Desolate world was constantly nourishing him.
The child jumped off the cliff and landed on a narrow path. He walked forward along the path.
At dawn, he saw a village.
The corners of the child's mouth curled up into a smile, but it slowly disappeared completely.
Too silent.
This place had already left Bu Zhou mountain range, would an entire village still be massacred?
The child sped up.
A few moments later.
He entered the village.
The village was silent, without a single person or the smell of blood.
The child thought for a bit, closed his eyes, then abruptly opened them again.
He stared at his surroundings, his gaze constantly moving as if he was looking at something.
"Demon …"
The child's expression turned serious.
He stared at the void of space for a bit longer, then suddenly followed a small path into a certain village house, went straight to the bedroom, and carefully observed a small bed.
He stood still for a bit, then took a few steps forward and moved the pillow on the bed away.
Only to see a small jade badge under the pillow.
The child took the jade badge up to take a look.
A few lines of text were written on the jade badge:
[Entrance trial, pass with badge]
The child sighed and muttered: "How unfortunate, if you hadn't fallen sick, you wouldn't have died here, not even making it to the entrance trial"
He put the jade badge away and recalled the other party's appearance. His body slowly grew a bit taller, his appearance also changed a bit.
At this point, he looked like a 5-year-old boy.
After doing that, he left the village house, then froze.
A black figure landed on the village square.
It was a tall and lanky young man with a pale face.
The young man's back was covered with a black cloth, carrying a long object on his back.
The young man turned around, saw Gu Qing Shan, then the jade badge in his hand.
"You didn't die?" the young man was surprised.
The child hesitantly asked: "Did I deserve to die?"
"No, of course you didn't deserve to die, I mean — — how did you escape from the demon, after all, everyone in your village died" the young man replied.
The child went silent for a bit, then answered: "I got into an argument with my family, caught a fish in the stream, ate it, and as soon as I returned, I found that everyone was gone"
The young man pondered: "Stream — — that's a bit far"
A young girl appeared behind him and spoke in a low voice: "I'll go take a look"
"Go"
The girl's figure flashed and flew into the sky, heading in the direction of the stream.
Not too long later.
The girl returned with a strange expression: "There are indeed traces of roasting fish …"
"And then?" the young man asked.
"Clearly he didn't know how to roast, although the meat was mostly eaten, the fish's organs were still inside, not taken out" the girl replied.
The two of them exchanged glances.
This kind of thing was really like what a five-year-old child would do.
The young man's expression relaxed, took out a small book, and asked the child: "Name?"
"Xia Sheng"
"Age?"
"5 years old"
"— — hm, I saw your name, come with us"
"Where are we going?"
"You're qualified to take the entrance exam, we thought you were dead before, but now that we've found out that you were lucky enough to escape, we naturally have to bring you back"
"My family …"
"They're all dead, killed by the demon" the young man sighed.
The child was stunned, seemingly unable to react.
The young man shook his head, about to say something else, but abruptly looked up.
The sky suddenly turned dark.
The world seemed to have changed — — -
All the houses around them turned grey, the ground was also covered in a layer of frost, while layers of fog swirled around the village.
"Demon!" the young man shouted in a low voice.
He took off the black cloth on his back and placed the thing he was carrying horizontally in front of himself.
— — -it was a zither.
The young man reached his hand out and lightly plucked the strings of the zither.
A clear sound of the zither resounded.
In a split second, 7-8 shadows flew out from his back and scattered in every direction.
"Xia Sheng, don't be afraid, go hide under a tree!"
The young man told him.
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