A ray of light appeared in the dark gap.

A physical body floats in the darkness and darkness, not knowing where to come or where to go.

"Crazy~~~"

The storm of nothingness blew.

In the darkness, two more human-shaped lights lingering into shadows appeared again. As the wind blows, they fold in this gap, gradually condense from illusion to substance.

Ning Yi spread his palms.

A scattered flower lying in the palm of your hand.

Everything that Mengshan has experienced is reflected in his mind, just like yesterday, like a big dream.

And the southern flower in the palm of the palm reminds Ning Yi-

"Everything in Mengshan is really happening."

He brought back a petal of southern flower from five hundred years ago!

Looking at the body that was crossing the void again, Ning Yi suddenly had a different idea.

"The southern flower may not be the demon flower that will lead people to fall forever. And those who observe the southern flower are not the only way to fall into the abyss..."

Ning Yi looked at the silent body that crossed the void.

"If you fall forever, how can you stop this gap in this world?"

Xu Qingyan came to her brother, and she stretched out a hand and gently stroked the fluorescent light on her forehead.

This was an extremely dangerous action.

But... after Xu Qingyan's fingers fell, the gap was still calm.

The owner of the body seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful face, allowing the woman to touch her forehead with her fingers.

Xu Qingyan whispered: "I prefer to be eternal desolate... my brother lost his id and became a madman."

Over the past five hundred years.

Without external stimulation, Yu Qingshui's body would float aimlessly in the dark void in this gap, as if he was sleeping soundly.

In life, sleeping is small death, and death is big sleep.

This body is close to immortality.

He did not have the desire to destroy anything, neither looked like Ling Yue nor the black lotus Yuan Chun... He was more like a madman who lost his true self, a self-exiled loser.

After just a gentle stroke, Xu Qingyan took back his palm.

She didn't want to disturb this body, which was unknown.

For her, it was a great blessing to see her brother and know that there was such a clone alive.

This body is like Mr. Yuan Chun's one qi transforms into three purities.

In a sense, it can be regarded as Xu Qingke's "substitute" in his first life.

"He is still alive. Even if he falls asleep now, he will definitely wake up in the future."

Ning Yikuan comforted her voice and said, "This clone may be related to the last words Yu Qingshui said in Mengshan."

"How to Kill the Immortal God..."

Xu Qingyan recalled the scene under the banyan tree. For the sword holder, those shadow fish are low-level creatures that can be destroyed by waves. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, eternal fallen things are equivalent to immortal "gods".

How to kill the gods in the body of a mortal?

"Rich together."

Ning Yi gently spit out these two words.

These are two words "only understandable but not expressive", but those who have experienced the fierce tide will understand.

In the Imperial Mausoleum Glacier.

Ning Yi killed Emperor Taizong to kill the gods with his ordinary body.

Xu Qingyan was shocked.

I see……

Five hundred years before the beginning of the Tiandu Struggle, Yu Qingshui had already thought of a way to the final path to killing the gods.

"The blooming of southern flowers may not be a bad thing."

Ning Yi squatted down, and his fingertips burst out with a dazzling divinity. The time and space in the gap have never been distorted, but now this feeling... is really a long time.

In Mengshan, I have never used my cultivation level for a year.

He has adapted to the ordinary life.

White light grew in the dark, and the new word scroll turned into a lingering afterglow, wrapping the southern flower fragments.

In the darkness, there is a glimmer of light accompanying Yu Qingshui who is sleeping.

One person and one flower, drifting through this gap, and it no longer looks lonely.

When Yu Qingshui left southern Xinjiang and came to Tiandu, he chose to give young Yuan Chun a southern flower.

Perhaps, he wanted to leave something for this world.

Now, Ning Yi has retrieved a petal of southern flower from five hundred years ago.

He chose to plant it today.

"You want to keep it?"

Xu Qingyan was slightly surprised, but soon calmed down.

She suddenly understood Ning Yi's thoughts.

"This gap world is not in the world of the Great Sui Dynasty, but is beyond matter."

Ning Yi whispered: "Maybe this is where the southern flower should grow. Here, it can stay away from the desires of the world and not cause conflicts in the world. If one day the southern flower blooms... I also want to see it with my own eyes."

Xu Qingyan looked at the flowers wrapped in the white light.

Under the warmth of the new word scroll, the crumbs are broken and dispersed into the foundation, rooted in the divine nature, and slowly absorbing nutrients.

In Mengshan.

The southern flowers lie on the stone platform, absorbing rain and dew day and night, and can survive.

Later, she was picked by Grandma Hua and began to swallow blood, sucking the host into human fucking.

Later, it was torn apart by Yu Qingshui, and even if a piece of flower chips was left, it could grow tenaciously.

It can be seen...it does not require any harsh cultivation conditions, nor does it have to absorb blood between the eyebrows like a demon.

The rain and dew of the world and the desires of the earth are all nutrients of southern flowers.

What this flower eats and what it will bloom when it blooms.

It's like a mirror.

The good and bad things that reflect the person opposite have nothing to do with the mirror itself.

"This flower can reflect the self..."

Xu Qingyan slowly moved his head and asked with a smile: "You want to know what kind of person you are?"

"yes"

Ning Yi also smiled, but he paused and said softly in his heart.

“Not all.”

...

...

"Those who praise the light can see immortality, protect it, and shine the light..."

Before a stone mountain in southern Xinjiang.

Thousands of people stood silently, holding scrolls in their hands.

The waterfall fell to the ground and the sound of water roared.

Chu Pei walked with his sword in hand. Before coming to the pool, he put away the flying sword with awesome look. He did not disturb the thousands of people who chanted the Tao, but came silently to the back of the stone mountain.

"Mr. Ning."

As one of the few insiders in the entire Nanlai City, Chu Pei took a deep breath and tried hard to prevent his face from showing fanatical admiration.

It can be heard that his voice was trembling due to excessive excitement.

"Mr. Ding Yin asked me to say hello to you!"

He bowed and bowed, his face almost against the ground.

And his tribute was sitting on an ancient tree at this moment, hiding in the leaves, as if holding a volume of ancient books, reading with great interest.
To be continued...