Cultivation Reincarnation One Hundred Worlds

The little skeleton was happy, and immediately knew what to do.

Half a month later, the small skeleton made a stone fan in the shape of a long handle. With anticipation of the unknown, it continued to travel with its own stone slab. This time, it was not land, but the endless sea.

The moment it came out, a sense of enlightenment surged into the little skeleton's thinking, and a new concept appeared in its mind.

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Chapter 4

The first thousand and 250th year of the Ninth Five-Year Calendar.

The little skeleton has spent hundreds of years at sea.

At this time, he looked around, and there was nothing but a sea of ​​blood. The little skeleton was excited and calm at the beginning, and now it finally felt lonely.

The stone pit is floating on the sea, and the small skeleton is just mechanically paddling the water with a stone fan. When bored, he takes out the stone slabs he carved before, or knocks on the hollow stone to listen to the rhythm.

There is no way forward, there is no way back, and the surroundings are the same, making the little skeleton feel whether it is trapped here forever, it suddenly feels very sad, it has lost its way forward.

Although it has not given up and has been paddling, no matter how hard it paddles, it feels that it is always in the same place.

The sea of ​​blood is very calm, just like this world, as if time has always stopped at a certain moment.

The little skeleton began to think that it would be good if he had no thoughts, so that he would not explore, nor would he feel fear and sadness.

The 420th and [-]th year of the Ninth Five-Year Calendar.

The little skeleton is still on the sea, drifting lonely to the distance where there is nothing.

The little skeleton would wonder if this is the end of the world, and this concept is getting deeper and deeper into its mind.

I came to the end of the world and was trapped here forever.

Thinking of this, the little skeleton wondered why he had thoughts, why not just be ignorant.

The first thousand and fifty years of the Ninth Five-Year Calendar.

One day this year, something surprising happened to the little skeleton. Because of its long-term swing, its stone fan would touch and rub against the stone pit from time to time in the middle of the journey. Today, his stone pit is leaking. 2 long, (rule

The little skeleton was very scared, and wanted to block the influx of seawater with its own stone slab, but it didn't help. It could only watch itself and its beloved stone slab sink into the bottom of the sea.

If light can still be seen on land, then the bottom of the sea is boundless blackness.

It doesn't even know how deep the sea is.

I don't know how long it took, the little skeleton felt that he had sunk to the bottom, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, only the feeling of the road under his feet.

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He also lost his own slate. Thinking of this, the little skeleton really wanted to die, but it couldn't.

He's not hungry, thirsty, tired, or whatever.

It fell into confusion again.

I don't know how many years the Ninth Five-Year Calendar is.

The little skeleton is walking slowly on the bottom of the sea!

He didn't really know what he was going to do now, he was completely lost, and he was just heading in one direction.

It is desperate, it wants to die, it wants to be destroyed, it wants to not exist at all, but there is only endless blackness waiting for it, and there is really nothing in this calm seabed.Except for its slate, which unfortunately can't be found.

He began to think about why he wanted to go to sea, why did he think that there must be another end to the sea, in case it is really infinite?

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Regarding these two words, Xiaojiao thought a lot.

Will he be conscious forever and ever, lost in this perpetual darkness?

Fear slowly engulfed him. It was more terrifying and depressing than death. In the concept of the small skeleton, it knew that death was eternal ignorance, but at least it was better than this eternal torture.

The silent and silent seabed is the greatest torture for him.

"Where should I go"

In this complete despair, the little skeleton asked himself every day. In the end, he didn't know whether the heaven and the earth favored him, so the little skeleton finally gave up thinking and became ignorant.

He had no idea where he was going.

I don't know how many years later, the little skeleton's foot bone bumped into something, it picked it up ignorantly, touched it with its hands, and felt the marks on it, although it couldn't see it, it could feel it.

Those traces gradually turned into lines and sub-patterns appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a majestic mountain, the little skeleton's body trembled, and subconsciously walked nearby, found many traces on the stone slabs and slowly awakened its consciousness.

"It turns out that I've been spinning in circles.

The ignorant spirit of the little skeleton woke up again. At this moment, it wanted to cry, but I don't know whether it was because it was at the bottom of the sea or because it was a bone. It couldn't cry at all, it could only make a crackling sound. "

"If you think about it carefully, there is a difference between the land and the seabed. The same is exploration, and the same... lonely.

The little skeleton shook his head, and didn't know what he was thinking. It felt a strong emotion burst out of his body, making it want to walk unswervingly in one direction. He didn't know the way forward. , and where is it, but he knows that at this time, he can only go on.

Yes, since you are not dead, since you cannot die, let's move on.

"Forward

The emotion in its heart is its only guiding light.

Year after year, year after year, time has been blurred, and consciousness is almost ignorant, but the little skeleton walks extremely firmly, always moving in a certain direction on the dark and lonely seabed, until the end

It suddenly felt bright in front of his eyes, he lowered his head, half of his body was still in the water, but his head was out of the water, it was still the bloody world, it was still the same, there was no difference, but it was not the sea he left .

This is a new continent.

The little skeleton walked out of the sea of ​​blood, looking at this continent, unexpectedly it is not a novel place, it is just different, but isn't it enough?He turned back to the endless sea of ​​blood, his heart became more and more calm, and then moved forward firmly in a certain direction. It firmly believed that as long as he didn't give up moving forward, he would eventually find "me".

In the little skeleton's heart, there was an emotion called hope.

It returned in the sea of ​​blood, and it was desolate and lonely along the way.

There are no miracles, no signposts, and all the eyes are endless darkness.

Only if the will is not lost, can we move forward in the dark.