The Path to Becoming Immortal

Day after day, month after month, year after year!

Ning Ping tirelessly piled up new graves, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Unconsciously, an endless forest of tombstones formed behind him.

He didn't know how many graves he had piled up and how many tombstones he had erected.

Because he couldn't bear it!

The murmurs that had long disappeared seemed to echo again, as if they were saying something in detail.

But when he wanted to listen carefully, he found that he couldn't hear anything clearly or hear anything.

Ning Ping didn't hear it either, and even seemed to be deaf to everything.

He just numbly kept knocking down dead trees and making them a new tombstone.

After more than a hundred years, there were only a few dead trees left in front of Ning Ping, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Looking around, all he could see were huge and towering tombstones.

Finally, the last dead tree was knocked down, and then a new grave and tombstone were erected.

Just when Ning Ping wanted to continue looking for the next dead tree, he found that there was only a tombstone left in front of him.

Suddenly, a strong and indescribable complex emotion suddenly emerged in his heart.

His long numb mind woke up again and turned into a clear mind.

"Ah..."

After being unable to speak for a long time, Ning Ping finally sighed.

Sighing at the number of tombstones! Sighing that he finally fulfilled his wish! Sighing at the disgusting immortal!

Just at this moment, Ning Ping's ears suddenly moved slightly, and he also heard the ethereal murmurs.

It came from the endless sea of ​​tombs.

Naturally, when he wanted to listen carefully, he couldn't hear anything clearly.

However, inexplicably, Ning Ping heard these murmurs, but he seemed to understand them completely.

It was a kind of relief and liberation.

A smile slowly climbed up the corners of Ning Ping's mouth, and his whole body was completely relaxed at this moment.

It seemed that he had completed a significant event for himself.

In the murmur, Ning Ping's eyes seemed to slowly appear many people.

They were talking and laughing together, children were playing...

Sometimes, it seemed that they were fighting with some monsters together, and the sounds of fighting and shouting were intertwined.

They were also seen returning victoriously, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

Just at this moment, Ning Ping suddenly shook violently.

This scene was also familiar to him!

A memory that was buried deep in the soul also slowly emerged. It was the inner demon he encountered when he broke through the fusion period.

It was a light gate! An extremely magnificent gate!

It seemed that many people walked into that light gate. What were they going to do? Why did they go?

He knew nothing about it!

At this time, his memory gradually became clear.

It was a group of people, a group of uncivilized savages, they were wearing animal skins...

By the way, they seemed to have some beautiful and strange runes engraved on their bodies.

They walked towards the light gate, their faces also filled with happiness, just like the scene in front of them.

And there was a man among them! He seemed to say something to him in front of the light gate.

"What was it?" Ning Ping thought hard with a tangled face.

No matter how he thought about it, he only vaguely remembered that it was a very ordinary sentence, but he couldn't remember what it was exactly.

He also remembered the look in the other party's eyes when he looked at him, which was silent, and there was a trace of hatred mixed in.

That's right! I can be absolutely sure that they are also the Immortal-hating Clan! I can be absolutely sure of this!

At this moment, Ning Ping stood still, and his face turned pale in an instant.

This memory was actually forgotten by me after breaking through the fusion stage, or buried deep in my soul.

If it weren't for the whispers today, I'm afraid I would never recall it again.

But my intuition told me that this inadvertent memory should be very important.

But how could I forget such an important memory?

Even if it is not important, with my memory ability, how could I forget it, and only recall it again at this moment!

In fact, at this moment, I did not recall everything, and I only remembered the people in front of me.

But I vaguely remembered that many people passed by me and walked towards the light gate, but I couldn't remember it at this time.

Now after thinking carefully, I found that this memory was forgotten silently after I was awakened by Shen Qingyao.

It was like I had a dream that day, and I knew that the dream was very exciting and important after waking up, but I couldn't stop it from being lost in my memory.

Did my memory get erased by something?

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly lit up.

Light gate! Could it be because of the light gate?

But what is that light gate? Why did those people go there?

What is inside the light gate?

At that time, I must have asked the same question...

Ning Ping's heart was in a mess at this moment, and he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Then why didn't he go in at that time?

At this moment, I knew nothing about what was behind the door, so I definitely had never been in!

How could I not have gone in if I was so curious?

Thinking of this, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and remembered the words he could not remember just now.

Although he still could not remember the words that the Yanxian clan man had said to him in front of the light gate.

But if he speculated now, it was probably the other party who prevented him from entering the light gate.

"Yes! It must be so!"

Ning Ping was extremely happy at this time, and his face flushed with excitement.

It was like a very important thing that was lost and found again.

He had no idea what the light gate was, but this memory was worth keeping.

So Ning Ping could not wait to carefully re-organize everything that appeared in his memory in his mind.

But unfortunately, what he could remember seemed to be only some fragments.

Only the light gate was unusually eye-catching in his memory, as if he would never forget it.

Ning Ping was even afraid that he would forget it again when he looked back, so he carefully recorded what he knew into a jade slip.

After doing all this, Ning Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and it was time to prepare to leave.

At this time, the whispers in the depths of the stele forest became vague and echoed in the distance, and the illusions seen in the mind before disappeared.

"Okay! You can rest in peace! I will pay tribute to you again if I have the chance in the future!"

After bowing deeply again, Ning Ping stood up and flew directly to Dinggan Hall.

While flying, Ning Ping was unaware that the light gate that he had just engraved in his memory disappeared again.

Even the relevant memory information recorded in the jade slip disappeared strangely.