Chapter 1355: Chapter 1232 The Second Story
Ti flies.
“After being betrayed, old friends were swallowed by the tide of darkness and corrupted.”
The Quiet One calmly narrates the story: “Relying on old mories, he endured for a long, long ti. Maybe it was a million years? Maybe ten million years? Or even longer, so long that he already forgot about ti.”
“Once you forget ti, those old mories will gradually drift away too.”
“After all, in the span of billions of years, mories of decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years are too brief to support the loneliness of eternity.”
And Yun Xi watched as the scenes before her eyes unfolded, the images constantly tracing back to the very beginning of this life.
It was when Li Fan, in the Xuantian Realm, t his two disciples, Nan Feng and Zi Ling.
It was when Long Zixuan and Lu Rang entered the small mountain village without looking back.
It was when Dugu Yuqing and Qing Chen painstakingly pondered the Great Dao of Mathematics outside the village, unable to solve it…
It was when Jiang Li lanted the chess ga in the small mountain village, and Wu Dade felt apprehensive when he first saw Hei Gou…
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And it was when she first entered the small mountain village, she t the Second Elder sunbathing by the roadside, who told her that Little Li and the others had gone to do a barbecue.
Then she took the White Tiger Immortal King with her to the barbecue spot where Li Fan and the others were. At that ti, her heart was full of confidence, but when she saw Li Fan, fear instantly replaced it, and she mistook Li Fan for the Great Demon King…
As she recalled the images, she also rembered Li Fan tying an apron on her, inviting her to barbecue.
Rembering how Zi Ling was drawing, yet couldn’t paint her, and Li Fan personally sketched her shadow, which beca her life’s imprint.
Recalling the butterflies Li Fan gifted her.
…
This life’s scenes had already concluded.
Everything seed to have returned to a zero point.
…
Even Yun Xi seed to have forgotten ti.
In reality, perhaps a month had passed, or maybe half a year, possibly a year.
The images never appeared again.
And in the Domain of Utmost Darkness, perhaps an endless million years have passed.
“I must find him.”
Yun Xi murmured, suddenly standing up, resolutely and determinedly heading towards the Domain of Utmost Darkness.
“I will not let him forget everyone, will not let his mind wither away…”
Butterflies danced around her, as if forming a bridge transcending all ti and space, guiding her across the pitch-black gate into the Dark Firmant!
Colorful lights reflected brilliant colors, like a rainbow, awakening the ancient silence of darkness.
“Who is it?! Daring to pass through the Dark Firmant?”
“The White Mist World has already perished; has a Supre erged from that small village?”
“No… it’s that girl from back then, who went and never returned? How can she reappear?!”
At this mont, in the Dark Firmant, countless dark eyes lit up on the Dark Giant Stars, exclaiming in shock at many of the Dark Supres.
“The End of Myriad Paths, a pathless journey… yet in this life, she reappears.”
“Do not intervene; her destination seems to be the Domain of Utmost Darkness?!”
“Entering the cage on her own, leave her be!”
Voices echoed across the Dark Firmant, all creatures within the Dark Firmant watching.
The rainbow-like bridge moved, ultimately one end soaring to a realm darker than darkness itself, more desolate than desolation itself.
The Domain of Utmost Darkness, a forbidden zone of all life, even the Dark Creatures cannot tread upon it; it is said that beyond the Domain of Utmost Darkness lies a dam!
At this mont, above the vast Dark Firmant, the Rainbow Bridge spanned the Sky Domain, and on that colorful bridge, Yun Xi in a white dress, transcendently beautiful, amidst a worldwide darkness, silhouetted herself as especially pure, like a transcendental fairy.
She gazed ahead at the Domain of Utmost Darkness, oblivious to the many enemies within the Dark Firmant.
She gracefully arrived at the front of the Domain of Utmost Darkness, stepping into it.
Her figure disappeared, never to be seen again.
Colorful lights scattered between heaven and earth.
…
And at this mont, on a mountaintop, The Quiet One sat beneath an ancient pine tree long since withered through countless years, not lifting his head.
“Years passed swiftly; ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million years… when you completely forget the existence of ti, living becos a tornt.”
“If life truly exists for the love and warmth of the mortal world, when the world behind is completely dead, life loses its aning.”
“He was invincible in the realm, number one in the world, surpassing many of the Supre Ones, yet he was defeated by eternity.”
“The eternal desolation and loneliness.”
“Even lacking the courage to break the dam any longer, lacking the courage to fight the darkness…”
His pace of speech was not fast, but it never paused; this story seed to need no thought, as it was already seared into his heart.
“Yet when he had almost descended into madness, consud by darkness, almost corrupted by darkness… still, he saw a beam of light in the dark.”
A ripple seed to appear on the tranquil face of The Quiet One; he looked both smiling and sorrowful, continuing his story that no one was listening to anymore:
“In the endless darkness, she ca… a little girl he had cared for when he was still the Heavenly Emperor, although she was naturally gifted, her Realm had not yet grown.”
“He promised to care for her all his life; she once said she would surely stand shoulder to shoulder with him…”
His words paused; he fell silent for a long, long ti; as the story reached this point, he seed speechless.
After a long, long while, he continued:
“When darkness descended, he had no choice but to take the Ascendant Path to quell the chaos; when old friends betrayed him, when the tide of darkness consud everything behind, he thought everything had been destroyed…”
“But she remained strong, growing through blood and fire, crossing the boundless darkness, reaching his side.”
“The girl who promised to stand shoulder to shoulder with him succeeded, yet he who vowed to care for her failed to do so…”
“To save him from the corrupting power of darkness, she sacrificed herself.”
“This story is called Farewell in Death.”
His words beca very light, very gentle, murmuring as if uttering words he didn’t want anyone to hear:
“Her na was… Yao Lan.”
As he uttered this na, a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye.
At that mont, a terrifying power abruptly descended upon him, transforming into terrifying Chains of Law, ripping him apart completely!
The Quiet One, the number one in the world, now appeared like a powerless prisoner, struggling and resisting to no avail; the withered old pine tree transford into the dreadful Bronze Pillar, binding his bones and flesh, rcilessly whipping him with the Chains of Law.
The Great Dao dispersed, divine consciousness extinguished, The Quiet One trembled; this was a torture exceeding all…
He finally died in agony.
Died a long, long ti.
The Bronze Pillar turned back into the old pine tree, which appeared to have withered countless ages ago.
And beneath the old pine tree, a figure in white robes slowly erged.
He was untainted, his white robes like new, his deanor as indifferent as lifeless stone, colder than ice.
“Desolation is the return path of all life.”
The Quiet One gently whispered a line, his gaze directed at the Domain of Utmost Darkness, eyes icy and frosty.
“Betrayal, Farewell in Death… few things in life are more hateful than these. After experiencing such dilemmas, even the steadiest heart, the most perfect realm, would beco twisted and furious and mad…”
“To destroy a heart twisted by fury and madness becos much easier.”
He waved his hand, and a chessboard appeared on the stone table.
He played chess with himself.
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PS: The Quiet One is unrelated to Li Fan, The Quiet One is not Li Fan’s past life, do not guess in this direction.
Good afternoon and good evening.
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