It was a long darkness, but there seemed to be something else in the darkness that unconsciously attracted Yuling's attention.

He seemed to see a splendid palace, the palace was deserted, only a five or six-year-old boy struggled to carry a long sword, constantly repeating the action of drawing the sword, stabbing forward, drawing the sword, stabbing forward, meticulous at a glance, boring and boring.

A middle-aged man beside the boy stared at him indifferently, without any appreciation or satisfaction on his face, only occasionally pointing out a few words, but that kind of pointing was all disgusting scolding and reprimand, without the slightest gentleness or encouragement.

He seemed to be so disappointed in the boy that he stood there and kept his sword moving.

The boy is like a silent statue, stubbornly maintaining a posture from morning to night, and the night is getting darker.

With a "clang", the boy finally passed out, but his right arm was still stretched out, clutching the long sword.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, and he was woken up by a middle-aged man splashed with a basin of ice water.

The December wind was bitterly cold, and the boy struggled to get up covered in ice, and his face was sickly and ruddy.

He was still silent, no excuse, no complaints, but there was only dead silence and indifference on his obviously immature face.

I don't know how much perseverance he continued to start a new day of sword training, or the two basic movements that were so boring that it was unbearable, but the middle-aged man was just not satisfied.

The boy finally fell ill, but the middle-aged man ignored the matter that could be solved with a few pills, and completely left him to fend for himself.

In the huge and gorgeous palace, but the boy is always alone, not to mention the palace maids to take care of him, and even he has to boil the medicine himself.

He staggered to the room with the elixir in his arms, but fell weakly to the ground, and the herbs were scattered everywhere.

He struggled for a long time and couldn't get up, so he could only climb on the ground with difficulty, holding the elixir in his arms one by one, and when his hand reached for the last vine elixir, one foot stepped on it fiercely, and even crushed it a few times like a demonstration.

The boy lay on the ground and raised his head, his dark pupils still indifferent, but there was a little more coldness in the dead silence.

"Bah! Waste! It's a shame to have a brother like you!" a boy of twelve or thirteen years old looked disgusted, surrounded by a group of attendants, richly dressed and elegant, and the boy who was embarrassed was completely from two worlds.

After one of the attendants finished crushing the elixir with his foot, he gloated and kicked it in the boy's face: "Eat, I kindly added some ingredients for you, it should be even more delicious!"

Another maid giggled and said, "That's right, don't waste it, your master only ordered so many medicinal materials from the Divine Medicine Palace, don't expect him to prepare another one for you, after all, your master has so many disciples, how can he care about you, the most wasteful one?"

"Hahaha!"

A group of people talked and laughed, and walked away, listening to the topic they talked about, which had shifted to the legendary story of a certain genius.

The boy was silent in the snow for a long time, but finally picked up the sparsely trampled vine and gently hugged it in his arms.

Even with such insults and malice, he didn't open his mouth to curse, he didn't complain, he didn't hysterical, he was like a deaf and blind man.

On the snow, the little figure crawled forward little by little, little by little, and just like that, it snaked out a thrilling trail with difficulty.

Towards an unpredictable future he had no idea about.

......

The boundless darkness sank and sunk as if dispelled by the light.

Yu Ling opened his eyes in a trance, his head was still a little throbbing, and there was a feeling of emptiness and weakness.

It took him a long time to remember what had happened, for the story of the boy he had seen in his coma seemed to occupy his mind, and for a moment he couldn't tell who he was.

It's like having a long dream, and there is always some unreal sense of confusion when you first wake up from the big dream.

No, what about Chenruo?

Yu Ling suddenly regained consciousness, hurriedly left the dream-like story behind, and began to look for the traces of Zi Chenruo around him.

He found himself in a strange and humble stone house, with a cold stone platform lying underneath him, not even a bed.

When he sat up suddenly, he turned his head to meet a pair of bright eyes, and a girl dressed in purple sat quietly on the edge of the stone platform, staring at him without blinking, without speaking or making any superfluous movements.

"Chenruo?" Yu Ling looked at her in a daze, completely unprepared, and couldn't help but wonder for a while if she had fallen into a dream within a dream.

Is she "awake"? Is she really alive?

The girl's autumn eyes in front of him were still fixed on his face, and he just hummed softly.

"Dusty ......" I don't know why, after the sudden surprise, Yuling keenly felt that something was wrong.

He suddenly asked with some uneasiness, "You...... Do you remember me?"

The Yin Spirit had already reminded him that even if the soul conjuring was successful, everything could not be perfect, and that incomplete souls were likely to cause memory loss or confusion. Not to mention that in the process of stalemate with the Netherworld's Water, those purple points of light that represented the soul of Zichen were swallowed up a lot, and Yu Ling didn't dare to speculate anymore.

"Huh?" the girl in purple looked at him suspiciously, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

Obviously she is still the same pair of quiet and clear eyes, and she is still the gentle and quiet girl, but she always feels that some places have become very strange.

Yu Ling couldn't suppress her feelings of gain and loss, and reached out and gently touched Zi Chenruo's sleeve, as if she wanted to confirm whether she in front of her was real.

Apparently, he did not dream, nor did he see any apparitions.

She really is her.

But......

When Yu Ling was stunned, the girl in front of her suddenly showed a confused look, and the next moment her eyes blinked, and the temperament of the whole person suddenly became completely different.

The purple-clothed girl grabbed Yu Ling's hand tightly touching her sleeve, and a delicate look appeared on her face that was absolutely not in line with her character, Chu Chu said pitifully and tearfully: "Ling, you finally woke up, you have been in a coma for two days......"

Yu Ling stared blankly at this extremely strange her, only to feel like she had been struck by lightning, and her mind was ridiculously blank.

Wait!this, this, this...... What's going on?

It's obviously the same face, the same person, why...... Why is it ...... What was going on? Was he really not dreaming?

Even if it's a dream, there has to be a minimum logic and bottom line, right? !

Before Yu Ling could react from the collapse of the three views, the girl threw herself directly into his arms and said with a crying voice: "Ling, I thought I would never see you again...... Woo, don't leave me again, okay......"

Yu Ling didn't care to reply, his whole spirit sank into the sea of souls, and he directly found the extremely weak purple light and asked, "Did you do anything?!"

"Hurry up and let me out!, do you want to regret it?" Ziguang asked weakly.

"You explain it to me first!"

"What do you want me to explain? Because your last magical soul technique, combined with my soul conjuring method, the effect is incredible, so her soul is basically all in place, and there are not too many missing, let alone amnesia or memory confusion or something, if you don't thank me, you still ......"

"The question is what's going on with her now? It's not her character at all, are you sure you're not getting mixed in with anything weird?"

The Yin God Spirit Spirit was about to erupt, and said angrily: "You are sick! She is not a problem at all, right? It's just that she forcibly opened the seal before and broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, causing the existing realm to collapse, although she recovered to the peak of the Spirit Separation under the warmth of the Soul Conjuring Method and the Soul Condensing Technique, but she divided nine thoughts in the Spirit Separation Realm, but now she can't twist it into one another, in short, she is now split into nine personality ......"

“......”

Sensing that Yu Ling's soul thoughts were transmitting some kind of dangerous signal, the Yin God Spirit hurriedly added, "But! Although it will be very difficult to rebuild after breaking the realm, with her talent, I am afraid that it will not be a few years before she can enter the spirit transformation, and this result is already too good to be better, what are you not satisfied with?"