In a certain period of time left behind in the eternal years, time has no name, right and wrong, good and evil are indefinite, nameless, impossible, and almost Tao.

Lin Ming woke up, and he found himself a formless cloud of smoke trapped in a glass bottle.

Outside the bottle, there is chaos.

"Looks like I lost. ”

He has no complaints about his current situation, and even has a painless account of his previous failures, and what he cares about is never winning or losing. Or rather, neither winning nor losing means much to him.

He had already seen his end when he threw a snooping glance at the Lone Lantern Daoist in the Moon Palace—as he had said before, the script had long been a stereotyped thing.

Victory or defeat, in fact, he has no choice at all, and he doesn't even have to choose the way he is defeated.

But......

Death is more than an end for anyone.

If the course of life is compared to a runway, then the runway must be circular.

The beginning is the end, the end is the beginning, the beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning.

Thereupon......

Lin Ming opened his eyes and looked at Chaos, and there was also a person in the chaos who opened his eyes to look at him.

The man's body was so huge that he could only see one eye from the perspective of Lin Ming at this moment.

The eye looked at Lin Ming very dullly, and it was not until a long time passed that Lin Ming realized that the owner of this eye was dead.

Because he couldn't read any information or mental fluctuations from this eye.

He writhed his smoky body in the glass bottle, rushing left and right, condensing and expanding, and after a long time, the glass was shattered.

Lin Ming controlled himself to retreat and rise in the chaos, and he felt as if he was in the water during his movements.

He stopped when he stepped back and rose enough to take in the giant eyed master in front of him.

The owner of the giant eye is a hideous-looking Buddha, charred and black.

"Evil corpses. Lin Ming recognized the attributes of this Buddha, "The 'corpses' that were cut off will eventually flow here, and this is the tomb of the 'corpses'." ”

Lin Ming saw the Buddha, and also saw the large and small figures behind the Buddha who were even farther away from him.

They were all dead and silent, black or white, long or short or even bald.

This is the grave of the corpse and the tomb of the Word.

The departed Word, the abandoned Word, the negative Word, they meet here, and they are silent and opposite.

They were all completely dead, and Lin Ming tried to separate a wisp of smoke and touched the Buddha, and the dead Buddha shattered into powder.

"Interesting. ”

Lin Ming played with the powder, and he gradually condensed from smoke to human form.

In this dead space, he was the only one who was still able to move freely.

A relative 'living person'.

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Although he didn't know what was going on, after killing Lin Ming, Mo Xie did feel an unprecedented emptiness in his mind, and the world in front of him seemed to have become completely different from before, but he couldn't say why it was different. It's like a flower he is looking at at at the moment, in the past, he thought that a flower was a flower, but at this time, it seemed to him that the flower was no longer just a flower, but a slightly beating aura.

It's not just the flower that is an aura, but even he himself is a ball of aura, except that the former is thin and fragile, the latter is rich and strong, the former is reddish in color, the latter is incandescent in color, the former is gradually dissipating and withering, and the latter is growing stronger and more vigorous.

It's not just him, it's not just the flowers, everything in this world is a clump of aura, and although they are different in color and size, they are indeed the same kind of thing.

Mo Xie saw it, but he didn't understand it much, just like he didn't understand the words 'beheaded' that popped out of Lin Ming's mouth.

Both the Tao and the Tao are too complicated, and he seems to be inherently at odds with such complex things.

So although he had seen the origin of all things at this moment, his cultivation had not increased significantly because of this ability, and the only benefit he had gained from it was that he had learned to guide the aura that made up him to fill the hole in his chest. It's like leveling out the sand when creating a sand painting, as the aura fills, the hole and the broken heart grow again.

The heart that has grown again is no longer the heart it used to be, and even the rhythm of its beating is different from what it used to be.

"Hmm......"

Mo Ye touched the filled gap with his hand, he sat down slowly, and the white flames began to rise endlessly.

He felt some pain in his heart, maybe it hadn't grown yet, right?

……

Zhang Lingshu returned empty-handed, but he did not return to the south.

The team that had retreated to the border had already driven back, and the leader of the team had arrived in the fourth ancient capital in addition to the Western Capital, Jianye, and the Imperial Capital, and a major event would be announced to the world in the near future.

It's just that how many people in the world today can hear this voice and take this announcement seriously?

Zhang Lingshu felt funny, but he felt that the new government and power that was about to be established at the moment were a little more ridiculous than the Xiuzhen Emperor State in the past.

To that end, there is still some urgent work for him to do.

He led his men and horses south by water, all the way into Soochow.

The Eastern Wu, that is, the Jiangdong Wu family, was the only one among the eight wealthy families in the previous Great Rebellion of the Heavenly Dynasty, but it was not because the Wu family was indifferent, but because the Wu family's residence was hidden in the river and was extremely difficult to find.

Zhang Lingshu knows ninety percent of the geographical secrets in this world, and only he can find the location of the Wu family as an outsider.

"Push the bucket down, be quick!"

When Zhang Lingshu arrived at a turbulent water by boat, the soldiers who had been resting quietly along the way were urged by him, and barrels of sunken bombs made of high explosives and charges were continuously thrown into the water.

After a while, there was a muffled sound from beneath the surface of the water, and then a layer of scarlet liquid floated up.

"Pour the medicine!

Seeing that the scarlet Zhang Lingshu gave the order again, the soldiers threw the glass bottles containing dark green liquid into the water as they were told.

The glass bottle explodes when it encounters water, and the liquid in it is a burst of irritation and white smoke when it encounters water.

"He Fangxiao dared to plot against my Red Emperor City!"

Between the white smoke rising, a figure broke through the water, and his person was covered in blood, his facial features were distorted, and it was difficult to distinguish his appearance, but from the way he broke through the water, everyone knew that this was a monk.

Greeting the monks, Zhang Lingshu had already instructed the soldiers how to behave.

"Da Da Da!"

Gunshots rang out on the river, and the monk, with his twisted features, fell back into the water, melting in the smoke.

"Don't save bullets!" Zhang Lingshu stood on the bow of the boat, scanned the river, and as far as his eyes could see, no less than hundreds of black shadows rose from under the river.