Fifth Qiu Wan held Wen Yiming's pale hand, she was so excited that she couldn't help herself, and said in a trembling voice: "Nian'er, come here, hurry, your father's fingers have moved..."

"Daddy!"

The two brothers and sisters put away their swords and didn't care about wiping the sweat off their faces, ran over with their mouths open and their faces full of anticipation, squatting left and right beside Wen Yiming's short bed that could be pushed, squeezing his hand, and calling in a low and agitated voice.

Although they are not yet fifteen years old, they have grown up under the doting of Jiang Xian and others, and the elders are guiding them to cultivate martial arts, and they are already very tall.

Fifth Qiu Wan raised her slightly trembling hand, stroked Wen Yiming's cheeks as white as fish meat, and sobbed: "Yiming, wake up and see us, you can..."

The mother and son wept in a low voice, and although their eyes were hazy with tears, they still looked at Wen Yiming's eyes that trembled their eyelashes slightly.

Wen Yiming felt that he had been wandering in a vague dream for a long, long time, so long that he had forgotten the time.

He seemed to feel extremely real again, he seemed to be fighting in endless blood every day, countless hideous faces appeared in his mind, he felt severe pain all over his body, constant soreness and pain, even with a frozen sluggishness, as if his whole brain had been numb, and he became unable to think.

He felt so tired, and kept searching for the endless space, looking for a quiet place for him to live.

He wants to rest!

For a long time, he could feel that countless people were calling his name, but he could not see the owner of this familiar voice, as if he were alone in a world, and those voices were unreal.

I don't know when, he is the only one left in the world, and he is lonely and lonely looking for the deepest throbbing in his heart.

The more time passed, the more he felt that this lonely world made him helpless, as if he was incomparably small in this world, and every flower and grass around him was lush and towering.

A small speck of dust was as big as an ox and could roam in the void, and he floated around him every day.

Those little gravels were like meteorites, obscuring the sky and the sun, and he was about to lose his breath.

His hope for survival is the cries that come from time to time, incomparably cordial, worried, anxious, sad, regretful... And so on.

He was moved in a world that was night and day, and a voice in his heart was shouting.

To live!

The thirst in his heart made him unable to make a sound, he couldn't even feel his breathing, as if his heart had stopped beating.

He had nothing to do, wandering under the weight of the vast amount of dust and gravel, feeling weak, staggering, and his organs seemed to be about to fail, but every now and then a trace of warmth flowed into his body and mind.

So, he began to use cultivation to pass the time, and he didn't know the end of the long time, accompanying him to live alone.

He found that his cultivation could not be improved, and he began to age slowly like ordinary people.

It seemed that he couldn't hold on anymore, he felt like he was about to die, and the warmth in his mind kept him a little conscious.

Gradually, at some point, he found that the only three nebulae left in his mind were slowly swirling, and they seemed to shrink every day, as if they were being melted in consumption, and he became inexplicably sad.

But his consciousness gradually became clearer, and the calls that supported him to live became clearer and clearer, and his emotions became clearer and clearer.

By the time he knew it was a dream, the three nebulae had completely disappeared, and the chaotic nebula in the middle of the center had been spinning like a milky white halo, as if trying to maintain his breathing, pulse, and heartbeat.

The huge amount of dust, meteorite-like gravel seemed to be getting smaller.

One day, he felt that his world had returned to normal, and all the haze and dust, gravel, flowers and plants had been restored, allowing him to see the whole world clearly.

The call was so familiar, he heard it, felt...

It's his wife, his children, his parents, his brothers, all those who care about him.

Faces appeared in his mind, he put away the dragon spear in his dream, gave up his cultivation, and fought hard, wanting to tear apart this lonely world and break through the void to get together.

He used all his strength to open his eyes, and he persevered day after day, exhausted but never giving up.

It was as if a long-lost raindrop had fallen, spilling on his cheeks like nectar for nine days, sliding down, silently soaking into the corners of his mouth...

Salty, wrapped in endless thoughts and care...

It's tears!

It's bitter...

The halo of the chaotic nebula in his mind filled him with strength, and he struggled to open his eyes, as hard as prying open two steel gates, making his breathing short, his heart beating faster, and he didn't want to give up.

The voices of those calls were like help from outside the void, helping him open a door to space, and he tried to cooperate.

The world had cracked open a thin crack, and he was ecstatic...

Without stepping into the crack, he could already see the difference.

The crack grew bigger and bigger, and slowly, as if the shield of his entire closed world had been removed, and he felt like a chick in an egg, and the eggshells around him suddenly burst open, and then his eyes lit up, and the whole world changed.

He exhaled and looked at the somewhat haggard face that was close to his cheek, tears falling silently.

"Autumn Girl..."

His voice was almost dusty, low and hoarse, as if it were full of noise, and it was harshly rough.

Fifth Qiu's delicate body trembled, and she couldn't help but grab his hand, watching the person who was looking forward to waking up day and night finally opened his eyes, and a pair of tired eyes were still so clear and deep.

What a familiar look, she cried with joy, leaned over and hugged him tightly, who was already too thin to look human, tears pouring down.

Fifth Qiu Wan raised her head for a while, stopped her tears, and said with a smile: "Wen Si, go and call Grandpa them, Nian'er, inform Uncle Meng and Uncle Tartar that your father is awake..."

The two siblings rubbed their red eyes and ran out of the courtyard separately, the sound of rapid footsteps seemed to carry endless momentum and could be uplifting.

In less than five breaths, a group of people poured in from the gate of the instructor's mansion one after another, and when they saw Wen Yiming just being helped up by the fifth autumn girl and leaning on her, their eyes were wet in an instant.

"Instructor!"

"Teacher!"

"One Ming!"

“......”

The voices of different names were invariably accompanied by the steps approaching and excited, and there was surprise and worry in those eyes.

Although Wen Yiming woke up, it could be seen at a glance from their cultivation that Wen Yiming's physical functions had decayed to a terrifying point, except for those eyes, all the vitality was so weak, and the long hair that had been neatly and cleanly taken care of by the Fifth Autumn Girl was not snow-white, but gray, and although his face was not old, it was terrifyingly pale, as if it had been thawed out of an ice cave.

They all already knew that Wen Yiming had taken the Tyrant God Mixture back then, and this was the price to be paid for the powerful effect.

Time, just a year has passed, and they don't know if Wen Yiming can survive the remaining year.

(End of chapter)