First, the right to die is denied. Second, it deprives the right to inheritance. Third, the right to sleep is denied. Fourth, it strengthens the emotion. Fifth, it strengthens memory. Sixth, it strengthens perception. The seventh path locks the dimension. The eighth path locks in the bad luck. The ninth path locks the speed of time.

The villagers of Shengcao Village and the big people who rushed to the thousand-year-old temple experienced reality, and were pulled into the real dream by the supreme power.

The relatives and friends around me are still there, the hometown and houses are still there, and the familiar mountains and forests are still there, and this false truth is excessive, making people unwilling to believe the cruel truth.

Most of the villagers chose to go on with their lives, pretending that the nightmare never happened, pretending that this was the reality. As for the truth of the world, everyone chooses not to mention it.

Even the Millennium Key began to get confused, and from then on, he would sit in front of the Millennium Temple and look up at the sky every day, and at night, he would cry silently. He was unwilling to accept such an ending, he wanted not this false prosperity, but the real ruins.

In the first few years, the millennium crown would visit his father at the temple every day, but I don't know when the millennium crown came less and less. From once a day, to once every few days, to once a month, to once a year.

Another night, the millennium crown took his wife and children to the Millennium Temple, and looked at his father, who had been sitting in front of the temple for several years, his face was full of bitterness, "It's not good to live like this?"

The Millennium Key is still looking at the starry sky, he has thought about that question countless times, is it not good to live like this? But he has no answer, he is not willing to deceive himself, but everyone else has chosen to forget the truth, how can he change it alone?

"Hope is like the starlight overhead, it is clearly there, but it is out of reach. We have the same desire for it, but I haven't given up on it. ”

The Millennial Mian sighed, he knew that he couldn't change his father's mind, and after leaving this time, he would never come to the Millennial Temple again.

Ye Qingmian and the others continued to experience his life through the perspective of the millennium, one year, two years, ten years, a hundred years, and the years did not leave a trace on his face.

The child of the millennium crown has grown up, but time will stop when he reaches adulthood, and it will not be changed by the passage of time. One hundred years, two hundred years, and the descendants of the thousand-year-old crown are so many that he is not complete.

A legend began to appear among the folklore of the Holy Grass Realm, saying that after the Sacred Grass Village gave birth to the evolved Sacred Grass, all the villagers would gain eternal life, and the temptation of eternal life made the Sacred Grass Realm flock to the Sacred Grass Village frantically.

Greed and sin once erupted here, the villagers of Shengcao Village began to disappear, and some people took the initiative to go out of Tianman Mountain to a more prosperous place to tell their almost eternal stories. Some people pretend to be divine oracles and develop believers who threaten to bring eternal life to the world.

Five hundred years have passed, eight hundred years have passed. The mystery of immortality in the village of Sacred Grass has never been solved, but the descendants of the immortal can enjoy this privilege, which makes everyone rush to it.

One night a thousand years later, the millennium mian walked to the thousand-year-old temple in the back mountain and saw his father again. The Millennium Crown didn't speak, just sat down lightly beside the Millennium Key, and also raised his head to look at the starry sky.

He finally began to understand his father, after being imprisoned by the nine shackles, he had eternal life, but the thousand-year-old crown that had been strengthened by his memory was never able to completely deceive himself, and the earth that had been scorched in reality often appeared in his mind.

He felt tired, the memories of thousands of years were engraved in his mind, and every day seemed to be clear and close in front of him. He wished he could forget everything, but he couldn't. He wanted his life to come to an end, but the end was infinitely far away.

The millennium crown began to be afraid, frightened, the so-called eternal life, absolutely not as beautiful as he imagined, he began to tell the truth of the world to those who did not know, but few people chose to believe, and those few who were willing to listen, will also forget everything they heard before the next day.

The millennium crown speculated that this may be the shackles that have been deprived of inheritance, and the truth can only exist between those who already know.

Since then, there has been a madman sitting in front of the thousand-year-old temple. However, this situation did not last long, and people who knew the truth began to come to the Millennium Temple more and more, looking at the sky numbly and emptily, just like the father and son of the Millennium Key.

Another five hundred years have passed, and almost all of the first generation of Eternals who know the truth have gathered in front of the Millennium Temple. This is a group of people who are tormented by memory and eternal life.

Here are the madmen who once thought they were a blessing in disguise and wanted to conquer the world, and here are the lucky people who once thought they could avoid death, but perhaps what they didn't get was the most desirable, when death became a delusion, the right to end everything began to become a dream belief for everyone.

On this day, the millennium key, which had been sitting for two thousand years, stood up. He never imagined that after being deprived of death, he could live without food or drink for 2,000 years.

"Today, everyone is finally back here. The Millennium Key spoke slowly, his voice slow and calm.

"This person is very powerful!" Ye Qingmian said to Hua Zhi and She Xuan, "It's a bit terrifying. ”

"Why do you say that?" She Xuan asked, she didn't feel that this old man who had been silent for two thousand years and looked at the sky alone had anything worthy of Ye Qingmian so solemnly.

"For he sat for two thousand years. Ye Qingmian thought seriously, which made She Xuan almost laugh, but fortunately, this is just the world of consciousness.

But soon, She Xuan noticed that there was no hint of joking in Ye Qingmian's feedback, and even Hua Zhi faintly felt a sense of awe for the thousand-year-old key.

"I don't understand. She Xuan was still puzzled.

"Eternal life, memories that will not be forgotten, these are all invisible shackles. It will become heavier and heavier with the passage of time, until one day it can no longer be beared. Ye Qingmian passed on his thoughts to She Xuan, "Those who have experienced reality and chose to live in dreams have returned to their old lives, and the accumulation of their experiences has made them lose themselves in the years, and the countless complicated and unforgettable memories will become maggots on the tarsal bones, and will follow them like a shadow, tormenting them all the time." ”

Hua Weaving then Ye Qingmian said, "They are no longer pure, you can now see that most of them have been exhausted by their own torture, and have lost almost all their hope and enthusiasm, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the walking dead." But the thousand-year-old key has been sitting here for two thousand years, he doesn't eat, drink, sleep, and only has the sky in his eyes. His memories of nearly two thousand years can be seen as almost blank. ”

"He didn't give up?!" She Xuan was shocked, she understood what Ye Qingmian and Hua Weaving meant, the millennium key would rather endure two thousand years of loneliness, but also maintain the purity of memory, he was not blinded by the false red dust, nor was he tired by the heavy memory. He's still clear.

On this day, the Millennium Key renamed the Millennium Temple to the Nine Seals Temple. The Nine Seals represent the imposed Ninefold Unlock.

The Millennium Key walked to the Nine Seals Temple and looked at the crazy crowd whose faces were calm to indifferent, but their hearts were painful, "Some of you long for sleep, some of you look forward to forgetting, and some of you look forward to death. However, I still fantasize about freedom, and I want to one day break this dream-like world and return to the bleak and barren reality. ”

Everyone listened to the Millennium Key, for he was the only one who was not bound by heavy and long memories, and the only one who still had the courage and determination to live for a certain goal.

"Our bodies are trapped in the form of dreams in that bloody reality, in the cage of heaven and earth, which is no different from reality. Our fields have been destroyed, but you are pretending to be cultivating unneeded food in your dreams. Our mountains have been razed to the ground, but you pretend to praise him in your dreams for its majesty and beauty. Our river has dried up and turned to sand, but you enjoy its coolness in your dreams. ”

"While you are enjoying life and nature, I dare not look at Tianman Mountain. Although it was the same as I remembered, when I looked closely, I felt hollow and dark. So I'd rather keep my head up so that the sight is no longer in sight of the scene that I once familiarized. ”

"I have sat down for 2,000 years, and I have been enlightened for 2,000 years. I am only here to do one thing, perhaps insignificant, but at least a beginning, and from this moment on, I grant you sleep. ”

On this day, sleep deprivation, one of the nine shackles, was untied by the thousand-year-old key that had been contemplated for two thousand years. It was a carnival for everyone, but no one was truly happy, because the Millennium Key touched the taboo of high-dimensional existence, and he turned into a living statue, forever frozen in the moment when the shackles were broken.

The Millennium Key is alive, but more painful than dead, and everything except the mind is locked in time. But the millennium key had a smile on his face, and the millennium crown knew that even if his father knew the ending now, he would still happily usher in the end of this moment with the same expression.

To commemorate the 'sacrifice' and feat of the Millennium Key, everyone in front of the Nine Seals Temple changed their surnames to Chu Feng, representing the generation that has broken the shackles of the first seal.

The millennium crown was renamed the first crown, and he decided to inherit his father's will and carry forward the heavy memory of two thousand years, until one day, he can also be like his father, turned into a living sculpture, and at that time, maybe everyone can replace their surnames with secondary seals, right?

"So... The original people of the Holy Grass Village have already broken the shackles of the Eight Paths?" Ye Qingmian finally knew the origin of these strange surnames at this time, and the existence of the Eight Seals, did it mean that the Holy Grass Village was close to being free from endless suffering?

"Did the eight seals say that the eight seals of the cherry blossoms and the eight seals of the peach... Eh, it's Fang Lime, the closest existence to the Nine Seals?" asked Kaori uncertainly.

"I don't remember exactly, and I don't have their mnestics. To be honest, Ye Qingmian was a little envious of their shackles, but this was just a thought, if he was forced to remember everything indiscriminately and couldn't forget, it would definitely be a desperate thing. The mere fact that painful memories cannot be calmed and forgotten by time can drive people crazy.