The world of the dead, as it is called, the underworld.

There is no mythical and legendary king of Yama, no torture that hooks people's tongues and liver, and there is no sword mountain, fire sea, oil pot and blood pool. But there is a more terrible existence than these.

The five major enchantments of the deceased, the time enchantment, the space enchantment, the psychic realm, the extinction realm, and the birth gate that has been transferred to reincarnation.

The Seiling River is the place where it leads directly to the Shengmen, and the Ferry Department exists in a separate posture, connecting the various barriers, and it is the place where the chief of the Yin and Yin Divisions judges the sins of the deceased and determines the future of the soul.

It's like a transit point, connecting 'hell' with the world.

And the five major enchantments of the dead are not places where all Yin can enter and exit at will. It's not as bloody as the legendary hell, but it's more terrifying than the legend.

Here, there is no life, no dialogue, no refuge. Here, all the time, all the directions lose their meaning. Here, even heaven and earth are only the appearance of living beings' minds, not real existence.

This is a huge energy field, a terrifying energy field that is not discovered by the science of the world.

The Secret Clan, which has a centuries-old heritage, knows very little about this mysterious existence, only that it is a space above the real world.

The Mystics live on one side, using an invisible wall of energy to block all living beings except their own.

No one can find out the secrets of the secret clan, and after hundreds of millions of years, the secret clan has sometimes communicated with each other, and each has some understanding of each other's duties.

The so-called secret clan is actually the difference between the existence of ordinary human beings, or the longevity of thousands of years, or the spiritual power, or the corner of peace, or the duty of the heavens, the mountains and rivers.

They seldom think about how they came to be in this world. On the contrary, the most ordinary human beings have searched up and down in the process of 10,000 years of evolution, searching for the secrets of heaven and earth and the meaning of their own existence.

Therefore, the Mystics call humans the children of the gods. Only the sons of the gods have the perseverance to evolve and find the true spirit.

The Mystics do not have such a will. Ye Guxian, the ancestor of the fox clan, once said that the closest thing to divinity in the world is nature and the human race.

They, they, are the most merciful and the most cruel, the kindest and the bloodiest.

When human beings fly to extraterritorial space to overlook the entire blue planet, it is destined that sooner or later human beings will have the power to break the law.

Because life is short, we seek eternal life.

Because of the unknown, we continue to seek knowledge. Because he does not believe in fate, he seeks the mystery of life in the long river.

The Secret Clan, like the oldest creature on this planet, is an elder-like existence that has adhered to the laws of heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years. They are never curious about their own existence, or even about what their so-called destiny is.

The people of the secret clan, from birth to death, stick to their duties to the end. Like an ancient family guarding every corner of this planet, they are resting on their laurels, but they are content with their destiny.

Because they firmly believe that the gods have not given them the power of the law.

The power of the law is irresistible, and even the Celestial Clan, which was destroyed by the catastrophe seven thousand years ago, can hardly resist its power.

Fusu reminisced about the bits and pieces, trying to think about what he really was.

He's not a secret race, he's a human. A living person. Although he had died 2,000 years ago, chance had given him a new life. He has walked in confusion for 2,000 years, seeing all the separations, joys and sorrows of life and death, in the world.

Flowers bloom and fall for another year, and the tide rises and falls for another thousand years. And only then did he really feel that he was a human being.

It was, and it is.

In the soul realm, the memories of the past were sealed by him little by little in the depths of the core of the soul of the emperor cypress. For in a moment, the shield will disappear, and he will be exposed to the power of the laws of the Extinction Realm.

There is nowhere to hide, there is no way to resist.

He didn't know how much time had passed since he entered the Extinction Realm, there was no time or direction here, not even heaven was heaven, and earth was not earth.

He is the smallest being in this vast space.

At any moment, it will be blown into white sand under your feet by the fierce wind, and then sucked in by the strange halo that hangs in midair.

What awaits him may be billions of years of sleep, or, death.

Completely, lifeless, perish.

He was not afraid. I just feel sorry for it. He remembered what she had said before entering the Extinction Realm. Every sentence, every word is as clear as echoing in the ears at this time.

She said, you don't have to be so nice to me, she said, I don't care, she said, I know you want her back, I want to, I said, I'd rather never know you, she said, I wish you got what you want...

What a pity, he wanted to say something.

But it was too late, too late to tell her that he really liked her.

It's not because she's a doppelganger of the original 'her'. It's a real liking.

It's too late to tell her that if 'she' doesn't come back, he'll stay by her side just as well. I didn't have time to say 'I'm glad to know you'!

After the golden spiritual shield was completely absorbed and disappeared by the halo giant mouth, he felt his consciousness flow from his brain bit by bit.

Standing in a dim and uncertain expanse, he let the wind and snow sweep wantonly, and the white sand and gravel swept through the air, taking away all the breath of life.

In the face of tremendous energy, Dibai's spiritual power once again sealed itself in the soul realm, is this a surrender in the face of the law or a fear of irresistible power?

Fusu didn't know who he couldn't even remember who he was, why he was in such a desolate and void place.

It's as if he belonged here, like the endless wind, the rolling snow, the white sand that swept up from the ground...

Who is Sangxia, why did you forget your name and remember it?

Sangxia... His last sigh echoed through the space.

The vast belongs to the vastness, and the void remains nothing. The wind and snow stopped abruptly, and only the white sand was constantly sucked into the halo that hung in the air. There was no one in the darkness...

Heaven and earth are silent. It is like returning to the barbaric period before ancient times, the sky and the earth are chaotic and hazy, as if they have just been peeled off, and gradually reveal their form.

A small shadow appeared in the void halo, and it fell in an instant, wrapped in a white mist. The appearance of slowly falling, just like when the heavens and earth first opened, the gods came into the world, and there was a sense of magical greatness.

Falling to the ground, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes calm, like the creator staring at the four directions. At a glance, it seems to have passed through hundreds of millions of years.

Raising his hands and stretching his arms towards the halo, an invisible energy pierced through the hazy white, rolling up a stream of air on the ground.

Suddenly, another figure in the giant mouth of the halo fell rapidly.

'Snap' she caught the sharp fall from the air, looked down at the face in the crook of her arm, and a smile swept across her lips.

Turn around and step into the void.

Marrakech at night is very quiet.

The brightly colored buildings are not very conspicuous in the dim light, but rather have a sense of loneliness.

There are not too many towering buildings and busy city streets, and the old bucket towers and scattered domed houses exude a strong atmosphere of time. At this time, this ancient city has a solemn sense that is almost solemn.

She looked up at the round arch in front of her, and the porch was beautifully carved.

This is supposed to be a corridor connecting the buildings on both sides, and the front and back are white and sand-yellow houses. The corridor is hollow, and the octagonal lamp with Arabic characteristics hangs on the top, which is dim.

In the distance, there are some dim street lamps, which dimly illuminate the range of the force.

Empty. That's good, Su'er said not to show the ability to change in the human world that ordinary humans can't understand, otherwise you will be captured.

She tilted her head and blinked, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, he raised his hand and released the wisps of black threads, and for a moment he leaned out in the dark night.

In less than a moment, two tall and thin men skimmed in.

The two look exactly the same, with a slightly curved high nose bridge, deep sunken eyes, high eyebrow bones, beards, and white robes. He saluted respectfully and muttered something.

It's a pity, although it's also a bad thing, but the language barrier really knows no boundaries. Waving his hand impatiently, he pointed to the person he was holding in his hand, and motioned to find a place to settle.

The two Middle Eastern Yin Gap immediately understood, and quickly lifted Fusu with one left and one button, and the four of them fled to an ordinary house in the city at the same time.

The house is the most common in Arabia, with low rooms and low beds, furnished with only the simplest daily necessities.

After putting Fusuping on the low bed, Sang Xia searched all over the house to find a pen and paper to write a few words, handed them to the two Middle Eastern messengers, and then sent them away.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the lifeless person on the bed.

The white mist slowly reached out and enveloped him. She knew that he wasn't dead, but that his consciousness had been taken away from the energy of the Extinction Realm.

However, he had sealed most of his memories and spiritual power in the Emperor Bai Soul Realm early. While repairing his wounds cut by the wind and snow, he found that his original was not damaged, and he only needed to recuperate for a few days to wake up.

The biggest problem now is that he must reclaim the consciousness that has been taken away by the energy from the Extinction Realm before he can wake up.

If he were unconscious, he would be a living dead even if he woke up. What's the use of having memories without consciousness?

There can only be one kind of energy in the soul realm, and human energy is composed of consciousness and memory.

And he chose to protect his memory, did he think that he could resist the power of the Coming Breath Realm with this physical body? Or was it that for him, memory was more important than his own consciousness?

Sanxia pulled out a few strands of silver hair hanging from his forehead, frowning, unable to figure out what he was thinking at that time.

Memories are gone, and this void energy is indeed the most fragile, and if it is taken away by the Extinction Realm, it will definitely be impossible to recover.

Consciousness is different from person to individual, and a strong-willed person will not change his mind when he enters the body. Of course, she knew that his own consciousness was also very powerful, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't resist wandering in the Extinction Realm.

The more time passes, and if his consciousness is worn out, he will really never come back.

If she hadn't taken him out of the barrier in time, it would have been impossible to retain even the remaining shred of consciousness.

She had already felt that the time of the Dead's Barrier was advancing much faster than in the real world. So, in taking him out of the barrier, he left most of the energy behind to search for his captured consciousness in the barrier.

In the vast Extinction Realm, even if she already knew that she had the ability to come and go, it was not a matter of finding it in a moment.

Racing against time, sensing the ability to search around in the Extinction Realm, Sanxia's brow furrowed even deeper.

If it weren't for the sound of his thoughts, she wouldn't have been able to find his exact location in the vast barrier so quickly.

She heard it, no matter how heavy the wind and snow were, she heard it.

It's not very clear, but the phrase 'It's nice to know you' still seems to be echoing in my ears at this time.

Since coming to the real world in the ban, everything has been new and fresh to her, some interesting, mostly uninteresting.

I don't seem to have much love for this world. She knew this very well, and she was sincere in every word.

She really didn't think that she had to come to the world for a while, but she just came and came, so she tried to live and see. She doesn't feel that she can fit into the world, nor does she feel that this real society is so exciting.

She had seen and heard everything in the ban. I just didn't feel it. She couldn't feel the sensation of proprioception.

Actually, it's not that she can't, but she doesn't. She didn't seem to have any emotion, and she didn't know why, and she didn't think much about it.

But in the days and nights of life in Runlu, the bits and pieces of getting along with the people in Runlu have played a subtle effect invisibly. Is it because of this?

As people say, because they get closer, they become more and more like a real living person, so they also have human feelings. She couldn't tell the difference, and she was very puzzled.

What do people often say about reluctance? Is this the kind of feeling?

Looking at the motionless person lying on the bed, a strange taste rose in her heart.

I'm a little anxious, anxious about whether the time to regain consciousness will be in time. It's a little stuffy, and my chest is stuffy. It's like a cloud in it, and I can't spit it out.

All she knew was that she had to, as soon as possible, even if she used that untouchable force, she had to get his consciousness back!

"I'll find you, I will!"

In the darkness of the night, a firm voice rang out from the dim sand-yellow houses.

And this Moroccan city called Marrakech has exploded.

Of course, for the human world, there is no impact. The shadows were gathering in an unprecedented 'extravaganza', and a group of identical-looking Middle Eastern men were talking to each other, and no one could read the words written on the paper.

Located in the middle of nowhere, they are under the management of the Northwest Africa Division.

In vain, the oldest Yin Cha took the mysterious note to the branch region...