The vast will, revived from its slumber, condensed into Mo Yu's body, cold and indifferent.

This is...... The will of Yellow Springs!

It will not allow its own sacrificers to get out of control.

Boom –

The power of the endless Yellow Spring rushed madly into Mo Yu's body, bringing terrifying oppression.

It's going to be forcibly fused!

The screams of the baby's revenant became more and more poignant, sharp and short, like iron chisels.

An unimaginably powerful force erupted from within it, confronting the power of the Yellow Springs.

However, the awakening will of Huang Quan in front of him, its power, was quickly suppressed.

Mo Yu's body began to become transparent, and gradually blended with Huang Quan.

The oppression of Huangquan's will in the outside world, the confrontation of the infant's soul inside, the two forces are superimposed together, as if activating some kind of power.

The black chain that stitched the soul of Mo Yu and the remnant soul of the baby emitted a faint black light, and where the two touched, they began to merge!

The soul of the dead is black and full of anger, and the soul of Mo Yu is white and full of life.

At this moment, black and white blended, like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water, and both were pitch black in an instant.

The fusion became logical, and almost in the blink of an eye, the infant soul and the remnant soul of Mo Yu were completely integrated.

Infant remnant soul, Mo Yu soul, strange corpse...... The three are in one, and the balance is formed.

This move immediately completely broke the balance in his body.

Mo Yu's body suddenly trembled, and there was an inexplicable will that woke up from every inch of his flesh and blood.

The body, which almost fused with Huang Quan, then resisted fiercely.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The infant remnant soul that fused with Mo Yu's soul directly joined forces with Mo Yu's body, and the power that erupted from both sides was able to resist Huang Quan's will.

The situation froze for a moment.

The remnant soul of the infant and the body of Mo Yu did not want to be fused and completely dissipated, and it was impossible for Huang Quan's will to give up the sacrificer in his hand.

Neither side retreated, so they launched a fierce confrontation in Mo Yu's body.

Remnant souls, corpses, and the power of Yellow Springs...... All three were decayed, and in the fierce battle, the dead qi in Mo Yu's body became heavier and heavier, gradually forming a black mist, covering a hundred feet.

After that, the area covered by black fog increased over time.

One hundred and fifty zhang...... Two hundred zhang ...... 300 zhang ...... 500 zhang ......

......

Thirty-three years later, at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, a mass of dead air appeared.

It is thick and black beyond ink, difficult to penetrate with the naked eye, and even can be seen clearly when standing on the Yellow Spring.

After that, the fog did not change, and time passed quietly, and another thirty-three years passed.

The death aerosol suddenly began to shrink inward, and although it was extremely slow, it was shrinking every moment.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang ...... Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight zhang...... Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven zhang......

It wasn't until the third thirty-three years later that the aerosol shrank to only one zhang.

The condensation of such a terrifying amount of dead qi naturally represents a qualitative leap, dense fog, deep fog, liquid, and liquid ...... By the time it was time to reach a zhang, all the dead qi had turned into hedrons...... A piece of a piece of life that is the size of a zhang, so black that it seems to be able to suck people into it.

Then, everything fell silent again.

If things stop here, Mo Yu will be sealed in the crystals of death qi and sink to the bottom of the Yellow Spring until the world forgets him.

But only a year later, just when Mo Yu sank into the two-hundred-year period of Huangquan, a white spot suddenly appeared in the crystallization of dead qi.

It's only the size of a soybean, and it's like a light......

The cathode is yang, and the heavenly way is circulating.

At the end of death, there is a life of its own.

At this moment, in the crystallization of this infinite death qi condensation, a wisp of vitality was born from Mo Yu's body.

Life and death are intolerable, opposing each other, and the appearance of this vitality is like a drop of cold water poured into a boiling oil pot, which suddenly provokes a violent reaction.

Infinite death, a tsunami-like eruption, in an instant, annihilated this vitality.

Dead air crystallizes, slowly returning to calm.

Another year, suddenly, a little vitality, born in Mo Yu's body.

The dead air riots and is extinguished in an instant.

Another year, three times of life.

Struggled in the infinite breath of death, and then dispersed.

Year after year, life is everywhere.

It shone with two breaths, and then it was annihilated.

......

Year after year, year after year.

Every year on the same day and at the same time, a little vitality was born from Mo Yu's body, but it was quickly destroyed by the dead qi.

But as the years go by, the time for which this vitality is being sustained is getting longer and longer.

One, two, three...... Becoming more and more resilient, less and less vulnerable to destruction.

Until today, it has lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Regardless of the raging death, this bit of vitality flickered, but it persevered.

And gradually, it seems to have a tendency to grow, and the white dot itself is getting bigger.

Correspondingly, the dead air contained in the crystallization is one point less.

......

The growth of vitality and the death of dead air are destined to be a long process. Fortunately, as the vitality became stronger and stronger, the speed of devouring the dead qi also increased.

The crystals get smaller and smaller, and when they reach a certain point, they no longer shrink, but fade in color.

Gradually, a figure appeared in the crystal.

Click-

A crack suddenly appeared, and then spread rapidly, and the entire crystal suddenly crawled all over the cobwebs. It was then shattered and turned into a gray powder, which was washed by the yellow spring and completely dissipated.

What appeared in front of him was a black-robed monk, who was kneeling cross-legged at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, his expression indifferent.

The unimaginably vast vitality flowed through his flesh and blood.

The fingers moved, and the man's closed eyes slowly opened.

There is no intimidating light, some are just warm and introverted, and calm.

He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and sighed softly after a long time, "I didn't expect this dream to be five hundred years...... It's just that now, who am I? ”

At this moment, he has three memories in his mind.

The first, a newborn baby, has minimal and blurry images. I can only remember the countless howls and blood, a weak but warm embrace that hugged him tightly, a tall but indifferent figure, and the palm that strangled him at the end.

On the palm of his hand, there is a sixth finger.

The second is a disciple of the Xuan Immortal Sect for Han Kun, who lives in a world called the True Spirit Continent. From birth, to entering the sect, to becoming famous...... Until it fell, the corpse fell into the river of burial immortals.

Everything is right in front of you.

The third, whose name is Mo Yu, was born as an orphan......

Into the depths of hell, above the Yellow Spring, to find the truth.

There was a hint of confusion on his face, but more than that, it was pain from his soul, and he muttered, "Who am I......"

In silence, the man sat cross-legged.

This is the whole month of March.

His frozen body suddenly raised his head, his face was confused and faded, and his eyes were clear in black and white.

Slowly spoke, completing the question he asked three months ago.

"I'm Mo Yu. ”

The voice is flat, not sonorous, but it has the weight of a rock.

Boom –

The yellow spring suddenly boiled, and countless corpses appeared, not wailing bitterly, but solemnly chanting.

"Chaos is not born, I am born...... Chaos dissipates and I still ...... But one day when he woke up...... Necessary Huangquan for the blue sky ......"

"Book you...... Spirit of the Ancient Path......"