This is a pitch-black and empty space, with no edge above, not enough below the surface, and even people can't tell the difference between up and down, left and right, southeast and northwest. In this empty space, the only foreign object that exists is only a figure that is also pitch black.

The pitch-black figure stretched out his hand, as if touching an invisible mirror, and ripples appeared in the palm contact, and then the next moment, a huge figure appeared on the other side of the mirror.

It was a behemoth that I don't know how to describe, and if you compare it physically, that small figure is not even enough to be called an ant. Or in other words, it is a fine dust, and bacteria may be more suitable.

However, the strange thing is that the two are so far apart, but in the sight of both sides, it seems that they are each looking in a mirror, and the opposite side of the mirror is reflecting their own figure, or the other side of themselves.

The huge sinuous figure was wrapped around the same mountain-thick chains, but in the eyes of the dusty figure, it was not so much a constraint as a kind of self-protection, a protection of the existence on the other side of the mirror. In order to maintain this delicate mirror balance.

But one day, this mirror will eventually dissipate, and at that time, the existence of the two sides will naturally become one completely, because this itself is already predestined. Just like he has always relied on the power of the other side, how can he always be separated.

It's just that at that time, will I still be 'myself'? No one could answer this question, but he had an answer in his heart. If there is really a so-called fate, then it is probably my own fate.

It's a pity that the so-called people always have all kinds of stubbornness and bad roots.

Even if you know something that cannot be violated, you always have to think about struggling a little. Even if you can't do it, you are always greedy for the beautiful fantasies and conjectures of the so-called 'changing your life against the sky'. With a glimmer of so-called 'hope' to comfort yourself, you can find some reason for your foolishness, and of course you are no exception.

That's why I will practice, I will practice swords, and even pursue the so-called monastic path and participate in meditation, in a vain attempt to fight against the predestined 'fate'......

It's so big, staring at this 'behemoth' in front of him, Mo sighed quietly in his heart.

But he knows very well that the gap between him and 'it' is not on this so-called form. It's about the deeper level, the difference that comes from the root, the latitude, and the dimensional level.

Just looking at it is enough to understand. The 'it' in front of me is simply not within the reach of my current self.

That is the difference in dimension, rules, will, and latitude, not just the so-called quantity, but the height of its existence that cannot be looked up to.

It's like the person and thing in the picture, no matter how great he is in that story and what a picture scroll, and how powerful he is, but in the face of people outside the picture, it is just a joke that can be erased at any time.

And the 'figure' in front of him, which is like a whole world, is his greatest reliance in this world, and it is also his deepest nightmare......

Yes, in essence, he and 'it' are one and the same. Therefore, Mo can naturally use this boundless power from 'himself' at will.

But in fact......

Mo slowly raised his hand, and wisps of black 'mist' seeped through the other side of the mirror, lingering around his body.

In the past, his biggest hole card, the 'black mist' that seemed to destroy all laws, in his eyes at this moment, was only one ten-thousandth less than one ten-thousandth of the Dao Dao mist lingering around the other party.

However, that's the end of it, just a projection of power, a wisp of breath, has already made him feel a little overwhelmed. If it's going deeper and deeper......

Remembering that just by slashing out the sword that touched the law, he almost collapsed in his body, and his will and spirit were almost buried by the boundless silence.

And if he accepts this existence like a whole world, then he will really become a drop of ink poured into the ocean, and he will completely lose his original appearance.

Actually, that's normal, isn't it, Mo shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. Even if he was outside, in the eyes of ordinary people and even cultivators, he was a powerful existence that destroyed the world.

But is this so-called 'destroying the world' really 'destroying the world'?

Even if he could split a mountain and cut a river, for this world, the 'sphere' under his feet was so huge that he didn't know the geometry that it was only a hair broken.

And for the boundless starry sky, the 'sphere' under the foot is just a speck of dust.

What a ridiculous fantasy to destroy the world......

However, this 'figure' in front of me is the real manifestation of the phenomenon of the end of the world. So isn't the gap between yourself and 'it' obvious......

With a wave of his hand, the 'black mist' around him dissipated, and Mo took one step, and the figure slowly dissipated from this void space......

When I opened my eyes, I saw a glimmer of light from the window. Mo sat up from the bed, got dressed, and pushed open the door.

When he looked at the next day, it should be early, Mo thought about it, and walked towards the courtyard.

In the past few days, he has been wanting to see each other again. I want to see if I can probe the other person's mouth, or even knock on the side. But the other party doesn't seem to want to contact him again at all.

Shut him away from the beginning, in this case, even if he has any plans, there is nothing he can do......

Walking through the huge courtyard, Mo leisurely savored the other tranquility of this courtyard in the early morning. I have to say that the master who takes care of this house is highly skilled, even if he has been here for a few days, the scenery between this courtyard still gives people a feeling of never getting tired of seeing.

A different time, a different place, even if the same mindfulness is the same, it will be a different flavor.

Before he knew it, Mo had turned to a garden again. Looking at the familiar doorway in front of him, Mo was stunned, and then walked in.

As soon as he entered, Mo Ying saw a cyan figure.

really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, Mo nodded at the other party and said, "Morning." ”

And when the demon on the opposite side saw the person coming clearly, he hurriedly put down the pruning tools in his hand and saluted: "Good morning, Your Highness Mo." ”

"Hmm." Mo nodded, and then looked at the various tools on the side, "Are you repairing the courtyard?"

"Yes!"

Ink glanced across the courtyard, the traces of that night had been re-obscured by the new masonry and flowers. It's as if that night had never happened.

…… To be continued......