Zhiqiu Yiye incarnated Jianmu to feel the loneliness of being buried in the ground, time seemed to have lost its concept and meaning in the dark, Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't remember, how long had passed, only knew that the surrounding darkness was like a tide, constantly impacting the heart.

At first, Zhiqiu Yiye seemed to remember that his name was Zhiqiu Yiye, but he was trapped in the memory fragments left by Jianmu.

But as the seed was buried in the earth, the eternal darkness enveloped itself, lonely, and Zhiqiu Yiye's mind seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Zhiqiu Yiye subconsciously looked for a fulcrum around him.

But Jianmu Seeds, the will to desperately break through the ground gradually infected Zhiqiu Yiye.

Zhiqiu Yiye's emotions that are about to explode because of the darkness seem to have found an outlet for catharsis, and Zhiqiu Yiye carefully understands the kind of seed that doesn't think about anything, as if the whole life process is the will to break the ground.

Slowly, Zhiqiu Yiye forgot himself, forgot the darkness around him, forgot the time, and forgot where he was.

Zhiqiu Yiye has become Jianmu seeds, and Jianmu seeds are Zhiqiu Yiye.

Zhiqiu Yiye frantically absorbs all the nutrients that can be absorbed, and uses it to desperately strengthen himself.

Zhiqiu Yiye bought the seeds again and again to store energy, and then hit the shell, wanting to germinate, and then break through the soil.

Again and again the impact fails, and again and again the energy is renewed, waiting for the next impact.

Finally!

"Click"

A crisp sound seemed to resound throughout the soul, and in this dark land without a trace of light, a black and inconspicuous seed cracked a crack, and a green light shone out of it, and this green light, representing the light of life, also illuminated the black and white land.

A green sprout poked its head out of the crack, as if looking at the world that he desperately wanted to see.

It was dark, as if the world I wanted to see wasn't like this.

The green shoots began to desperately absorb nutrients again, wanting to grow up quickly, wanting to break through the unchanging darkness around them.

Little by little, grow up.

"Sand, sand, sand"

Dirt, sand, loose sounds.

In an inconspicuous place, a small sapling grew out of the soil.

Zhiqiu Yiye felt the process of building wood seeds, accumulating in the soil to breaking the shell and breaking out of the soil.

Feel the birth of this life, the feeling of breaking through the siege.

The wind blows, the rain hits, the sun shines, the frost, and the leaves of autumn feel everything from the changes of the four seasons and bring their own feelings.

Time passes year by year, the leaves fall back to the roots, and the leaves of Zhiqiu experience the process from the birth to the end of this life.

It's like a reincarnation, from birth to death, from death to life.

The sapling grew as tall as the sky, until a huge winged snake appeared.

Zhiqiu Yiye's eyes darkened, and his consciousness returned to his body.

It turned out that I had just sunk into Jianmu and felt the experience of Jianmu.

Suddenly, Zhiqiu Yiye was overjoyed, and quickly sat down cross-legged, experiencing the harvest this time.

Zhiqiu Yiye sat there cross-legged, his body slowly began to emit green light, and the vitality coming from his body became stronger and stronger.

"Zha"

A sound that seemed to open the sky came from Zhiqiu Yiye's body.

Zhiqiu Yiye's body exudes a rhythm of the birth of life, and this rhythm is getting stronger and stronger.

Slowly, a black and inconspicuous seed appeared behind Zhiqiu Yiye, and the seed germinated behind Zhiqiu Yiye and grew slowly, and then grew into a towering tree.

If Zhiqiu Yiye turns his head at this time, he will find that the big tree behind him is exactly the same as the grown Jianmu that he saw in Jianmu's memory.

At this time, the vitality of Zhiqiu Yiye's physical body has also reached its peak, and a living artistic conception began to be born from Zhiqiu Yiye, and slowly the artistic conception began to spread to the entire space, and the entire space that is being promoted to the wood world has a little more flexible vitality.

Under the influence of this artistic conception, flowers bloomed on the earth, and grass and trees began to grow out of the soil.

And at this time, the shadow of the tree behind Zhiqiu Yiye began to fall, and it fell to the ground to wither and decay, then two, three, and then all the leaves on the whole tree fell to the ground, decayed, and withered.

He was born here, and he was buried here.

And the vitality of Zhiqiu Yiye's physical body began to decline, Zhiqiu Yiye's physical body began to shrink, and the skin began to wrinkle, until Zhiqiu Yiye's body could not feel a trace of vitality.

I can't hear my heartbeat, and a leaf in autumn is like a piece of dead wood.

The shadows of the trees in the background, the leaves falling to decay, are still continuing.

And at this time, Zhiqiu Yiye's body, a mood of death suddenly rose.

A wave of decay and the artistic conception of death began to spread, and the flowers, plants, and trees that grew in the space began to wither.

The shadow of the tree behind the autumn leaves, the leaves fall, decay, and then the leaves grow again, and then the leaves fall again, and the decay returns to the earth.

The death that has just been just now is actually a continuation of the power for the next life to appear.

Zhiqiu's body like a dead tree slowly came out with the sound of drumming, and the drum sound became louder and louder, like thunder above the nine heavens.

The sound of a large river rushing also began to come from Zhiqiu Kazuha's body.

This is actually the sound of Chiaki Kazuha's heartbeat and blood flowing in the blood vessels.

One withered and one prosperous!

From birth to death, in the rebirth from death.

Zhiqiu Kazuha's physical body became more powerful and full of potential in this process.

Zhiqiu Yiye slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a black and white yin and yang fish spinning in his eyes.

Zhiqiu Yiye picked up a seed, let the seed be shrouded in the artistic conception of life, and the seed began to germinate in Zhiqiu Yiye's hand.

Then the mood of death hung over the seeds, and the seeds that had just sprouted began to wither again.

Zhiqiu Yiye was also amazed. The power of this artistic conception of life and death.

Zhiqiu Yiye himself didn't expect that because of refining Jianmu this time, the two artistic conceptions he actually comprehended were still the two most powerful artistic conceptions, the artistic conceptions of life and death.

You must know that the artistic conception is the key to the breakthrough of the Yuanying God.

If you want to break through the period of transformation of the gods, you must understand an artistic conception, and Yuanying relies on this artistic conception as the foundation to transform into a primordial god.

If you want to become a god, you must first become a mortal.

It is equivalent to saying that today's Zhiqiu Yiye does not have a trace of bottleneck in breaking through to the transformation stage.

Monks in the same realm are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and everything in the world is the same.

The difference in artistic conception is one of the decisive factors that determine the potential of the Divine Transformation Stage cultivator's combat power.

It is also one of the most important.

And the artistic conception of life and death is also a very high number of powerful artistic conceptions in the artistic conception.

The artistic conception of life and death can be regarded as a branch of the artistic conception of yin and yang, and the branch of the artistic conception of reincarnation is also related to the artistic conception of time.