I felt as if I had a long dream.

In the dream, I turned into a mortal named Du Ruo and joined the sect of the medicine immortal Ge Xian Weng as a disciple of the immortal cultivator.

I've forgotten so much about the past, I can't remember why I used the seal's forbidden technique to turn myself into a mortal in the first place, and I can't remember why I suppressed that person at the bottom of the Wing Lake.

I just remember making people by making things.

I suppressed him with my own hands and released him with my own hands.

I feel a bit of a headache. Although I'm a heartless person, my memory has never been bad. But why I can't remember what happened before I suppressed him.

The strange thing is that I clearly know that I am not Du Ruo.

I am Biluo, the only disciple of that Guangchengzi, and the patron saint of the Ten Directions Artifact Kongtong Seal.

Speaking of Kongtong Yin, I couldn't help but feel a faint sadness in my heart. That's how I sealed that man in the first place.

That day, after quietly getting drunk with my cheap master, I sneaked out of Caiwei Palace.

After reluctantly glancing at the bamboo forest where I often meditate, I resolutely left the heavenly realm.

Out of Fusang Mountain, all the way to the west, within half a day I flew from the extreme east of the sacred mountain Kunlun to the extreme west of the wilderness.

Although the Hexu Mountain in the demon world is not as majestic as Kunlun Mountain, the spring scenery on that mountain is extremely beautiful, and Kunlun Mountain, which wins with sacredness, is not comparable.

I clearly remember that day, I folded the red red that was about to be opened on the sunny slope of Yihu Lake. Now that I think about it, the red petals are somewhat similar to the large expanse of flowers on the other side in front of me.

Although that person also has the side of dancing and writing to enjoy the flowers, he has never liked to break off these flowers and plants, and then raise them with living water, so as to prolong the flowering period.

That day, I played with the red in my hand in the sun, and then put it in the Qiankun bag where I stored my miscellaneous items.

After estimating the hour, I sat up in the shade.

This one sat down until the sunset.

I can't remember what was going on in my head. I can't remember what motivated me to do these things.

I was like a bystander who suddenly broke in, I could only see what was happening, but I couldn't find out why, and even my mood at the time, I didn't know the joy or sorrow.

However, since it's going to be a big fight, it's impossible to be happy.

The man came anyway. I know I'm extremely reluctant to show up.

The conversation I had with him, no matter how hard I rubbed my temples and thought back to it, I never remembered.

This is probably the most profound memory in my memory, and the one I don't want to remember.

Otherwise, why did the fragrance of the flowers on the other side only wake it up halfway? This must have been the result of the seal tearing at it.

Although I don't remember the past very clearly, I still remember the pain of the great war.

That person has been cultivating since ancient times, and although I am extremely talented, after all, I am only a little immortal who is only a thousand years old, and my cultivation is naturally not comparable to him.

If I hadn't had that Kongtong seal in my hand, I wouldn't even be qualified to fight him.

I'm still a little younger after all. I still remember that if he hadn't scolded his tengu who wanted to sneak attack in time, I am afraid I would have died a long time ago.

Although I knew that I and his karma would be different from others, I really didn't believe that he would be willing to be suppressed by me.

After all, my cultivation is indeed much worse than his. Under him, self-protection seems to be stretched.

This memory is incomplete, and I really can't remember what happened at the time.

In short, he was suppressed by my Kongtong seal.

As for why I ended up in Luofu Mountain with serious injuries, I don't know why.

Maybe this later memory is not important to me at all.

Now, when I appeared in this netherworld, I naturally wanted to save the fat tiger.

It's a bit pitiful to say, even if a cultivator who has not ascended to the heavens and goddesses, even if his cultivation is comparable to that of an immortal, he still has to be subject to the laws of heaven and earth. To cast any spell, you need to communicate with the heavens and the earth. This netherworld can't communicate with heaven and earth without aura, and I naturally can't use that flying technique here, otherwise how could I end up walking through the sea of flowers on the other side.

However, the words of the old immortal from before were somewhat meaningful. He said it was all my fate.

Although I am still a little unconvinced in my heart, I still have to admit that even if I am an immortal who has escaped reincarnation and does not eat grains, my fate is still not at my disposal.

Master said, "With great power comes great responsibility." Every immortal has obligations that he should undertake, and they are all predestined, and you can't escape it. ”

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Even if I become a mortal, I will only go back to the path I should have taken after a long detour.

It all started at Wing Lake, and after a big circle, it came back to Wing Lake.

This is fate.

Thinking of this, I feel a little more relaxed in my heart.

I looked up, and the sea of flowers on the other side of my eyes was still out of sight.

If I am not mistaken, there should only be one real flower in this netherworld, and the rest are all illusory shadows.

The Bagua Positioning Method that Master once taught me can also come in handy at this time.

In the netherworld, the order of heaven and earth is the opposite of the human world. The door of life deduced by this positioning method should be the door of death, and the door of death is just the opposite, there is a trace of life.

That vitality is naturally the real flower of the other side.

The Death Gate is in the southeast.

I looked around, fixed my bearing, and walked as fast as I could on the other side of the flower.

Although I can't control the clouds, because I am in the state of the original god, my pace is naturally not slow. In just a quarter of an hour, I noticed the difference.

Although there is still no end in sight to the sea of flowers on the other side in front of me, there is a faint white shadow in the swaying flowers.

The red flower represents the sorrow of death, and the white one represents the beauty of death.

The white light from the white flower is somewhat similar to the light emitted by my Kongtong Moon.

Finding life in the door of death, I have a chance to get out of here.

The flowers on the other side seemed to be alive, and I seemed to hear a heavy sigh.

After a few moments, the blinding reds receded like a tide.

The sky is still purple-red, and the Santu River can be seen not far behind him.

There was a yellow sand road under my feet, and when the wind blew, the yellow sand covered the sky, ensilning the reef not far behind me.

Sure enough, Huangquan Road can only go all the way to the black, and there is no turning back.

I arched my hand at the flower that swayed in the wind, and walked forward.

And on the feet, the red silk shoes were white again.