At this time, Zhao Fan forgot to breathe, and looked blankly at the words on the base, a sentence of "Fan'er" that has traveled millions of years. It made him feel more intimate than ever.

He imagined that Bai Ling'er's expression when she left these lines was gentle and loving.

"Hmmm! I listen to you. ”

Zhao Fan's body, as if he had been summoned from the underworld, stood up, walked onto the azurite base, and then sat down gently.

At the same time, all the blue crystals that converged into the base trembled one after another, and the edges were split, one after another, sticking to Zhao Fan's skin and arranging upwards.

The process lasted hundreds of breaths.

Now, Zhao Fan was as if his whole body was wrapped in a large cocoon composed of blue crystals, impermeable.

And his consciousness, out of his body, entered a space.

That space is not very large, it is only a hundred square meters when it is full, and the four walls and the top and bottom are blue crystals.

"Where is this?"

Zhao Fan looked left and right suspiciously, and when he didn't see anything, he suddenly felt that there was a hand on his shoulder, which was on it.

Zhao Fan turned around and saw a smiling woman standing behind him.

She is very good-looking, with big smart eyes, gentle eyebrows and a hint of natural playfulness, and she is slightly younger than herself, probably in her twenties.

The strange thing is that Zhao Fan can be sure that he has never seen each other, but at this moment, he has a warm feeling, as if he is bathed in the sun in the cold winter.

"Fan'er." The woman put down her hand and said with a smile.

"You...... You are? Zhao Fan was stunned on the ground, he intuitively felt that this was his mother, but he didn't dare to admit it, for fear that the other party was not, and what would follow would be the disappointment of falling into the abyss.

"Bai Ling'er."

The woman took the initiative to pull up Zhao Fan's palm, and she said softly, "This is what it looks like after giving birth to you." ”

"Mother......" Zhao Fan cried silently.

"I really want to hug you when I was a child and grow up with you." Bai Ling'er held Zhao Fan's hand with one hand, and stroked his hair with the other, "It's a pity, but I can only watch you grow up silently in the long river of ethereal time." Now I am just a wisp of thought, and in an hour it will dissipate. ”

"An hour?" Zhao Fan's heart seemed to be choked by a ruthless pliers, as if he was suffocated, which also made him cherish this short time.

He cried and laughed and asked, "Have you been watching me since I was a child?" ”

"yes." Bai Ling'er glanced at the ground next to her, and a bench appeared out of thin air, and she pulled Zhao Fan to sit down, "You don't let my mother worry at all, I don't know how many cold sweats I pinched." Fortunately, Cheng Shen ascended and came to the spiritual realm. ”

Zhao Fan smiled awkwardly, wiped away his tears and said, "It's all my fault, pay attention next time, I won't be reckless." ”

"Silly boy."

Bai Ling'er pinched Zhao Fan's nose, "Everything you do for your mother, I see it scene by scene, there is a son like this, let me be a mother, I am very proud." ”

After Zhao Fan listened to Bai Ling'er's words, he was as happy as a primary school student who was praised by his mother when he took the test paper with a hundred points, not only that, but his consciousness was also in an extremely relaxed state, and then he said with a smile: "Mother, how about those daughters-in-law I found for you?" ”

"It's as good as your father's vision." Bai Ling'er blinked, praised herself by the way, and then smiled embarrassedly.

This made Zhao Fan couldn't help laughing, and then he said correctively: "No, no, no, I don't have my father's vision." ”

Bai Ling'er blushed and said: "It is said that there is a shih shi in the eyes of a lover, but I can't imagine that in the eyes of children, my mother is a race against the immortals." However, you little flowery ghost, you must cherish them well, and you are not allowed to lose any of them, and in addition, there is the ...... who will be robbed for you to turn into seven."

Zhao Fan's figure was shocked, "Mother refers to, Li Shuangxue?" ”

"Hmm." Bai Ling'er nodded, and said mysteriously: "Soon, you will see her." ”

"Huh? What do you say? Zhao Fan looked at his mother in disbelief.

Xiyan Fairy, one body turns into seven, the unique tribulation of the oblique moon vein, it is too difficult and too difficult.

Zhao Fan had been silently paying attention to it before his ascension, but the hope was extremely slim, and he had the heart but was powerless, because this calamity could not be interfered with by humans, only by going with the flow.

After such a long time, Zhao Fan has already soared to the Metaverse, but in his heart, he has always been worried about the Xiyan fairy who has a domineering personality and never suffers, and the only loss that the other party has suffered is the last one in the Nine Demon Nest......

Zhao Fan didn't even know how to make up for her debt.

Now, Bai Ling'er mentioned the Xiyan Fairy, not only that, but also said that he would meet her soon.

Zhao Fan asked with some expectation: "Mother, can you tell me more specifically?" ”

"She's in my graveyard." Bai Ling'er said thoughtfully: "If it is according to the original time and space, her seven bodies, until the end of her life, did not see each other, and the tribulation failed. I used my own laws of time and space to reverse the fate of her seven bodies. ”

"Mother......" Zhao Fan said worriedly: "It is said that even a heaven-level saint who controls the laws of time and space, intervening in the future time and space, the cost is very great, the longer the span, the bigger it is, this is a million years apart, you ......"

"Don't worry." Bai Ling'er said indifferently: "I didn't intervene directly, and you, and you, are not my first-life child, there is no cause and effect, and you are far away in one of the many nether realms, I was very careful at that time, if I was not sure, I would not have intervened." ”

Zhao Fan nodded clearly, and then asked curiously: "I have a question, you have been to that time and space, why didn't you interfere with the encounter between the second life and your father?" ”

"Then there won't be you." Bai Ling'er rubbed her son's face and said, "But after that, I wanted to change the trajectory of fate between Han Ruyi and your father, but I found that it was not feasible, because the other party was the spokesperson of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth in the human world, and if there was a slight move, it would be noticed." ”

Then there will be no you......

Zhao Fan sighed, and said solemnly: "Is there a third life?" Or rather, the hope that resurrects you? ”

"Han Ruyi has done too much, there is no third life." As Bai Ling'er spoke, he changed his words and said, "However, I who resurrected the second life, that is, Bai Ling'er, who has really been connected with your flesh and blood, has hope. ”

Zhao Fan's consciousness tightened, and he couldn't wait to ask, "What should I do?" ”

"The true spirit of the soul origin is in her hands." Bai Ling'er closed her eyes, as if she had sensed something, then opened them and said: "It hasn't been destroyed yet, as for where it is, with my residual thoughts, I can't judge, I can only sense the existence of the true spirit." ”

"In her hands?"

Zhao Fan frowned and said, "In this way, Han Ruyi is not dead yet, she has a doppelganger." ”

"Maybe." Bai Ling'er shook her head and said with a smile: "However, it doesn't matter whether I am resurrected or not, now that you and I meet, we have no regrets, right?" ”

As soon as Zhao Fan wanted to nod, he shook his head violently and said, "No, since there is hope for resurrection, I can't give up." ”

"Even with a true spirit, the resurrection is very difficult." Bai Ling'er seemed to be able to break through life and death, and said lightly: "Because, if there is a true spirit, it is impossible to reshape the soul." And my second life was to die in the human realm. In the reincarnation of the Metaverse, there is no such thing. ”

"So, you mean that on the premise of retrieving the true spirit, you must also return to the human realm before you can be resurrected?" Zhao Fan looked at his mother in a daze.

"yes......"

Bai Ling'er touched Zhao Fan's head and said with a smile: "Why don't I want to?" But it is easy to ascend from the Nether, but it is not possible to do it with strength when you go back from the Metaverse, and the real difficulty is that there is no known way to replicate it. I don't know this, there are countless nether realms, how can they accurately reach the human realm? ”

Zhao Fan was dumbfounded.

This is indeed an unprecedentedly difficult and equivalent to no difficulty, perhaps, like a generation of ancestors, inexplicably crossed into the human world, perhaps, in his lifetime, he can't complete it.

"Either way, get back your second life spirit first." Zhao Fan's fingers clenched tightly, and he asked tentatively: "Mother, have you seen what will happen after the present through the laws of time and space before?" For example, have I successfully retrieved the true spirit from Han Ruyi's clone, and have I returned to the human realm? ”

Bai Ling'er shook her head again, and said helplessly: "Millions of years is already my limit. Probably this is fate, the range of the limit, met his second life, and you. ”

Because this is the remnant of her first life, there is no proportion in her heart for the love of her second life, just like watching others fall in love, but the meaning of children is completely different.

Bai Ling'er, in the first life, from birth to fall, has never been emotional.

When she saw the scene of Zhao Fan's birth in the long river of time, her heartstrings were touched, and it was really as wonderful as being a mother. Later, as Zhao Fan grew up, he was deeply moved by what he paid to avenge his mother regardless of life and death.

In this way, Zhao Fan couldn't wait to break every second into countless parts and chat with Bai Ling'er, sentence after sentence, without any waste, after all, there is only one hour, and after that, he may never see him again.

As for the first life or the second life, in Zhao Fan's eyes, there is no difference, it is all the mother herself.

However, time is the most unforgiving.

Even if you try to catch it again, it still gradually passes to the end.

An hour, only the last five minutes remained.

"Alright, Fan'er, it's time to get down to business." Bai Ling'er looked at Zhao Fan reluctantly, "I left a legacy for you, and it will appear after the remnant incarnation dissipates." ”

"Mother, don't talk about this, I want to say it for a while." Zhao Fan said almost pleadingly.

"Mature."

Bai Ling'er shook off Zhao Fan's hand and said, "Moreover, they are all gifts from me to you." ”

"In my eyes, the embodiment of your remnants, every minute and every second or even every moment of existence, is the best gift." Zhao Fan insisted on saying.

Bai Ling'er was stunned when she heard this, and after a while, she smiled with relief: "Okay, I really can't help you." In this way, I will first condense the words I want to explain about the inheritance into a seal, and you can trigger it later. ”

"Hmm!"

Zhao Fan nodded happily.

The next moment, Bai Ling'er's lips and teeth moved slightly, and an imprint slowly condensed on her lips.

It took less than ten breaths before and after, and it was done.

She placed the sigil in her son's palm.

Zhao Fan, on the other hand, didn't even glance at it, his eyes always stayed on Bai Ling'er's face, and he continued to chat.

In the end, in the laughter of the mother and son, Bai Ling'er's residual thoughts were incarnated and completely dissipated.

Zhao Fan subconsciously reached out to hug him, but what he embraced was a mass of nothingness.

"True Spirit, I will take it back, and Han Ruyi, I will kill it again, if she has other clones, I will continue to kill!"

Zhao Fan slowly lowered his hands, lost for nearly a quarter of an hour, and then returned to normal, he looked down at the mark in his palm, but he was reluctant to trigger it.

But thinking that the resurrection of his mother had nothing to do with strength, but the stronger his strength, the closer his centrifugal wish might be, so he closed his eyes and pointed his fingertips on the mark from Bai Ling'er......