In a small world in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, there was a pitch-black crack in the air, the crack was not big, it was the length of a palm, and the time it appeared was only three breaths for a short time.

No creature in this small world has noticed the appearance of this crack, it is too inconspicuous.

Just before the crack was about to close and disappear, a drop of precious light flowed, and blood containing rich spiritual energy flew out of it, fell to the earth, seeped into the soil and came to the depths of the earth.

The crack closed, the space in that place returned to normal, and the blood stayed quietly in the depths of the ground motionless, with a trace of aura emanating from it, and I believe that in a few years, the aura would be exhausted, becoming an ordinary drop of blood, and finally integrated into the soil to contribute to the fertility of the soil.

I don't know how long it took, but the aura in the blood was much weaker than when it first appeared, only half of what it was before.

On this day, the blood that had never moved, suddenly bloomed, and a heart phantom appeared in that brilliance.

The heart phantom expanded violently, directly pushing away the surrounding soil, separating a space in the shape of a heart the size of ten zhang, and the blood of that place floated in the middle of this space, continuing to emit light.

The outermost layer of the heart illusion begins to coagulate, forming a transparent film that protects the blood and insulates it from any divine detection.

Even if someone in this small world came to the underground, they would not notice any changes in this place.

As the blood continued to radiate, a faint wisp of consciousness was born... No, not to be born, to be precise, but to come here, this wisp of consciousness that existed elsewhere before, more like being summoned.

After the consciousness appeared, the blood no longer bloomed, and the color was dull, and only a little aura remained in it. The faint wisp of consciousness, not yet possessing any thoughts, floated silently beside the blood, as if asleep.

Everywhere in the whole small world, there is a little bit of brilliance on the grass, trees, earth and stones, and even living things, converging towards the space formed by the heart.

Strangely, no creature could see these brilliance, not even the strongest in this small world.

The tiny light film is like nothing, and it passes directly through without any obstruction, and melts into the blood and consciousness.

Blood and consciousness greedily absorb tiny amounts of light to strengthen themselves, but the process is very slow.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how much tiny light I absorbed, but my blood had returned to its original level of aura, and my consciousness had grown, and I began to wake up from my slumber.

"Who am I?" is the first sound, or the first thought, that comes out of consciousness when it awakens.

Consciousness instinctively surrounds the blood, exuding an aura of confusion.

The consciousness is still too weak, it is just awakening, it is still a cripple, and it needs to continue to absorb the tiny brilliance.

"I'm Mao Rui. I don't know how much time passed, but my consciousness grew to the point where I knew my name.

I just know the name.

The volume of blood has now doubled, and the amount of aura has already surpassed the original.

"I was born on Earth. ”

"I became a disciple of Tianyuan Pavilion. ”

"I got a golden skeleton. ”

"Stand on the top of the mountain and roar to the sky. ”

Consciousness still surrounds the blood, and as time passes, more memories are remembered, but these memories are fragmentary and cannot be pieced together.

The blood had grown to the size of a human head, and it was no longer just blood, but tiny bones were also present in it.

The small world rises and sets, and countless tiny lights are still converging towards the same place.

Eventually, all the fragments of memory surfaced, and were pieced together, and consciousness, Mao Rui's consciousness, was completely awakened. Even the image of blood starting to glow in the soil of the ground came to his mind.

Awakening is awakening, Mao Rui's existence itself is still a group consciousness, without a body, without shape, without eyes and ears, only when a small light is absorbed, there will be a sense of comfort.

"Wasn't I killed by Su Yun?Why did I appear here?Where is this?What are these little lights?What state am I in now?" Although Mao Rui had recovered all his memories and his ability to think, he was even more confused, confused about everything around him.

Confused, Mao Rui thought about the questions that he couldn't get answers, and at the same time passively absorbed the tiny brilliance that made him feel very comfortable.

One day, this thinking consciousness condensed into Maorui's appearance, with eyes to see the surroundings, ears to hear the sounds of underground creatures...

No longer just a consciousness, but a soul!

Mao Rui looked at his hands, and they were illusory, almost transparent.

"Mortal-level souls?" Mao Rui finally knew his current state.

After becoming a soul, he also has the ability to look around.

Then the dots of light gathered around him, and Mao Rui could barely see the surroundings clearly. It is in a space about ten zhang in size, and there is a mass next to it... Flesh and blood, there is nothing else in this space except for your own soul and this mass of things.

Mao Rui stretched out his hand and took the initiative to touch a point of light, and the point of light disappeared directly into his body, and his soul level was slightly improved, and there was a little comfort.

Before figuring out the situation, Mao Rui didn't take the initiative to absorb these points of light, but just let them fall on him. After all, it was not only his soul that could absorb these points of light, but also the mass of flesh and blood around him.

Looking farther away, the outside was covered with soil, separated by a transparent film.

Being in this space, as if in the water, Mao Rui slowly swam to the very edge, reaching out and gently touching the membrane. It's very strong, and those small spots of light can be easily penetrated, but to yourself it is like it is made of fine iron.

Without lingering long at the film, Mao Rui swam back to the flesh, squatted and looked at it for a long time, reached out to touch it, and walked through it directly.

Mao Rui didn't care, and continued to watch.

Some of the extra memories in his brain took place in this space, and at that time, his consciousness had not yet appeared, but he 'saw' all the processes that began with the glow of blood like a bystander.

In his memory, he saw a heart phantom appear, and the phantom became a space here, and small points of light began to converge here from all sides, and he also saw a small wisp of consciousness appear.

That wisp of consciousness and blood absorb the small points of light.

This is the end of the extra memory, which happens to be the moment when consciousness has just awakened.

Mao Rui knew that the flesh and blood in front of him was the beginning, a drop of blood that belonged to him! Why did he know that this drop of blood belonged to him, Mao Rui couldn't say why, it was just feeling.

"Is mine indeed dead, and now resurrected? flesh is reshaping the body, and the soul can enter into it only after the remodeling is complete. So why am I resurrected?" Maurie thought.

It is mentioned in the blood method of the Mao clan that when the third layer of cultivation reaches a sufficient height, as long as there is still a drop of blood, it can be reborn with a drop of blood. Although there are no facts to prove it, it is indeed possible.

Mao Rui's resurrection also started with a drop of blood, and it looked like a drop of blood rebirth. But the problem is that Mao Rui has only cultivated to the second layer, and he has no clue how to enter the third layer, and he hasn't even found the threshold.

If it wasn't the blood law that he was reborn, what was the reason for resurrecting himself?

It's the heart! Mao Rui thought of the heart phantom he saw in the extra memory, which must be the mysterious heart of unknown origin that the master replaced for himself, which caused Zhu Yangping to have a killing machine, and has the ability to resurrect.

Only such an anti-heaven effect that can resurrect people can make sense why Zhu Yangping, who has no pursuit on weekdays, does not hesitate to kill himself and take his heart for himself.

The reason why it was a drop of blood that first emitted light, and then a heart phantom appeared, I am afraid that the resurrection effect of the heart needs to be activated by an item related to the resurrected person as a medium, such as blood or a certain part of the body.

As for this drop of blood, Mao Rui had a feeling that it was not the blood that fell to the ground after being killed by Su Yun, but a drop of blood that was on the border five years ago.

The scene of the third battle with the demon wolf came to his mind, his arm was pierced by the demon wolf, and the blood splattered, and one drop of it fell into a spatial crack and lost contact with him.

Mao Rui speculated about the reason for his resurrection, and as for whether the result of the speculation was close to the truth, Mao Rui didn't care. There's a lot of time, and now I haven't even reshaped my body, and I'm idle, and I'm idle, and it's not allowed to think of something to pass the time?

If you really want to know the reason for the matter, just ask Liandu after the resurrection, I think he must know.

Speaking of Liandu, Mao Rui has a new question, the heart has a resurrection effect, why does Liandu keep it secret from him?

Is it worried that he will act unscrupulously when he learns that he has a chance to be resurrected? Or is there something hidden in it that is not good for himself? Or is it that Liandu himself does not know that he can resurrect people, but only because there are some undesirable side effects after the heart is replaced, so he will keep hiding the heart matter, that's all?

Mao Rui was chaotic, swimming his soul body in circles around the flesh and blood from time to time, and he liked to do this when he was just a wisp of consciousness in his memory, circling around the blood.

Now that he has a soul body, Mao Rui still likes to circle around flesh and blood, sometimes backstroke, sometimes freestyle, change breaststroke when he is happy, and move forward when he is bored...

Wait, my soul is only mortal now, so my reshaped body is just a mortal body, right?

On the way to the dog, Mao Rui thought of a very serious question, should he have to start cultivating again after being resurrected!

The more I think about it, the more likely it is to swim around in the space without sticking to any swimming style.

If you want to re-cultivate, will the space bag still be there? Will all the space bags be broken when you die, and all the items inside will enter the space turbulence?

Today's Mao Rui can't try, he can only hope that the net worth he has accumulated for many years is still there.

Alas, after being dead for a hundred years, there are no troubles, and when you die and come back to life, there are many troubles, especially in the process of resurrection!