The sun rises in the east, and the sun is better than the fire.

When Cinnabar opened her eyes and woke up from the cold pool again, it was nearly a week later.

At this moment, his slender body was stuck in a hidden corner of the cold pool, and the back of his neck was just stuck by a dented double stone, which made his nose cross the mud surface a lot, and because of this, he did not suffocate to death due to poor breathing during this time in the cold pool.

Even in the confusion, it seems that he vaguely heard someone calling his name, stepping over his head, but for some reason, this person did not notice his breath and existence at all.

Today's light seems to be a little too bright, especially the dazzling sun, and it is extremely indifferent to shine on everything in front of you.

Cinnabar's eyelids, which had been closed for several days, were suddenly exposed to the scorching sun, and suddenly he felt a bit of a piercing burning sensation, he blinked a few times, forced to adapt to the fierce sunlight, and suddenly his nose was a little sour.

Although he vaguely remembered his madness in the Wanren Cliff at the end, even the scenes of Wu Murong, the people of the Divine Domain, the Heavenless Mirror, or the mutated Zhu Ape, although they were all fleeting, they were not in his thinking.

The only thing he was thinking about now was Xiao.

Cinnabar thought for a moment, and quickly remembered in his heart that he was able to survive the catastrophe now, which was not his luck, but completely thanks to Xiao!

Because in his unclear memory fragments, in the last moment, it was Xiao, a kind old man who had gone through vicissitudes, who forcibly condensed the entity and used his body to forcibly resist the sharp sword of everyone in the divine domain.

Then he forcibly called Cinnabar's name, sending a streak of blood into his body to forcibly imitate his life.

Even after Cinnabar sank into this cold pool, it was Xiao who endured the huge pain that was about to disappear, while trying his best to drag him to the corner of the cold pool, and finally put in the last strength, stuck Cinnabar's head between the two stones to ensure his smooth breathing, and supplemented by the wild grass to make a perfect shelter camouflage.

When everything was completed, the old man with a smile of relief on his face, and the tired body finally slowly dissipated into the sea of knowledge.

And at the same time as Xiao's figure disappeared, a trace of snow-white aura suddenly emerged from Cinnabar's body, gently covering his damaged heart.

This white breath is the life of "Tianbao Jiuru" imitated by Xiao, and Xiao finally gave himself the hope of survival at the last moment.

It is precisely because of this that Cinnabar's weak heart will begin to beat faintly again, and it will gradually regain new vitality.

Although Cinnabar's vitality was almost gone, his consciousness was extremely clear, and his heart was like a knife when he watched the old man's loving appearance slowly disappear. He couldn't do anything, he could only watch everything happen, and he was helpless to the extreme.

The two don't understand each other, in fact, they have been like the closest family members so far, without any separation.

After initially adapting to the dazzling sunshine, Cinnabar dragged his crippled body with great difficulty, and climbed out of the muddy and cold pool step by step.

Because his injuries were too serious, and those wounds were still condensed and repaired, when he climbed in a piece of windy grass, he no longer had half the strength, so he stopped a little to rest.

Soon, under the light of the sun, the filthy mire on his naked body had begun to dry up and condense, forming a lot of dry and cracked clods, which fell down one after another after being lightly touched by him.

The two deepest feelings he felt at the moment were the extreme hunger and the great pain that came from the wounds in his body.

Since falling into the cold pool, he has not eaten for seven consecutive days, and in this situation of serious injury, even if the life grid in his body is already extremely vigorous, the hunger feeling from his stomach still keeps coming, and the intense pain on the surface of his body is even more unbearable!

Cinnabar gasped for breath as he stretched out his weak left hand and began to caress his bare body, which now had dozens of scars on his body.

Since the past week, most of them have scabbed and scarred, except for some dull pain, they are not tight, and the most shocking wounds have two locations:

One of them is the piercing sword wound in the back, and the other is the chest that is slashed diagonally from the shoulder to the chest, half of the chest cavity all the way to the abdomen, densely covered with more than a dozen deep wounds, this wound is also the most harmful. It is also the deadliest.

This is the masterpiece of the people in the Divine Domain led by Reverse Kuo, especially the sword of Reverse Kuo, which flipped and stirred after piercing, directly cutting off his vitality.

The large and small wounds all over his body made him feel a little pain in his heart even if he moved slightly, and the huge hunger that came from this sudden attack didn't make him care too much, let alone condense a look of pain.

The pain of the body lies in the moment, as long as you grit your teeth, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome! Only the wound in the heart can really not be healed.

Every time the kind-looking old man appeared in front of him, Cinnabar would suddenly feel the tearing pain in his heart as if he had been hammered by a heavy object.

Whether Xiao lives or dies is still unknown!

At that moment, he didn't hesitate any longer, he forcibly sat up, and his spiritual cultivation was immediately activated, and he immediately entered the sea of consciousness.

Within the sea of knowledge, it is still quiet and boundless, and it is endlessly desolate!

Under the dusk sky, I don't know when, the vast ocean has almost dried up, the trees have withered, the flowers and plants have withered, and the cinnabar is alone, tired physically and mentally, standing alone in the sea of knowledge.

His final gaze finally fell on the very familiar thatched hut, which stood behind a tree, lonely, still lonely.

From the outside, the hut has barely changed, except that the lush trees that used to be around it have largely dried up and died.

The wooden door of the hut was hidden, and Cinnabar walked over with a light step and walked to the door. At this moment, he hesitated a little.

If you enter and find that there is no breath of Xiao at all, how should you face it?

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to push the wooden door open.

Inside the room, as always, next to the cold little bed, there was a very rudimentary stove, which had obviously not been used for a long time.

And on that small bed, there was really no figure of the old man, and even the shape of the old man's virtual body did not leave any traces.

The only thing that surprised Cinnabar was the quaint and unintentional little oil lamp at the head of the bed, and in the oil lamp, the flames were still flickering weakly, and it seemed that there was a possibility of extinguishing at any time.

Cinnabar walked over and looked at the small oil lamp carefully, the surface of the oil lamp was covered with a lot of dust, and even the muddy body had been eroded and burned, and even the remaining flames could hardly be seen.

If there is no breath at all, why is this lamp not extinguished?

Cinnabar's heart moved, the new imitation of "Tianbao Jiuru" was immediately activated, and a life force had been injected into the lamp, and the flame of the oil lamp shook suddenly, and suddenly the fire was much bigger, and a lot of light shot out from the oil lamp, and the room was also a lot clearer.

Then, an extremely aborted figure suddenly appeared in front of him.