Half a cup of spring water was poured down, and the color of the black tan became darker, and the first petal was stretched out tremblingly, and the other petals were still shy and surrounded together, refusing to let people see their true faces.

Lin Luoran took a deep breath, this flower is really fragrant, this is the first petal!

Seeing that nothing had happened, and the scene of the fantasy poisoning fog overflowing did not appear, she ran back and forth a few more times and poured several glasses of water on Heitan!

After doing what he could do, Lin Luoran squatted down next to Hei Tan very patiently, and said that there was only a moment when the epiphany bloomed, so he couldn't miss it, otherwise the spring water would not be poured in vain.

One minute, the second petal fluttered slightly, and in five minutes, it stretched out, like a mischievous elf, quietly slipped past the first petal and spread out in the direction of the bevel.

In the eighth minute, the third petal moved......

Lin Luoran didn't know how long he had been squatting, it seemed that it was only a dozen or so minutes, and it seemed like a century had passed, his feet were unconscious, and Hei Tan finally bloomed its last petal slowly and elegantly!

What appeared in front of Lin Luoran's eyes was a plant with dark green veins, and the stalks were as warm and moving as jade, but these were not its flowers - there were only five petals, but they were in full bloom but had the size of a bowl, interdependent and overlapping, and the dark petals seemed to be shining with simple light!

It's fragrant and beautiful...... Lin Luoran didn't know when he stood up, his nose was full of tempting incense, and only this deep and intoxicating black epiphany was left in his eyes.

She felt that the petals seemed to be constantly expanding, thinking that it was her hallucination, and after a while, she realized that it was she who was unconsciously leaning over to sniff the black water.

One inch, two inches...... Lin Luoran's eyes were blank, as if she was fascinated by the strange fragrance of Heitan, the tip of her nose got closer and closer, and finally hit the black jade-like petals - a trace of clarity flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to struggle to get up, but the originally lifeless Heitan suddenly popped out of the stamen, "Hula~" drilled into Lin Luoran's nose!

Lin Luoran only felt that his head was "buzz~", and he was no longer conscious.

Her consciousness traveled through a dark corridor, and for a moment she seemed to have forgotten who she was. I don't know how long it took, but the divine consciousness seemed to be tired, and it felt that it was very dark and cold, which made it a little unhappy.

Why is there no light? As soon as this thought arose, the divine consciousness thought, "Hey, what is "light"?

What is "light"...... It's strange why I know the word "light"! The Divine Consciousness racked his brains, unable to think of what "light" was, and became irritable, and slammed his ethereal and disembodied body into the Yongdao—but the Yongdao was also disembodied, and the Divine Consciousness could only pass through the walls.

"Walls"? What a strange word, the mind thought sullenly, it must be the wall blocking the light!

Obstruct...... What can't be blocked, which is completely different from pitch black, is "light"! The Divine Consciousness suddenly became happy, because after it had defined the meaning of "light", the pitch-black corridors lit up with colorful and brilliant circles.

It's so beautiful, the divine sense looked at the search for the shining aperture and got a little carried away, so he didn't investigate what "beauty" was.

The colorful corridor is very dazzling and beautiful, and the divine consciousness is so happy that it rolls and plays, and it feels much better than the previous dark and cold corridor.

After a long time, maybe a moment, maybe billions of years, the consciousness felt bored again.

It's beautiful here, no one is with you, it's so lonely!

A thought swept through the depths of consciousness like lightning - "human"? What is a person? Am I human? Because he was so lonely, his mind began to use his brain patiently again.

I would be bored without a "person" to accompany me, which means that I used to have a "person" with me...... Well, then I'm human! The divine consciousness gave itself a definition, and there was a muffled thunder in the depths of the colorful corridor.

As for why the thunder is muffled, the divine sense is not interested in thinking about it, maybe the thunder and lightning are accumulating! Thinking like this, its main focus is still on the idea of what a "human" is.

Man, he has a body, and his consciousness thinks so, and he is very dissatisfied with his existence as a cloud of mist! It struggled to jump up and down, bumping into the corridor, and gradually its misty body changed.

First the torso, then the head, then the hands, and finally the feet...... But the face, I can't remember what my face is like. The face has a nose, eyes and a mouth, otherwise how can it be called a face?

It seemed that the fog had been lifted a bit, and the muffled thunder in the depths of the tunnel was louder. The Divine Consciousness flashed before its eyes many faces with noses and eyes—adults, children, old people, beautiful, ugly, and it didn't remember what it looked like, but it felt that none of these faces were its own!

And what about your own face? The divine consciousness meditated and pondered, and it was necessary to make things clear.

The thunder of the Yongdao became bigger and bigger, and his consciousness was awakened, looking at the depths of the Yongdao, he was a little scared, and he felt that there was going to be a monster inside, which made it tremble.

Hmph, what are youkai afraid of, I have a Pokémon! Fearful and disdainful, the mind turned to think about what his treasure was. The baby seems to be a bracelet, and the consciousness flashes with a flash of inspiration, no, no, it's a bead!

The bead—the thought of it had just sprung up, and the thunder rolled in the corridor, one after another, like the tide of the shore, desperately wanting to rush onto the beach.

Beads, the divine consciousness is in a hurry, and this seems to be something very important to it. There was a muffled thunder in the corridor, colorful lights flashed, and the vision of his consciousness changed, a white and glutinous baby lying in the cradle, and a woman teasing her with a silver bracelet.

A silver bracelet tied to a long hung in front of the baby with a red thread, a warm pearl turned and turned with the shaking, and the baby opened his eyes wide and was reluctant to blink.

After a few years, the baby turned into a little girl, and she was able to run all over the ground, and the honest father smoked a cigarette and stumbled and said that he wanted to sell the bracelet and pay the girl's tuition.

The mother rubbed the bracelet handed down by her ancestors, tears dripping on the silver bracelet, and finally shook her head.

The baby grew bigger, went to a bigger school, and got to know more people, until one day she went back with a boy, and her mother put the silver bracelet on the boy's hand.

The mother was pleased, the father was secretly happy, and the girl smiled shyly.

After a few more years, she was even bigger, except for her big eyes, she could no longer see the shadow of the little baby, she stood next to the big red sports car, looking at her and him in the car.

The silver bracelet was ruthlessly thrown out and broken on the ground...... Then, the bracelet sucked her blood, and watched her coldly, quietly watching her from birth, to child, to girl, to adulthood, and the beads were finally released.

One by one, like movie clips, the life of the divine consciousness is over for a while, until the picture freezes on a beautiful woman, leaning over to sniff a black and gorgeous flower.

The muffled thunder of Yongdao instantly accelerated, and the lightning bolt was as fast as lightning when it was stung, and it slashed towards her divine consciousness at once—in this lightning and flint, she already understood who she was!

Yongdao, colorful aperture, muffled thunder, flashing, all gone.

Lin Luoran still maintained the action of smelling the flowers, but when he opened his eyes again, he was full of essence, and his eyes were shining, making people unable to look directly.

The scent of the black tan is long gone, and even the petals are withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Lin Luoran touched it lightly, and the petals were like glass shattered into countless pieces, and as light as a feather, disappearing in the entire space!

Only the lone plant was still planted in place, reminding Lin Luoran that what she had experienced was not her own imagination.

Lin Luoran closed his eyes again, concentrating and calming, this time what appeared in his "eyes" was not the Yongdao and the aperture, but the different colors of the five elements.

The liver is wood, and the cyan is the liver, right? The heart is on fire, the one that is red...... The red meridians, which are sluggish and motionless, are they the aura in their own bodies?

No one told her, but Lin Luoran just knew that this strange state was called "inward vision".