With a trance look in a moment, a picture suddenly flashed in Jidao's mind, and that picture was so familiar, it was the round of black sun that Jidao had seen.

But the volume of the black sun is much larger than in the eyes of the current Jidao, that scene, he seems to be standing at the bottom of the black sun, the entire sky is covered by this round of black sun, this scene is naturally extremely spectacular, even comparable to the bright moon that Jidao saw when he first saw Qianxuan.

The eyes above the black sun stared at him, and he just stared at the very center of the eyeball. The lines of his eyes seemed to be alive, constantly shrinking and expanding, and he stretched out his palm, an incomparably simple palm.

The picture came to an abrupt end when it arrived here, and Jidao reached out to grab the round of black sun, as if they were close at hand, but such a memory only existed for three seconds.

Suddenly, a sense of desolation erupted from the bottom of Ji Dao's heart! He didn't know why he suddenly felt a sense of desolation in his heart, and the scene in front of him had gradually become clear, and he was already standing in the ice blue circle.

The burning sensation gradually faded away, replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort, above his physical body, there were bits of white light emerging, it was clear that his physical body had been permanently improved, although not much.

But for some reason, he is not happy at all. How long has it been, how long has it been since he has seen his past memories? In the process of training, the ultimate goal of the Extreme Dao is to reach the underworld, before reaching the so-called Soul Restoration Gate, to find the truth about his past!

This place, he should have been. But when exactly it came, he didn't have the slightest impression of it.

I've been in so many places, what are I doing? One of the biggest questions is, why is so much of my memory missing?

Wearing a mask, he looked at the black sun in the distance at the moment, and was a little stunned, but just as he was about to move on, suddenly, the scene in front of him changed again!

Jidao's heart sank, because he didn't do anything, why did the scene suddenly change?!

When the scene in front of him was clear again, he was actually on an endless meadow, and the sky at this moment was no longer the kind of black sun with the outline of the eyeballs.

The pure white sun shimmered dazzlingly, the outline of the pupils actually changed from dark red to a bright gold, there were no clouds above the sky, only a round of golden white sun seemed to be sinking.

Ji Dao didn't feel a little burning sensation at the moment, on the contrary, being illuminated by this golden light, a warm current seemed to flow through his body, and the previous feeling of fatigue disappeared in an instant, and Ji Dao took a look at the green grass here.

The turquoise glow danced on the ground, and the light green glow continued to flicker on the grass that had passed half a leg of the pole, and the whole land was not the first dead silence and desolation, but was filled with a lively breath of life.

Under such a venue, I don't know why, even Jidao's mood has become very good. The annoyance of seeing his memories before seemed to have vanished, and Gokudo didn't understand what it was, but when he turned around, he saw the only different scenery on this grassland.

It was a tree, a big tree that looked ordinary. He stood silently at the end of the line of sight of the pole, as if blending into the distant sky.

The first time I saw this tree, I had an indescribable sense of comfort, its trunk was actually pale gold, even at this distance, Jidao seemed to be able to see the streamer flickering on it, and the leaves looked ordinary.

Ji Dao didn't even know why he took a step, so he walked towards the only place with a different view, in his head, there was no intention of wanting to run at all, to be honest, over the years, except for the day he married Qian Xuan, the pressure on his shoulders was reduced, the rest of the time, he was under a huge pressure.

Not just because of the corrupting hell, but more because of his thoughts. It is impossible for him to be able to do what he wants to do, follow his own heart, and spend this life carefree like many cultivators, this is impossible.

Because of his own life experience, because of what he has experienced, it is impossible for him to integrate into the world of ordinary people like a normal person.

Not having the ability to have children, and not even being a living person anymore. Now even his appearance has become like a rotting dried corpse, but Qian Xuan still stays by his side, and even marries him when he is at his lowest.

He understands everything, just as Qian Xuan understands himself, and it is because of this that he feels guilty, although he understands that Qian Xuan will not want him to have this kind of thought, but at this time, how can he be completely relieved?

Although Jidao doesn't seem to have a bond with anyone, in fact, there are really too many things on his shoulders, to Qian Xuan, to Yi Xuan's organization, to his sister, and finally, to himself.

Jidao has only lived for about 60 years now, and it should be said that it is 60 years of memory. But what he has experienced, perhaps many of them have lived for thousands or hundreds of years. He has lost too many things, and what he has experienced has not even experienced many peak powerhouses.

More often than not, he selectively forgets about this kind of pressure, this kind of pervasive terrible pressure, but when the picture just appeared, all the things that worried him, all the things he needed to bear, came out in an instant, so he had that feeling of loss.

Some people may laugh at him for thinking too much about things, just focusing on the present. But he is not a saint, he is not really an emotionless machine as he appears, and some things are destined to be impossible to let go.

But at this moment, I don't know why, his mind is blank, he doesn't seem to have to think about anything, he just needs to follow the footsteps of his heart, for Jidao, this is the simplest, most ordinary happiness.

Under the tree, a black-haired woman dressed in plain clothes sat quietly crossed, her eyes closed, a faint smile outlined on her peerless countenance, the slight wind lifted her hair, and her jade-like skin shimmered with an elegant luster. Jidao stopped a few meters away from her, and under the shade of the tree, he also slowly sat down.

"Sister. ”