8th World.

    Ten suns are in the sky, roasting the earth to the ground, exuding a rolling heat wave. On a scorched earth, Yan Qing sat quietly cross-legged, letting the fire-like light burn on her body, making bursts of "sizzle" sounds.

    "Sunbathing?"

    Yan Qing pondered, thinking about the role of the eighth layer world in her mind.

    Although this heat wave is unbearable, it is nothing to them as top geniuses, and it is even better to be in the sea of fire.

    "Strange, what do these ten suns do?"

    Two hours have passed, and Yan Qing hasn't figured out the role of this eighth layer world, is it just a test of our endurance?

    Or is it to sharpen our willpower?

    This makes sense, but Yan Qing always feels that something is wrong, and it feels that this layer is not so simple.

    At this time, Yan Qing opened her eyes and ran quickly on the cracked earth.

    Although this layer of the world is very large and seems to be boundless, more than a dozen of their geniuses are basically concentrated in one area.

    Seeing that the dozen or so top geniuses were also sitting quietly basking in the sun, Yan Qing frowned, did she think too much, or did they not find the right answer?

    Or, does this basking in the sun also contain a deeper meaning?

    Sun, sun......

    There are also ten suns in the sky......

     Then the answer should be related to the sun, to be precise, it is related to this sunshine, Yan Qing stopped, squinting at the ten scorching suns.

    "I don't know if it has anything to do with the story of Hou Yi shooting the sun, there are also ten suns, and the sun is ...... by the three-legged golden crow"

    Yan Qing's brain was opened, and she actually remembered the mythical story of the earth's "Houyi Shooting the Sun", and then she was stunned.

    "The sun is really hot?"

    Yan Qing stretched out her hand, as if to touch the scorching sun, "Could it be that this sunshine contains the true fire of the sun, this is the meaning of basking in the sun?"

    Legend has it that the true fire of the sun, only the ten golden crows master, is the ancestor of all fires, the origin of all fires.

    There is also a legend that at the beginning of Hongmeng's judgment and the beginning of the flood and famine, the fire of chaos gave birth to the fire of the ten world origins, evolving the heavens, and being the most primitive fire source between heaven and earth.

     The ten primordial fires are: Sun True Fire, Taiyin True Fire, Samadhi True Fire, Ziwei Heavenly Fire, Nine Heavenly Xuanhuo, Nanming Lihuo, Red Lotus Karmic Fire, Nirvana Fire, Hell Fire, and Netherworld Ghost Fire.

    And the true fire of the sun is dark inside and bright outside, blooming with a strong golden light, which is the most yang and rigid fire. Taiyin True Fire released a faint white light, yin and soft. It can create all things with the true fire of the sun, and it can also destroy all things with the true fire of the sun, especially for the void spirits such as primordial gods and souls, which is annihilation.

    Therefore, the Taiyin True Fire, the Sun True Fire, the Samadhi True Fire, the Crape Myrtle Heavenly Fire, the Nine Heavens Xuanhuo, the Nanming Lihuo, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the Nirvana Fire, the Hell Fire, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire merged into the ten main fires between heaven and earth, which were powerful and terrifying to all the fires in the world.

     "Uh, I'm thinking a little far, these are just myths and legends of the earth, I can't really ......" Yan Qing was stunned, then shook his head violently, and shook off these messy things.

    It is good to think that these ten solar energy emit the true fire of the sun, but this true fire of the sun has an annihilating destruction of the void spirit bodies such as the primordial gods and souls.

    Sun......

    Am I killing myself?

    Forget it, let's bask in the sun for a while, more than a dozen of them can come here, and none of them are simple. Since they are also basking in the sun one by one, there must be their reasons.

    Thinking so, Yan Qing also calmed down and continued to bask in the sun.

    It's just that on this sunshine, he didn't feel any special breath, or the breath of the sun's true fire.

     This time, Yan Qing gradually fell asleep.

    Time doesn't know how long it has been, when Yan Qing opened her eyes, she found herself in an endless darkness, unable to see anything, unable to feel anything.

    There is no light, no sound.

    Everything is terriblely dark, and it's terrifyingly quiet.

    "Darkness?Void?"

    Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, I don't know why I suddenly appeared here, wasn't I basking in the sun, why did I come here?

    Where is this?

    At this time, Yan Qing was a little confused.

    The void is endless, the darkness is endless, the death is as dry and dark as a sound.

    Yan Qing frowned and sat quietly, as if she couldn't feel the passage of time, and when she opened her eyes, it was always a dead silence.

    I'm stuck here.

    As time passed, Yan Qing felt a sense of loneliness and loneliness.

    I don't know where I am, I can't see light, I can't hear sound, I can't touch anything......

    Yan Qing sat quietly, feeling like she had gone through thousands of years, almost going crazy in the face of endless darkness and silence.

    "Sure enough, although I know the horror of darkness and loneliness, I still can't suppress the fear in my heart......"

    Yan Qing didn't make a big noise, just sat quietly.

    Gradually, Yan Qing found that her heart began to grow old, her hair turned gray, and her whole person sat quietly and motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture.

    Time is in a hurry, I don't know how many years have passed, Su Yanqing is motionless, and seems to be in a state of forgetting things and me.

    I don't know what year it is, I don't know where I am, and I almost forget about it.

    The consciousness is sleeping, the soul is sleeping, and there is no perception of the outside world, which is no different from sitting down.

    At this time, the "Art of Fate" that existed in my mind suddenly turned.

    One black, one white, is slowly turning, some like a Tai Chi circle.

    The circle slowly turned, pulling his dying soul back, again and again......

    I don't know how long it was, Yan Qing seemed to hear a voice in her dream, a familiar voice.

    "Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine is a history book, and a drop of blood is a monument!"

    The voice seems to be coming down from the nine heavens, incomparable vicissitudes, with a few wisps of sorrow, hearing it makes the soul tremble, and the heart is inexplicably sad.

    Yan Qing's sleeping soul was shocked inexplicably when she heard it, so she woke up from her slumber.

    "Look at the smoke and waves of the ages, listen to the people sing softly for ......"

    That voice was still desolate and confused.

     Calling——

    "This ......"

    This voice Yan Qing is very familiar with, and it is precisely because of this voice that he will come from the earth to this great wilderness world.

    At this time, all the memories he had forgotten poured into his brain like a flood without a levee. Everything from Tarzan to Shinto Stone Island, he remembered......

    Everything he encountered on the way shocked him and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. At this time, he remembered the young scholar he had met in the swamp of Heavenly Emperor Mountain, and what the young scholar had said.

    All of this may be fate.

    If it's not fate, how can "The Art of Dormitory" come about......

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