At night, Zhao Tian took a hot bath to soothe his mind and relax his body.

A lot of things happened today, weird and exciting, and he felt tired.

Lying on the bed, Zhao Tian remembered and took out the bottle of golden liquid, under the light, there seemed to be light circulating in the liquid, soft and mysterious.

Carefully pour out 1/8, barely cover the bottom of the cup, a shallow layer, wafting out a faint blood, and a trace of inexplicable weird fragrance.

Zhao Tian was a little distracted, affected by the inexplicable fragrance, subconsciously raised his head, and drank the golden-gold liquid in the cup.

The mouth was slightly sweet, wisps, soft and long, Zhao Tian suddenly came back to his senses, the cup was empty, and there was not a trace left.

His face was not very good, his face was full of confusion, he just planned to drink a little, this golden liquid was a little strange, suspected to come from the body of a giant python.

Before he could do anything, he felt that his abdomen was like an explosion, and the mysterious energy was surging, raging in his body, and Zhao Tian's eyes were dark, and he fainted directly.

When the moon is in the sky, the slightly cold silver glow spreads all over the earth, light and soft, soothing the restlessness on this land.

Zhao Tian's home was quiet and peaceful, the bedroom light was always on, and he fell on the bed, breathing steadily.

Within his body, strange energy is being released, following the blood and flowing throughout the body. His body is constantly strengthening in metamorphosis, every cell is hungry and thirsty, devouring mysterious energy, from the depths of his body, a little gray substance, squeezed out by the cells, oozing out of the pores, covering the skin.

In the quiet darkness, consciousness revived, and Zhao Tian gradually woke up.

"Where is this? How come I can't feel anything?" His consciousness was confused and agitated, and very helpless, because he found that he could not see the light, hear the sound, smell the smell, not even touch!

After a long time, Zhao Tian's consciousness will be completely dead like a machine, completely corroded because it has been left unused for a long time.

At a certain moment, Zhao Tian felt it, it was a moist touch, lingering around him.

A longing emotion grows, consciousness expands and expands, like instinct, natural and rhythmic, like breathing, like a heartbeat.

The surrounding water vapor gradually seeped in, following the rhythm of shrinking one by one, continuously.

Zhao Tian was expanding, a very peculiar feeling, like a sponge, absorbing water and swelling, it was very comfortable.

When he swelled to the limit, a small and huge power that shook his soul emerged from the depths of Zhao Tian's soul, and at that moment, Zhao Tian felt that he seemed to have become a Pangu who opened the sky with an axe in the chaos, and the god who created the world in the void suddenly rushed away from the surrounding darkness.

The forest is quiet and peaceful, the light rain is dripping, infiltrating the land, a low hill top, I don't know when, a heart bud breaks through the soil, stretches the body, faces the breeze, faces the light rain, looks at the world curiously.

Zhao Tian was very excited, and finally broke through the darkness that imprisoned him and regained all kinds of feelings.

He looked around, very happy. "Tall trees, withered old vines, clumps of shrubs, tender green grass, wriggling caterpillars, etc., there seems to be something wrong?" Zhao Tian was dumbfounded, very speechless, he saw himself, a young seedling that had just sprouted!

More than a month has passed, and after various attempts and efforts, Zhao Tian reluctantly admitted: "I am a small sapling. Shouldn't I be glad that it is better to become a sapling than to become a grass!"

He looked at the sky in the distance, the sunset that was larger than his impression, a little worried, and silently blessed: "I don't know how my parents are now?" whether they are safe, and what those classmates and friends are doing, I hope that the order on the earth will not collapse, and let my relatives and friends live in peace." It's just that the girl will be very disappointed, she promised to play a song "Dream Back" for her, and this promise should never be fulfilled. ”

As the days passed, he became a real tree, rooted in the earth, bathing in the sun, listening to the wind and the song of the birds, watching the grass grow and wither. Bury everything on earth deep in your heart.

Year after year, her tree, growing to three meters, growing to ten meters, flourishing at 15 meters, ordinary and ordinary, not much different from the trees in the forest.

Many years have passed, Zhao Tian can't remember clearly, he is old, the leaves are withering, the branches are withered, and finally, on a rainy night, he was blown off by the wind from the roots, he felt everything calmly, no joy or sorrow, this is the precipitation brought to her by a long time, but there are some faint regrets in my heart, for those people, those things.

The tree was completely dead, its vitality was cut off, Zhao Tian was also dead, his consciousness collapsed, and it was dark, until in the end nothing happened, no adventures from the sky, and no immortals passed by, so ordinary.

The forest was transformed into farmland, and a dozen families were scattered around the low hill, and the sun rose and sunset, and the faint smoke drifted into the sky, dissolving in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the depths of the dead darkness, a little light is lit up, and consciousness is revived. "Am I not dead?" he regained consciousness, and confused thoughts surfaced.

Zhao Tian's consciousness has condensed a lot, and after a reincarnation from life to death, his true spirit has actually undergone a trace of transformation and sublimation, which is incredible, it can be called a miracle!

Similar to the last experience, after some effort, he saw the outside world again, and as expected, it was still a sapling, growing from a withered broken root.

The world has changed, and many years have passed, and Zhao Tian has grown into a prosperous tree with a dense crown and vigorous branches.

Villagers played beside her as a child, rested in the shade of his trees when they were old, and watched them bury in the ground, generation after generation.

When it developed into a city, he came to the end of his life again and was buried with the small village.

And so, another cycle began, the land sank, he grew and withered in the scorching pulp, the sea drowned, he stretched his branches and leaves in the water, the glaciers froze, and he stood alone in the cold wind.

Again and again, Zhao Tian recovered from the dead silence, from life to death, from death to resurrection.

"This is the ninth time," Zhao Tian thought. In the barren starry sky, a cold darkness, he is following the meteorite, the meteorite is very small, the diameter is only 30 meters, Zhao Tian is still a tree is still very ordinary, more than ten meters high, the leaves are scattered, the branches are withered and yellow, he is about to wither.

In the void, with the meteorite floating for a long time, he came to the end of this life, before the consciousness was completely dark, Zhao Tian saw that he and the meteorite fell towards a vast and boundless land, faintly, a ray of light rose from all over the earth, facing himself, very spectacular.

Zhao Tian opened his eyes, and the gentle sunlight fell in front of the bed through the window, which was the morning sun, bright but not dazzling. He lay on the bed, motionless, his eyes dazed.

"Who am I?" The dream was so long and real that Zhao Tian couldn't tell the difference for a while!