No one told him the answer, or no one knew the answer. At least the people who live in this world don't know, and of course outsiders are certainly not part of this group. But they won't say it, and those who have guesses aren't sure, so the answer is unknown.

Many times we wonder if our original dreams are still there as time goes by and the years go by, whether our beliefs are still standing, and whether our beliefs are still unwavering.

What if one day I am not me, you are not you, or I am still me, you are still you?

Mo Han closed his eyes, all the illusions disappeared from his eyes, and the mountain peak, which became smaller and smaller, fell to the ground with a thud of seven-colored light. It was as if an earthquake was coming, and the earth shook and the mountains shook, waking up the cultivators who were immersed in the wonderful picture, including Mo Han.

When I opened my eyes, the whole world was calm, and the rich vitality of heaven and earth that perennially permeated the Wuhua rainforest seemed to have gone through a hundred years, and all of it had been consumed cleanly, revealing bright sunshine and blue sky.

I'm not dead, I'm still alive?

Yes, such a big mountain peak fell and didn't hit me?

No, this isn't the Wuhua Rainforest, is it?

......

One after another, the sounds of surprise continued to come out of the cultivators' mouths, breaking the peace here. But it can be heard in their voices from the joy of the heart. No one wants to die, and no one wants to leave this wonderful world. Especially cultivators, because they have a longer life than ordinary people, and they have a more wonderful life than ordinary people.

What about the huge mountain that oppressed us breathlessly? After the joy, the people finally remembered their recent life-and-death crisis—that mountain.

yes, what about that mountain? Why didn't you see it?

Just now, it seems that the mountain peak has fallen, and the ground is still shaking, but how can I see that the ground is flat and smooth, and there is no trace of heavy objects falling?

Mo Han is a simple person, so it is easy for him to keep his attention together. And such people have a characteristic, no matter when and where, as long as the goal is determined, it is easy to fall into the trance, ignore everything around them, and only move towards the goal.

At this time, Mo Han was in such a state, no matter how surprised the cultivator next to him was, no matter how loudly he shouted, he couldn't hear it. Because his gaze fell on his goal, the mountain that was so imposing that he doubted the world.

The first time I saw the majestic, huge peak, it was quietly located less than a meter in front of Mo Han at this time. At the top of the flattened peak, which is less than half a meter high and less than a meter in diameter, a bay of crystal clear lake water shimmers in the sun, filling with vitality.

The whole mountain looks like a hill piled up like a child and is as cute as a toy. But one has to wonder about its authenticity! Who could have imagined that an hour ago, when a desperate mountain could not afford to resist the fall of a majestic mountain?

Many cultivators rubbed their eyes again and again, pinched themselves again and again, and they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Qi Ling slapped Wei Su on the shoulder: "Little fat man, you told me that the huge roar just now, and the feeling of the ground shaking and shaking are hallucinations that I appeared, not real!"

The little fat man's two little eyes were full of confusion: "It's real, right? I also heard the roar just now, and I felt a violent vibration." ”

"Smack!" Qi Ling slapped it again: "Then you tell me that the mountain peak I saw an hour ago and the death crisis I felt was fake!"

The little fat man Wei Su finally reacted, Qi Ling was not asking him a question, nor was he confirming the authenticity of everything that happened before, he was expressing his emotions, because he was slapped on the shoulder by Qi Ling, and he was in hot pain at this time.

"You're sick!" the little fat man Wei Su slapped Qi Ling's palm away and roared at him.

Qi Ling was unwilling to be lonely: "You are sick!"

"You're all sick!"

Mo Han turned to look at them, the corners of his mouth were filled with a bright smile, especially at this time, the sun was just right, and Mo Han was particularly beautiful.

"You really look good when you smile, and it makes me jealous. If I were a woman, I would definitely marry you in my life. Qi Ling also looked at Mo Han, and gradually found something familiar to him from Mo Han's face.

"Get out, labor and management don't do it!"

Qi Ling, Wei Su, and Xiao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The Mo Han they were familiar with was back, and it turned out that Mo Han was still familiar to them.

For some reason, not long ago, when the mountain peak appeared, they happened that Mo Han was not the Mo Han they were familiar with, as if Mo Han was far away from them, very far away, as if they were separated by countless times and spaces, separated by several long rivers of history, so that they could see each other, but they were strange to each other.

"Is this the waterhole of life?" all the cultivators discovered this mountain peak, and also discovered the clear pool of water at the top of the mountain. Ban Liming stepped closer, and doubts appeared in his tone for the first time, because the question he said was not a declarative sentence.

Ban Liming's eyes looked at the pool of less than half a bowl of water, and he asked something out of his mouth, but it seemed that there was no one to ask.

Is there really not? No, there is! Because the cultivators around him have already given him the object—Mo Han.

All the cultivators asked with Ban Liming's doubts, and their eyes all fell on Mo Han. In their opinion, Mo Han was the only one who could give them the answer.

Since the emergence of the mountain peak, Mo Han has always remained calm, not afraid of life and death, or in their opinion, Mo Han is the one who has long known that this situation is happening. So at this time, Mo Han should also give them the answer, and should tell them what it is.

From the depths of their hearts, they don't want to believe that this is the waterhole of life. In their imagination, the waterhole of life should be a large lake, and the water in this lake is full of life, which can live the bones of the dead. As long as they take a sip, they will live forever. No matter how bad it is, the pool of life should be the size of several bathtubs, so that they can feel the rich breath of life when they smell it, and they will grow up a little after drinking a sip of cultivation.

Mo Han didn't answer, his gaze still fell on the pool that was less than half a bowl, as if he didn't feel the few glances around him and hear Ban Liming's question.

Qi Ling glanced at Ban Liming: "What is it, what is it, what is it?

"Yes!" Mo Han's answer was both expected by all cultivators and not expected by them. After all, there are many people here, and the waterhole of life is only half the size of a bowl, how to divide it?