Darkness and light are opposites, the unity of contradictions, only after seeing the light can we understand the darkness of darkness, and if we don't understand darkness, how can we understand the existence of light!

Light and darkness rotate, constantly deducing in the mind, the candle is in a trance, into a mysterious world, a world of nothingness and darkness, a seed of light condensed in the center of the darkness, began to radiate a subtle light outward, weak light can be extinguished at any time, as the darkness dissipates inch by inch, the light gradually increases, from a small seed, swelling into a behemoth.

The seeds seemed to have grown to the limit, with a bang, the seeds exploded, a strong light radiated, dazzling but not blazing, the candle was faintly seen in this sudden strong light, the wave of light swept everything, everywhere it went, the darkness was extinguished.

Candle struggled to keep her eyes open, watching the light dispel the darkness, watching the light devour nothingness, the light singing all the way forward, and the darkness quietly retreating.

It seems that the strength has reached its limit, the light stops expanding, and the darkness wanders out, enveloping the entire light zone, like a giant tiger waiting for an opportunity to devour people, silently licking its wounds while waiting for an opportunity.

The world formed by light is like a lamp standing in the darkness, bright and bright. No longer expanding, the intense light dimmed, softened, ceased to shine.

The darkness came back, slowly encroaching in the softest way, and the world of light continued to shrink and disappear until the smallest bit of light remained, and in the darkness, as if it did not exist, the point of light tenaciously existed, swaying in the darkness, constantly accumulating strength, until it broke out again.

This scene is extremely magical, constantly interpreted, filling his mind. Candle has experienced day, experienced night, but there is no moment, like now, so that he has a kind of ambiguous electric shock, only to feel the depths of his soul, an instinctive throbbing, as if he is constantly approaching, an ethereal, but almost Taoist thing.

What was before the darkness? Candle didn't know, at this moment, Candle's heart was immersed in the main line of alternating black and white, he saw the transformation of darkness and light, but what he paid attention to was not darkness and light, but the power of time.

Under the power of time, nothing is immortal, trees will rot, mountains and rocks will be shattered, rivers will be dried up, the earth will collapse, light will dissipate, darkness will pass away, everything will be consumed and extinguished under the power of time, only time is eternal!

The eternity of time is not static, it is like a river that continues to flow forward, and what you see at this point in time is always flowing down from the previous moment.

This is the so-called passage, which can be described as magnificent, and can be called great.

Silently pondering, gradually into the mind, the more aftertaste, the more I feel that there is a great power in the meantime. In the sea of knowledge, the transformation of darkness and light is broken down into fragments by candles, which are incomparably small, and each small fragment is constantly chewed and savored, as if tasting a glass of red wine and a plate of treasures.

In the process of this taste, the candle enters a strange state of contemplating the mysteries of time, and between thoughts, the memory picture constantly flashes, every moment, every moment.

Those memory pictures are continuous, as if they are going through life again in order, as the perception becomes deeper and deeper, closer and closer to the true meaning of time, the great power comes, smashes time to pieces, and the memory pictures are instantly chaotic, becoming frame by frame, incoherent.

Countless picture clips, countless candles, struggling, surviving, and fighting in completely different time segments, each time fragment is separated from the main line of time, forming a branch line, and each branch line has a candle, and with the extension of the branch line, life is constantly deduced.

The candle was confused, he couldn't tell which one was himself, which timeline life was about to go, standing at a crossroads, at a loss, not knowing which direction to face.

This realization came too suddenly, in an unprepared situation, he came into contact with the law of time for a moment, at that moment, the river of time surged down with him, countless tributaries led out, countless candles left along the tributaries, the tributaries diverged again, forming new tributaries, and countless candles resolutely new tributaries, interpreting a new life.

Every tributary is a life, and every life is possible. You can't blame the candle for being at a loss, everyone will be confused when faced with multiple choices, instantaneous, long-term, and indecisive.

After making a choice, they sometimes think that it would be nice to do that and that, and they want to go back in time, go back to the moment they made their choice, and choose again.

Time flows, does not attach anyone's will, it is very willful to walk according to its own route, will not stop and wait, will not go backwards, persistence is its character, not to be destroyed.

Trapped in the quagmire of time, his cognition is impacted, his consciousness is confused, Candle can't make a choice, he can only let the river of time carry him, maybe he will be annihilated in this confusion, his consciousness will dissipate, and his soul will fly to ashes.

Annihilation in this state may be the best way to die, he will not feel any pain, maybe the difficult choice is a kind of torment.

Phew!

Sharp but not piercing, like thunder penetrating the ear bones, Huang Zhong Da Lu sounded in the sky over the long river of time, the candle was born in the chaos A trace of clarity, the thought rose, and he struggled in the river water. The majestic voice is solemn and solemn, constantly echoing, shuttling and washing in the soul of the candle, rejecting the law of time, and the candle is like a marionette, pulled out of the whirlpool of time little by little by this vast voice.

The soul is awake, and the candle is aware of the state at this time and strives to cooperate. As soon as the thought is born, it comes out of the feeling.

Cutting off the feeling, breaking away from the law of time, it was like a mountain off his shoulders, and the candle felt a burst of relaxation, which he had never felt before.

Boom!

The candle fell out of the sarcophagus with a pale face, the sarcophagus closed in a click, and the silver-white eyes that had been paying attention to the candle slowly disappeared when it fell out of the sarcophagus, as if the distance was infinitely far away, and the giant eyes left, getting smaller and smaller, until they were obscured by the thick fog that came from it.

"Candle!"

"Second brother!"

The two of them, who had never left, saw the candle fall from the sarcophagus, their faces as pale as paper, and their mouths vomited blood, and the joy that suddenly rose was gone. The two of them stepped forward quickly, lifted the candle up, and the stupid look came into view.

"Candle?!" Di Jiang called softly, and a powerful soul power came out of his body.

"You'd better not probe his soul!" As the demonic qi rolled, that rough face was revealed again, this was the second time in more than twenty days, the first time it was when they first met.

"What's wrong with him?"

"The soul is traumatized, but fortunately, the integration into the law is not deep, otherwise the soul will inevitably dissipate. "The Bone Demon is like seeing it with your own eyes. Di Jiang understood at this moment that he was just a microphone, speaking for the deity.

"Are you explaining to yourself?" Di Jiang was a little convinced. While he was pondering, the Bone Demon's voice came again, "It will be repaired after a period of good recuperation." It's really a good seedling, the law of time, hehe......"

Di Jiang was not too shocked, he had already had a faint guess before, and now he was just confirming. What made Di Jiang a little suspicious was the last sentence of the bone demon, "It seems that things are not as simple as I thought, he is not just a mouthpiece, he has his own opinions, he has his own consciousness." ”

Di Jiang looked up, and the bone demon had already turned around, but the foot he raised was lowered again. Di Jiang didn't know what the Bone Demon was waiting for, or if he forgot to pass on what words.