Chapter 060: The Pale Realm of Despair

The boy suddenly froze in place as if he had been shocked by electricity, his eyes unconscious, already quietly filled with tears.

Tears swirled in his eyes, as if they were about to drip at any moment.

"Why ......?" muttered the boy.

What a wonderful thing it was, why was it shattered, why did I suffer so much?

"Why?!" cried the boy.

Why...... What about that sharp knife, why did I kill her...... That's impossible!

"Why?!!"

It seemed to be a dream, and in this dream there were only the two of them, and now, only the boy was left.

Ruowen ...... Did I hurt you, why did it be me?!" The boy's heart was suddenly broken, and he was overwhelmed with grief and asked the heavens and the earth...... Why is all this?

"Ahh

In the depths of the overlapping dreams, love and hate are intertwined......

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Shen Wuchen's consciousness slowly recovered, as if he had experienced a nightmare, he was terrified and dazed, and completely lost his sense of security.

Legend has it that nightmares exist invisibly in the world, in the depths of people's memories and dreams.

And the nightmare that Shen Wuchen experienced was hidden by him in the deepest part of his memory, forgetting everything there, perhaps, it would never be awakened there, or perhaps, he would remember it tomorrow...... In a place called "Zhongzhou", there is a girl who is still waiting for him......

Shen Wuchen opened his hazy eyes, looked at the familiar surroundings, gradually regained his consciousness and thoughts before the nightmare, wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and said to the two people above the auspicious clouds: "Two, may I ask if I have passed the trial of the heart?"

The two looked at each other, glanced at each other, and at the same time sighed imperceptibly, and the woman replied, "I have passed the test of personal feelings...... You can see that you cherish all your emotions about yourself. ”

"Hehe, it's over. Hearing this, Shen Wuchen was a little shy, but after thinking about it, Shen Wuchen felt that he really cared about every emotion around him.

Every ...... are all cared for by him. It's just because he once lost, that ...... The most precious emotion.

Pity...... But now...... Can't wake up sleeping memories?

"Okay, let's prepare for the test of personal character!" the man looked at Shen Wuchen and said without joy or sorrow.

"Okay!" Shen Wuchen nodded.

Then, the two of them cast spells at the same time, and a touch of colored brilliance entered Shen Wuchen's consciousness, once again pulling Shen Wuchen's spirit out of his body. Entered that pale world......

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This is a pure white endless space, without any trace of darkness penetrating through, in the weird vast white space. But in this pale space where there should be no living beings, there is a lonely shadow walking, walking......

In this world, he doesn't know how many years he has been here, how many years he has walked aimlessly, how many years he has been desperate, and how many years he has been tormented even if he wants to die......

He only knew that his former wisps of green silk had turned into his sideburns and gray hair, and he only knew that he had seen hope from his original wish, and then from hope to disappointment, and after being disappointed for too long, he was now in deep despair......

He was once high-spirited and young and frivolous, but now he has reached a state of decay in his old age.

The pen of time ruthlessly depicts the vicissitudes of time on his face, the slightly closed eyes emit a cloudy light, and the slender legs and rickety waist support his staggering steps are so laborious... Perhaps, it was just a shot of an old father...... Perhaps, it is the ruthlessness of time.

Now that he has indeed reached the time of "the sun is waning and his breath is dying", he has no time to think too much at this moment.

For example, why is he here, why can't he get out, or ......

Many, many problems have been left behind him, and he no longer needs to think about them and care about things that have nothing to do with him.

But in his heart, there are still some unwillingness and some questions......

What he misses most is the people he loves. He was blaming himself, why didn't he treat her well before, care for her well, and take care of her ......!

He regretted that the attachment of fate had turned them from happiness to pain.

He hated again, hated himself, hated people, hated the world, hated fate...... Why is he so unlucky, why is he not so superb? Why is fate so ridiculous, pathetic, and terrifying! Playing tricks on one person's fate also involves the happiness of another!!

Why?!Really unwilling to do this...... But it ......

Powerless!

His heart was filled with pain, everything around him was so white, white and terrible, white hollow, white and deep, white without any color, always white, all endless pale. Just like his heart is now...... Pale to the point of weakness.

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"Legend has it that there are seven kinds of love and power in the human world that come from the deepest part of the heart, the most sincere, and can turn all the chaos of the universe into nothingness and powder. Have you ever heard of Emperor Wa?" Emperor Xi's faint figure stood on top of the auspicious clouds and asked softly to the woman beside him.

"Hmm. The woman nodded, and said: "That is the Void Book left in the primeval era, what I saw in the "Heaven and Earth Confusion", that is, the seven most powerful, nihilistic, and most difficult to control in the world, these seven powers all come from the source of power from the bottom of the heart, not from any nature and time and space. These seven sources of power are also the seven power realms, which are [Faith], [Anger], [Greed], [Cherish], [**], and [Life and Death]. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, although the Proud Heaven Determination is said to be from the Ancient Period's Most Holy Heart Method, it is actually just a physique and a special mind, right?"

"Perhaps, no one can tell, I just feel that his soul has a familiar feeling, and he can also accept the power of Aotiandu...... So, I chose him. Emperor Wa looked into the ethereal distance, where she might belong.

"That'...... Will he get his first power there?"

"Perhaps...... Yes, I only know that he already has that kind of power called [Faith] in his heart!"

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It was still a miserable white, that terrible white seemed to be like a desperate abyss whirlpool, Shen Wuchen walked weakly, in this directionless white world, he had only one goal - other colors!

How he longed to see a little black, a little red, a little green, even a little bit of other colors. It's just that everything is just his longing, and in the end, the longing will turn into despair in this unchangeable fact!

He stopped suddenly, feeling his weakness and about to dry up his life force, feeling the impending dance of death, feeling the despair in this endless whiteness, he slowly closed his eyes......

Let's go like this, even if I regret that I have no ability to change, I am really tired, and I am under enough pressure, so it's time for me to get rid of it!

What does death bring to people? Is the last color before death this vast white?

How can I repay the loneliness I owe her, the emotions I owe her?

The moment Shen Wuchen's eyes closed, a familiar colored figure appeared in his line of sight, no, not the sight, not the mind, but the color of the depths of the soul, the shadow of the depths of the soul.

There were many, many more, the shadows of people he didn't know but had a sense of déjà vu, and finally many people, many beasts, many elves, and people of many, many races all appeared in Shen Wuchen's soul one by one......

Is that all you see before you die?

Dream Heart...... Uh-uh ~ I ...... I'm really going to leave you forever.

Forgive me for my selfishness, forgive me for not saying goodbye......

Although I am unwilling, I have no way to change this cruel reality now. Really......

I can't! I can't?!!

"Hehe~ Shen Wuchen, you ...... Are you really willing to give up?"

An old voice rang out, breaking the silence in the white expanse.

"You...... Who is it? How could it be...... Here I am...... It will appear here!!" Shen Wuchen said with difficulty with the little consciousness and strength he had left, and at the same time, his heart once again illuminated a little bit of hope.

Where there is a voice, there is a person.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is yourself, you're dying, it's necessary to know so much?!" The old voice sounded, and the tone changed from kindness at the beginning to a faint indifference, but behind this indifferent tone, there seemed to be something else extremely complicated......

"You ......" Shen Wuchen excitedly wanted to stand up and loudly accuse this disrespectful old man, but his limp body couldn't gather any strength no matter what, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Shen Wuchen, are you really willing to give up like this?" the old man sounded again, with extremely complicated emotions in his tone.

"Uh......" Shen Wuchen struggled as hard as he could, struggling with his own strength, hoping that the passage of his life could be slower, slower.

Because, the sudden sound shows that there must be a way to break this space. If it weren't for the too much despair and waiting before, which made his heart completely desperate, how could he be willing to give up when he was stubborn and strong?!

"Shen Wuchen, let's take a look at this first...... And the only way to break free from this space is strength, whether it is pure strength or mental power, as long as you reach enough strength to break free from this space. The old voice drifted farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely.

A fragment of memory suddenly appeared in Shen Wuchen's mind, he didn't resist, he knew that it was something that the old man wanted him to see, besides, he didn't have any ability to resist now.

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