There are many things that are incomprehensible in the world.

But there is always a source.

Either the people who experienced it are puzzled, or the bystanders are puzzled.

But it's not really incomprehensible.

Liu March opened his eyes.

He was lying on top of something dangling, and above his head was a vast expanse of blue-purple sparkling starry sky. There were ribbon-like light foams flying through the starry space, scattering silver dust all over the sky, becoming countless galaxies.

This is a place that has never been seen before.

Infinitely distant and vast.

The top of the starry sky was purple-black, which looked extremely deep, and then it fell downward, turning into a large orange sky, like the color of the sunset—a hue that easily reminded people of the southernmost part of the Yellow Sorghum, the tail of the River Styx, the autumn water.

Liu Yue lay there silently, not looking at where she was shaking.

When the sword fire ignited from his heart, and the boundless burning pain drowned him, he knew that he was really dead.

If what you see in the Human Sword Sect is a dream.

Then these things will be a dream for now.

Probably only in dreams can you see such gorgeous hues that the world will not have.

But that's not a dream.

Liu Yue looked down at his heart, where there was a sword hole with sword fire jumping.

His body had been burned by the sword fire, and only this was the soul still drifting.

Chen Huaifeng's sword naturally would not leave him a way to live.

Not only pierced his body, but also his soul.

Liu March lay down for a long time and finally sat up.

Look around.

He was lying in a cramped wooden canoe floating in a large river with no way to come and no way to go.

The water was not clear or turbid, and there seemed to be colored light escaping from it.

Liu March silently thought about what was recorded in the ancient texts of the Daomen.

Is this the river leading to the great country of Styx?

He couldn't remember.

The world is so good that he often doesn't dare to look at those things about death.

Although he eventually died.

Died in the Sword Sect.

Chen Huaifeng's explanation, Liu March is recognized.

That's right, too.

Only in this way will the world put aside the ignorant views of the past about Huangliang and come to Zebian to have a look.

It's just a pity that Liu March didn't be able to see what the world will look like in the next hundred years.

No, sixty or seventy years.

Born as a human being, you only have a lifespan of 100 years.

This is the principle of the Tao of Constantism.

Liu March never thought of being like Cong Blade, turning into a demon and surviving for a thousand years.

In fact, in the entire Dao Gate, there are few who choose to turn demons.

There is only the Sword Sect, perhaps because the Demon Ancestor was once the eighth disciple of the Grinding Sword Cliff Tsing Yi.

Those people of the Sword Sect are not averse to turning demons.

But Liu March didn't want that.

Looking at the world for a hundred years, coming with curiosity, embracing and satisfying, it is the bliss of the world.

But it's a pity that he stepped off the stage in this sweeping opening scene.

So I drifted under the colorful starry sky of the River Styx, nostalgic for the first glimpse of the splendor of the world when I walked out of the green mountains.

It was the lights of Huaidu.

So he later followed Kamigawa.

In a prosperous world, there will naturally not be a mediocre emperor.

Liu March sat on the boat, smiled slightly and thought for a long time.

But I thought of the words on Daze again.

Now it seems that he is naturally accurate.

Also look right.

The observed fallacy of fate is not correctable.

Liu March thought with regret.

If it could be fixed, that would be nice.

But that's against common sense.

It's just that when Liu March was thinking like this, a figure appeared on the bank of that big river.

Wushan Goddess Yao Ji.

Dressed in black, but always making people feel that in the small crevices of those long black dresses, there should be ghosts full of colorful little flowers, so he sat on the bank with the maple umbrella diagonally, and stepped barefoot in the glittering river.

It was as if he was waiting for the arrival of Liu March.

"The world you love, are you still satisfied with the rewards given to you?" Yao Ji's soft voice sounded on the riverbank.

Liu March sat on the slowly drifting boat, laughed softly, and said, "This is the ending that I can still accept." ”

Yaoji's body was still surrounded by the power of the River Styx, but Liu March was already a person in the River Styx, so it was naturally difficult to be suppressed by that power.

As a result, it is rare for people in the world to sit with ghosts and gods on an equal footing and talk freely about the world.

"But you could have continued to watch and see how those passions took root and grew into brilliant and brilliant appearances over the years."

Liu Yue just chuckled softly, looking at the woman who was stepping on the water of the River Styx.

"But now that you have come to the world, those loves may not be extinguished. The blind date between man and god may really be incomparably beautiful. Liu March said slowly, "But when the stories you represent have disappeared into human history, it means that the world itself has made a choice." ”

Although Liu March did not agree with Yao Ji's idea of returning to the world, Liu March still used your word for this human ghost and god who once existed in the land of Ancient Chu.

It's just that maybe for Yao Ji, what she wants is not this kind of empty words that stay between her lips and teeth.

It's the sky that stays in memory, where man and god once coexisted.

Liu March looked up at the sky, but found that this was no longer the sky he was familiar with, and at the same time he was a little sentimental, but he still said: "The world is very good now, according to the story I know, after the witch, ghost and god cult disappeared in the world, the avenue began to flourish, people began to go higher and higher, and went farther and farther, there were many twists and turns along the way, and there were also many unrestful stories, and even the whole world suffered heavy losses. But it's always a trajectory that jumps and goes up. Cultivating the Tao, becoming an immortal, turning into a demon, whether the world recognizes it or not, these all represent an upward exploration of the world, even if it is a secular person who has never had extraordinary power, it is constantly moving forward - the goddess, the world has never fallen because of the loss of ghosts and gods. ”

Yao Ji quietly looked at Liu Yueyue, who was slowly drifting towards her, and said softly: "Since the world can accept everything as you said, why can't you accept that there are ghosts and gods on top of your head?" ”

Liu March thought silently for a long time before she said softly: "Maybe it's because of the blessing from the gods and ghosts, which will make the world indulge in all the existing satisfactions. The world of perfection and no regrets is like a big river reef, which will only be worn out a little bit, and will not really go forward to see the sea farther away. ”

Yaoji said calmly, "But we are the sea. ”

"The world has to see for itself." Liu March also said calmly.

"What if I give you another chance?"

"If you give me another 10,000 chances, I will only make this one choice." Liu March chuckled softly.

Yao Ji turned her head to look farther along the River Styx.

When I got there, all the stars and all the brilliance were falling downward, falling into the infinite abyss.

Liu March also saw the scene there.

It is the place where everything on earth has fallen and not even words and light will survive.

Fall, until you fall with the great rivers of eternal blindness.

Liu March was not afraid, but drifted there calmly but with regret.

He fondly recalls the regrets of his life.

Keep them in mind. Even if you drink the rumored Styx water that will forget everything in the world if you drink a little, you must remember the regrets of your life.

In this way, in the next life, he can come to this world with greater love and earnestness.

Yao Ji didn't speak again, just watched calmly as Liu Yue drifted away from her.

Then, under the pull of the power of the raging river Styx, it went faster and faster towards the end.

Liu March smiled and nodded at Yao Ji, even though it wasn't the last person he hoped to see in his life.

The light in front of him began to distort, as if it had been pulled, turning into countless slender lines, and the wind was so loud that Liu March could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

Suddenly, the wooden boat had come to the cliff where it had fallen.

Liu Yue smiled and closed her eyes.

The wind stopped.

Liu March was silent for a long time and opened his eyes.

Yao Ji stood on the side of the cliff, her solemn and gorgeous black dress flying in the power of the mighty River Styx.

At her side, there was an illusory tall figure in black robes.

When Liu Yueyue saw Yao Ji intercepting the boat that was about to fall into the underworld, he realized whose phantom it was.

The Great Priest's Order.

So Liu March's figure broke away from the river and landed on the riverbank, leaving only the boat to fall in vain.

"The soul of the Great Priest, I have given it to someone in the world." Yaoji's voice was still gentle and soft. "The people in the River Styx are already outside of fate, and they can't be changed unless they are ordained, this is the last fate technique I can use."

Liu March sat on the bank of the river, looking at his ghostly appearance reflected in the river - the power of the Styx tore at his soul, and it had already distorted the appearance of the original world.

"Why bother with the goddess?" Liu March sighed softly.

Yao Ji calmly raised her hand, and Liu Yue's spirit was pulled by the power of the River Styx, turning into a small form, and headed towards her palm.

"Even if you refuse repeatedly, I'm still willing to give you a chance, Liu March."

Liu March's broken soul lay in Yaoji's palm, listening to those still warm voices, but she suddenly understood that this kind of gentleness and softness was not her attitude towards the world, but it had always been like this.

"Why?"

Yao Ji covered Liu March's spirit under the umbrella and went against the current in the power of those mighty Styxes.

"Because you are one of the few people in the world who stands resolutely opposite me."

Yao Ji's voice sounded softly in Liu Yueyue's ears.

Even though the meaning in those words was not gentle.

Liu March lay in the palm of Yaoji's palm, quietly watching everything slowly return to the first appearance, the vast starry sky, the flowing Styx.

Yao Ji stopped where she had first seen Liu Yue and looked at the big river.

"Your love is real." Yao Ji said softly, "Only with love can you see love, and only with Chi Chen can you prove Chi Chen." ”

"How do you know?"

"That's what Styx told me." Yao Ji said calmly, "Every person who has returned in the world has seen a different Styx. Your Styx, too good. ”

Liu March chuckled softly.

Yaoji continued to walk forward, in the opposite direction to the return of the River Styx.

"I didn't want to meddle in your life and death anymore." Yaoji said slowly, "But the things here attracted me and made me look at them. ”

"The more beautiful, the more resolute, and the more antagonistic."

"So, the more I want you to prove you wrong."

Yao Ji stopped at a place where the galaxy had fallen.

The star dome is like a cover, so those light foams slowly slide down here, fall into the River Styx, and flow into those brilliant appearances.

Passing through the Star Dome is the part of the River Styx on earth.

The River Styx there is heading towards the world, towards the bottom of the Yellow Mountains.

Yao Ji stopped here and put Liu Yueyue's little soul down on top of her bare feet.

"Through here, it's the world." Yao Ji quietly looked at the layer that separated the boundary between life and death. "Don't think about re-entering the River Styx, your life and death have been rejected by the River Styx, unless you go to the world again, live again, the River Styx will not receive you again."

Liu March's broken soul jumped down on his bare feet, stood in front of the hanging wall cover, and quietly looked at the world, his distorted eyes seemed to be full of love.

Raising his hand to touch it, the soul finger twisted by the power of the River Styx passed through without hindrance.

"I've seen your spirit before, and I've seen the river of memory floating in it."

Yaoji's gentle voice as water fell from the sky.

"There, I saw your whole life - you were born in the north of Huai'an, in a well-to-do family. Although your parents are not big people in the world, they have small savings and are knowledgeable, and in such a comfortable town, they will naturally not let anything happen that will fall into the shadows. ”

Liu March thought with her head down.

Yes.

His life was too smooth and too accessible.

Just like Yao Ji said.

has been pampered since childhood, and he also knows the right and wrong of good and evil in the world.

Later, on the green hill against which the town was backed, a woman came down, watched March outside his house, and took him up the mountain. There is an ancient avenue view in the mountain, but the people of the world do not call it a view, call it Qingtian Dao. The world does not call that woman a female Taoist, but calls her a white jade ballad.

Liu March's talent is, of course, extremely high in the world.

Therefore, everything is smooth, and he has already shown his prominence in his teens, and has stepped into a realm that the vast majority of cultivators in the world cannot step into in their lifetime.

Even if he later experienced a story that made him suffer for a long time.

But in those past years, the beautiful inertia formed still made him go forward with enthusiasm.

No matter how Liu March describes his past life with ease and tranquility.

In the eyes of the world, he has always lived in a glorious and beautiful story.

So Yaoji's reasoning is also very simple.

"People who live in beauty cannot speak for the beauty of the world." Yao Ji said calmly, "I can understand why someone like you would be bitterly dissatisfied with the protection of the gods above his head. ”

Liu March listened silently.

"As you say, the world will see the sea for himself. In the future, people like you will naturally be able to stand on all the journeys that are favored and treated by the heavens, and see more, better and higher scenery. ”

Yaoji's gaze passed through those barriers and fell to the world, an ordinary world, not the Nanyi City where everything is in the same stream, not the brilliant and gorgeous Huaidu.

It's just some ordinary people, with the world.

"But not everyone will be able to see the sea, Liu March."

Liu March retracted her hands from those barriers, pressed her hands on them, and began to examine herself as if she were looking in a mirror.

His soul was distorted, his gaze was devastated, his hands and feet were broken, his mind was dark.

"So, what do you want to do?"

Liu Yueyue looked at the Yao Ji reflected in the barrier, like a god who ruled all the world, and asked softly.

Yaoji looked down at Liu Yueyue, who was lying on the barrier next to her bare feet.

"So I'm thinking, if you are born ugly, if you live a despicable life, if you want to die, if you do all kinds of evil, and if you live in the filth that all the world itself will spurn, will you still feel good when you look up at the world?"

Liu Yue was silent for a long time, looked at the world and whispered: "I don't know, but I think this story is very interesting." ”

Liu Yue laughed, raised her legs and stepped over the barrier, and then the little broken soul slowly fell back into the world.

"So I'm willing to give it a try."

Yao Ji stood on the banks of the River Styx, staring for a long time at the figure that had fallen towards the world.

The galaxy behind him dimmed, and then began to fall inexorably, just like that figure.

All colors began to be withdrawn and swallowed up.

The entire Styx River began to fall into darkness.

Yao Ji stood silently in the dark, on the banks of the great river, listening to the sound of the water flowing and the wind drifting on the river.

But soon, something lit up on the horizon at the end of the River Styx.

It's a tree of light.

Then thousands of purple ancient trees bloomed in the world in that light, overlapping towards the dim sky dome, gradually turning into a dark gold color, exuding a dazzling pure light, thousands of ancient trees converged to the top of the sky dome, leaving a circle of circular arc-shaped light, where it was as clear as water.

Holding her umbrella diagonally, Yao Ji turned around and looked up at the new Styx Sky Dome.

Stood silently for a long time.

Yao Ji lowered her head and looked at the abyss of the cliff that distorted all the light, as if she wanted to cross the line between life and death and find someone who had sunk in history.

"Although you rejected everything back then, you ruined everything." Yao Ji looked at it and said in a soft tone.

"But I'm still willing to give the world a second chance."

"Your Majesty."

Yao Ji laughed softly, turned around with an umbrella, and walked towards the world without nostalgia.

All the light along the banks of the River Styx was extinguished again.

It is the faint light of all invisible.

It is the end of the return of all things.