He returned home and lay on the bed exhausted, looking at the ceiling, his thoughts returned to the past years, the unwillingness and regret of the past......

Gradually, his eyelids closed involuntarily, as if immersed in memories of the past. In the quiet of the night, he dreamed of familiar figures waving to each other.

Early the next morning, a shrill call broke the silence.

He woke up in a daze, his mother's anxious voice echoing in his ears.

"Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao! Why haven't you gotten up yet?" His mother's voice was filled with warmth and concern, and he was comforted.

"Zhu Yao! It's nine o'clock, and you haven't gotten up yet!" The mother's voice gradually became sharp and harsh.

"Zhu Yao, Zhu Yao! Why haven't you gotten up yet? His mother's voice was warm and caring, and he was comforted.

"Zhu Yao! It's nine o'clock, you haven't gotten up yet! The mother's voice gradually became sharp and harsh, and Zhu Yao just replied in a daze in his sleep, "Hmm." And he lost consciousness.

"Zhu Yao, there's a message from the Var Divine Academy!" A thunderclap like thunder immediately woke Zhu Yao from his slumber. He immediately sat up, agitated.

"The news of the Divine Destruction Temple has been delivered!" Zhu Yao couldn't help but whisper to himself.

He quickly straightened his clothes with his hands and hurried out of the bedroom, searching for the truth with anticipation.

As soon as Zhu Yao came out, he immediately couldn't wait to ask: "Mom, what is the situation with the notice sent by the Var Divine Academy, is there any good news?" "

"I haven't opened it yet, give it to you, you can see for yourself!" The mother smiled softly and handed the letter on the table to Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao took the letter, there was an uncontrollable smile on his face, and he couldn't wait to unfold it.

But as soon as the letter was opened, it was the big red letters, "I...... It's the yellow level, the Xuanwu Gate, ah! ”

Zhu Yao was looking forward to the result, but the reality poured a basin of cold water on him!

There are four levels of ability: [Heaven] [Earth] [Xuan] [Yellow].

Each level is divided into four sects, and these four sects are different directions for the Abilities in battle, they are: [Qinglongmen], [White Tiger Gate], [Vermilion Bird Gate], and [Xuanwu Gate].

And the Xuanwu Gate in the [yellow] rank is beautified as the "reserve strategic supply", more colloquially called the logistics department.

Zhu Yao's face instantly stiffened.

The corners of his mouth slowly sank with a smile, and he laughed softly and self-deprecatingly: "I really didn't expect that I would fail like this......"

"Ahh Yao, what's wrong...... In fact, sometimes the outcome is not so important. Seeing this, the mother immediately leaned over and asked with concern, then took a deep breath and comforted Zhu Yao.

"Ugh."

Zhu Yao sighed lightly, then picked up the letter, savored it after a meal, and read it over and over again. "I'm going to report early the next morning...... That's it. ”

He put down the letter again in frustration and left silently. His mother stared at his tired back, time passing in her heart, she usually loved to nag, but at the moment she could not put a meager word between her lips.

"Mom, I'll go out first."

The silence was broken by a sudden sound, and Zhu Yao put on his clothes and shoes neatly, and then left in a hurry.

The chirping of insects and cicadas in summer and the noise of people filled his ears, like his chaotic thoughts.

"Zhu Yao, here!"

The familiar voice suddenly came, immediately breaking his cluttered thoughts.

"Yu Yan! What's going on, did the Var Divine Temple say anything? Zhu Yao ran over and asked.

Lin Yuyan smiled in her eyes, pursed her lips, shook her head and said arrogantly: "They say that I am an S-level talent, I can go directly to the Xuan-level Qinglongmen!"

"Ah, congratulations! Yu Yan! Zhu Yao's face appeared happy after hearing this.

But he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart......

Raising her eyes, Lin Yuyan looked at Zhu Yao playfully, and teased: "Oh, Zhu Yao, you must be talented!" Compared to me, you must have gone to the heavenly level! There was a playful smile in her eyes.

"No, I'm only yellow-level...... Xuanwu Gate. Zhu Yao turned his head in embarrassment.

"What?" Lin Yuyan looked at the embarrassed Zhu Yao in disbelief, "It's okay, Zhu Yao!" We all go through many things in life, and this is just a small episode in life! I believe in you, always be!"

"Hmmm......"

Having said that, can he really let go of it with a word......

yes, she's still that good, and I can't keep up with her!

Even if you do it all over again, will it still be the same?

After the two chatted, because Lin Yuyan had to report to the Vanshen Temple in advance, Zhu Yao could only say goodbye to her, and then walked alone on the streets, his heart was full of a deep sense of powerlessness.

As night fell, he lay helplessly on the mattress in his bedroom, his hands clutching the sheets, beads of sweat pouring out of his face.

Immersed in that mysterious dream again, he found that he still held the magical pen in his hand! In this realm of nothingness, every step is like stepping on the edge of a cliff, and it is as if you are about to step into an endless abyss......

'Ding~Ding......'

The space is boundless, like a roaming ocean, and he carefully creates a music-like trace on it.

"Whew~ How long will it take to move forward!" Zhu Yao rubbed his hands together and wandered aimlessly in this bizarre realm.

"Weng—"

Suddenly, a roar echoed in his head...... His pace gradually became unsteady.

"Huhu...... Yes? ”

The fear of the abyss came back to his heart, and despite the many experiences he had experienced here, he still felt a wave of panic in his heart......

Again, he felt his body constantly falling, and the pen in his hand was unintentionally swiping......

The pen in his hand is like a beam of intelligent light, and the tactful lines outline a dream door, and the surrounding fog is gradually dispersed by Xiaoguang!

Zhu Yao immediately struggled towards that side, and when he stepped through the door, an ethereal voice echoed through the space......

"You're finally here!"

"Who? Who is it! Zhu Yao's body was floating in the void at this time, and the endless sense of falling was immediately dissipated, and his mouth was full of doubts.

"The little god, the Splashing Ink Immortal, is your protector!" The ink-splashing immortals lay leisurely in this void space.

"Protector?" Zhu Yao asked suspiciously.

"That's right!"

"What do you protect?"

"Of course it's your own path!"

"Huh?!"

……

The ink-splashing immortal shook his head and sent him out with a wave of his hand:

"The answer, of course, is that when chance comes, everything will bloom like ripples on the surface of the lake of time!"