Reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, living in it thoroughly.

Zhou Sheng was reincarnated on Earth, a very small planet, and the civilization is only a few thousand years old, just entering modernization.

He's a forensic doctor here, and his main job is to examine dead bodies, which is very interesting work.

Reincarnation again and again, reincarnation again and again.

His memories are all closed, and he doesn't know who he is, so that he can enjoy reincarnation, otherwise it won't be interesting.

Sometimes even reincarnated as a woman, but this is nothing, the body is just a stinky skin.

After hundreds of reincarnations, this universe has finally come to an end.

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Earth, Himalayas, summit of Mount Everest, an avid mountaineer looking up at the sky.

He breathed in the icy air, and the wind and frost hit his face, and he hit nothingness.

"This heaven and earth are finally going to be shattered, all beings in the universe are finally going to die, hehe, what a sad moment!"

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Countless years after the cosmic era, the universe has come to an end.

This time it is not the hell monsoon, it is the cosmic monsoon, and this monsoon represents the end of the world.

The doomsday storm swept everything, a large area of the star field collapsed, the planet where there was still life also collapsed, and the fragile life on it also died because of the collapse of the planet's core.

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End!

The universe is shattered, and the end of reincarnation is finally empty.

The time of great detachment has come.

The bridge appeared at the end of the road, and there was no place to be nostalgic in the dark universe. The origin of the universe zuihou let out a wail, passed away, and turned into a wisp of dust.

Zhou Sheng boarded the bridge on the other side. There are only two tickets. One piece of Uesugi. Philip, and beyond that, all life will be destroyed.

Even if you put it in the space of your body, you can't take it away, because this is detachment, only if your mind is detached and enters a completely new realm, the phenomenon of smuggling cannot exist.

The bridge on the other side stretches endlessly, below it. It is a vast sea of suffering, and on the other side, it is the colorful world.

There is the only realm under the firmament.

The birth of this universe is only a mistake, an accessory.

In a universe like this, the Colorful Realm has to produce innumerable, immeasurable, constant sand-like universes at every moment.

There, perhaps a myriad of universes can be created in just a breath. Maybe. The universe is just a stroke of a golden hook of a certain person, in the pen and ink.

Crossing the other side. Truly eternal!

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The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back.

The vast sea of suffering, there is no trace.

The master of the passenger's own transcendent instrument - the small god realm, the true demon also uses his own instrument - the source of all demons, a 'demon' word, this font is dark, between the material and the illusory, through the boundless sea of suffering.

As for Zhu Xian, it is a tool in itself, a sword, that cuts everything.

Splitting the mountains and cutting the waves, the waves of the bitter sea are churning, and the beautiful flowers on the other side are floating in the water, which is more lonely and reluctant.

There was a cheering chirp behind him, and the colorful insect finally evolved into a rainbow light, and it was born......

Zhou Sheng looked back and looked into the distance, the vast universe was dying like a bubble, everything was ruined, everything was ruined~~

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The wind is sluggish, and the water is easy to die.

The sky is high, and my heart is sad.

When the world is reversed, everything is destroyed.

Looking at the east wind, thinking melancholy, from then on only one heart remained.

The old era has passed, and the new era has come.

Zhou Sheng sat on the bridge and closed his eyes.

Every instant, the bridge on the other side consumes endless energy, and the energy reserves inside are crazy to decline. Almost in the blink of an eye, the energy of one plane was gone.

And they don't know how long they will be floating on this ocean, maybe forever!

The other side, the other side, you can't see and touch it, it's close in front of you but far away from the sky.

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Time passes, no! time has no meaning. Here, it takes almost a cosmic epoch to raise your hand.

The long river of time around the waist is boiling, and it still can't cross the other bank after all, turning into a wisp of water, wrapping around the fingers, and then disappearing forever.

The bridge under him gradually cracked in the waves of the bitter sea, and you can see the structure inside, which is countless skeletons and white bones, and only by gathering the resentment of all beings can resist the storm of the bitter sea.

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When the bridge really disappears, that's when it all ends!

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A wave hit, the transcendent weapon of the true demon, the word 'demon' fell into the sea of suffering, and then it never churned up.

The real demon, maybe dead.

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Lonely and lonely, there is no sky, no earth, no air, no time and space, only floating in the endless sea of suffering.

Boats and boats, rocking and swaying, crossing the sea of great suffering.

Many years later, Philip was wiped out, and Zhou Sheng's good son finally came to the end of history, just as he was created in the first place, from nothingness to nothingness.

Many more years, Uesugi also came to the end of her life.

"I'm content to see all this, I'm luckier than those creatures in the universe~~"

She also disappeared, passed away.

Zhou Sheng shed a tear, and he was the only one left on the ship. He never opened his eyes from beginning to end, and naturally he couldn't see that after Uesugi died, a faint trace of colorful light bloomed and then lingered for a while, disappearing.

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Countless years later, most of his bridges were destroyed and his energy reserves were completely depleted, and he was using his energy to urge the bridge on the other side.

His body saw that it was shriveling, and countless energies poured into the broken bridge below like opening a floodgate.

The flowers bloom and fall, only the withered flower has been staying on the body, turning into a little mark, and it will be imprinted in the heart for life and for life.

"Da Qian, Bianliang, what a strange name, it feels like it's been a long time, and I can't remember everything back then......"

He gave a wry smile.

Everything will be gone, and they will return to their destiny.

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The little god realm of the master drove over, and Zhou Sheng smiled slightly. The bridge beneath him collapsed. Turns into a halo. Entering the broken small god realm, he completed part of the origin.

He boarded the master's ship, and the two broken ships were one, and they could sail longer.

When they arrived at Zuihou, the Zhuxian Sword also sailed over, and the three more broken ships turned into a slightly better ship, carrying three broken undead spirits, and went to the Colorful Great Realm that may not have existed.

But there is no other shore there. So where can they go?

Hey!let it be~~

Fate comes and goes, everything is in fate.

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Three poor undead, there are only three poor children left in the once glorious universe.

Zuihou's Zuihou, the broken ship has finally come to the other side, the undead are unconscious, and the memory fragments have long been extinguished in the eternal fate.

The great ship carried them and sent them to the land on the other side, where they were destroyed by ashes.

On the other side, countless flowers on the other side are blooming, brilliant~~

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Maybe it's been a long time. Or maybe after a moment, the undead have a glimmer of consciousness. They are wandering among the flowers, and the flowers are blooming on the other side~~

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In fact, the real shijie is never what we can see, and everything may be the opposite.

Zhou Sheng opened his eyes, he saw the colorful world, and he saw shijie on the other side.

Without the colorful light, the colorful sky, and the colorful earth, the colorful world does not exist in the first place.

What exists?

It's your heart, it's the darkness, it's the night.

It was a ruined realm, a dark earth with no living creatures, only bright flowers, poppies, flowers that grew on the bones.

The flower on the other side is also a poisonous flower~~

The Colorful Realm has long been shattered, and when I came to the other side, I only saw these, an emptiness.

"weishenme?weishenme is a ruined realm, isn't there a place under the universe?"

The Lord wept and mourned for life.

The heroic spirit of Zhu Xian is wailing in the sky, sighing at the tricks of fate.

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Two colorful lights are playing and colliding in the distance, and the universe is being born.

They tended to the newborn light, thinner than a human hair compared to their massive bodies.

Perhaps, this should be the three colorful clans of Zuihou in the colorful world.

"No, is this the end of it? Is that the answer from the other side?"

Zhou Sheng was also crying loudly, his tears flushing his face.

Three poor children walked, walked on the ruins, walked through everything, walked through this ruined land.

There are only patches of poppies on the ruins, beautiful but poisonous.

Their bodies were broken, there was no energy to replenish, no food and water sources, nothing but to walk helplessly, waiting for the moment when they could not go on.

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The final answer is heartbreaking~~

We never know what the next step will be, because fate won't let you guess.

One day, they will fall and never get up again, and the meaning of life will end.

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Cultivation comes and goes, cultivation to zuihou, this result is too unpleasant.

The sad ending is not the haode ending, we often say that there will always be another turn in things, and in that invisible place, there is always an unexpected occurrence.

It's not that it doesn't exist, it's that you can't see it.

Your eyes have deceived you, everything you see is not true, of course, it does not mean that it is fake, at least the Colorful Great Realm is really shattered.

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Zhou Sheng didn't know how long it would take to walk or how many years it would take, but he still had to go on, with no purpose, no other ideas, and he had nothing else to do.

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When you are tired from walking, take a break and eat some poppies.

Although the poppy of the Colorful Great Realm can replenish food and fill the stomach pouch, it is very addictive. If you eat too much, you will be dizzy.

The more they eat, the more they want to eat, the more they eat, the more chaotic they become, they forget who they are, they forget where they come from, they forget everything, everything doesn't matter.

It's good to be muddy.

That way, at least you won't feel lonely and won't feel ...... Heartache~~

Flowers bloom and fall, poppies also have a flowering period, and when it comes to the season of flower falling, the poppies in the sky bloom in the depleted shijie, and no one appreciates it.

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Heaven and earth are a sad song, singing alone, whether you can understand it or not, it doesn't matter, and the important thing doesn't matter.

Everything is not important, everything is empty!

From nothingness, to nothingness, the other side, does not exist. On the other side, it also exists, it exists in your heart.

They have forgotten the language, they have forgotten the words, they have forgotten how to speak, they have not spoken for a long time.

Ten epochs, a hundred epochs, lonely walking, walking, until the end of destiny.

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Fell and got up and fell again.

Many epochs later, they no longer have the strength to walk, or rather, they have forgotten how to walk, they can only crawl forward, crawl forward with both hands, drag the stump, forward, forward~~

Until I didn't even have the strength to climb.

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The wind is lamenting, and it is grieving.

The body was cut by the stinger of the poppy, and there were blood marks on the body, and the broken body had long been devoid of vitality, only endless toxins, which were the toxins of the poppy.

After eating poppies, toxins cannot be excreted, so their skin is also colorful poppy color.

Zhou Sheng thought dimly, what is all this?

The Night and the Tree of Evil should have fallen, but that was his business. When I was dying, I thought about it a lot, and I recalled the glory of the past again and again, and this life is worth it!

Across the starry sky, invincible. I think that at the beginning, he was just a poor student, and he was harmed by the cancer of Confucianism, and later he directly destroyed the Confucian degree, which is interesting~~

Finally, I can't hold on anymore~~

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The eyelids drooped, the front was hazy, and there was no strength left.

"Look~~"

At the end of their rope, there was a light of dawn, a small grass, the only alternative life they saw except for the poppy.

This made them cry, but there was still a glimmer of hope after all, and at this moment, this little grass was the whole meaning of their lives.

They squeezed out a trace of liliang from their bodies, crawled over with all their strength, and touched the grass with their own hands.

It's a very ordinary grass, even a little yellow. But it is not ordinary, because there are small bumps on the root nodules of the grass, and there is sweet grass juice in them.

These little knots are universes, universes, maybe it's as simple as that.

They ate the grass and had the liliang that stood up again. They started their journey again, kept going, then got down, and then found a trace of energy, and went forward again, and it became a ring.

The ring of reincarnation, the ring of fate, the ring of all meanings.

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I don't know how many epochs later, this ring is broken, and what should disappear will always disappear, and they don't have the liliang to stand up again.

Zhu Xian passed away, the master passed away, Zhou Sheng looked at the sky, and then passed away silently, just like coming silently.

Come and go gently, without taking away a trace of clouds.

Everything will be buried~~

Flowers bloom on the other side~~

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(End of volume)

PS: Chapter 3 to.

The writing is a little unsmooth, the jam is very serious, I can't make it up in my head, and my brain is about to run out.

Tonight, it's badly written.

Maybe the storyline is developing a little faster, but I really don't want to repeat the rhythm of digging around for treasures, it's boring, it's really boring, it's not interesting at all, it's really not interesting at all.

Of course, the story won't end like this, and this is where to fight, although I haven't thought about the next layout yet, but I'll think about it carefully, and there are still holes that haven't been filled.

This is just the beginning, just over 500,000 words, and I'm going to write 1.8 million words.

Hope support, ask for collection. (To be continued......)