In the thatched house, a table, a chair, a bedroom, and nothing else. The thatched hut wasn't big, but it looked too empty at the moment.

Si Dao sat down at the table, picked up the bowl of yellow rice, and ate it quickly.

Of course, this yellow rice is not ordinary rice, but a fairy valley.

When Si Dao finished eating the yellow rice, a wave of tiredness welled up in his heart. Since cultivating immortals, he had never felt so sleepy.

But now, he only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier. He subconsciously got up and lay down on the couch. These actions do not seem to be of his will, but out of a calling.

Then, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to blur.

He began to forget who he was and his identity as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. However, what he did not forget was the blue planet.

Yes, he didn't forget that he came to this world of immortal cultivation from the Blue Planet.

As soon as he thought of this, his consciousness regained, and in an instant, he opened his eyes.

What you see in front of you is not the thatched house, but a vast and infinite white space. He stood in the space out of thin air.

Si Dao is no stranger to the environment here. At the time of Mowen, in the Hehuan Wenyuan Pavilion, its spatial environment was as vast and boundless as it is now.

Before he could think too much, a wisp of music sounded, like the wind, and drilled into his heart.

The sound is so pure, and the timing of its appearance is so perfect, there is a hint of surprise, and more of a smoothness. Yes, when this rhythm appeared, Si Dao didn't feel any surprise, he just felt that this sound should have been in this world.

No, there was no sound in this heaven and earth, and it was not until this sound appeared that the world had sound and gave birth to music.

Once this sound is generated, it never stops, it is long and meandering. Every tactfulness is perfect, and it cannot be reduced by one more point, nor can it be accelerated by one point.

Anyone, no matter whether they are noble or low, no matter their background, no matter their personality, no matter their past, whether they are proficient in music or not, whether they understand the value of art or not, the moment they hear this melody, they will sincerely feel one word - beauty!

What is beautiful is always beautiful!

No, even birds and beasts, even flowers and plants, even lifeless dead wood and stones, will surely be moved by this rhythm.

This rhythm is not perceived by hearing, but by the heart and soul. Heaven and earth seem to be one with this rhythm, so harmonious, so perfect.

When he heard this rhythm, Si Dao understood one thing, it turned out that the world he originally perceived was incomplete.

The next moment, the drums and the piano appeared, still so perfect, every moment was impossible to miss. Multiple notes appear, combined together, and intertwined with each other, such as Tai Chi, one life two, two life three, three life all things, deducing tens of millions of different mysteries.

He had listened to countless songs on the Blue Planet, but he had never heard such extreme beauty. At this moment, Si Dao was completely immersed in this rhythm. No one can refuse such beauty.

Then, someone hugged him from behind.

It was the familiar fragrance of plum blossoms, it was the familiar soft body, Si Dao turned around and saw He Miluo.

At this moment, Si Dao felt unparalleled happiness. He couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and he couldn't tell whether the Homulo in front of him was real or fake.

Homilo looked at him straight as before. Her eyes were so charming, he was fascinated by them in the first place.

She approached him, lips touching.

He subconsciously hugged her, only to find that she had disappeared.

Then, a soft groan appeared. This chant is so pleasant and pleasant, it is low at first, then it gets higher and higher, very high, but it is not harsh at all, but there is a refreshing feeling of confusion and empowerment.

As the prelude unfolds, this white space also changes.

A dot appears in front of you, then grows larger and turns into a seed. The seeds germinate and grow branches. The tip of the branch blooms, and a beautiful blue flower appears. Immediately after that, more and more flowers filled the world.

The butterfly appeared out of nowhere, and then the butterfly grew larger, took on a human form, and took on the form of a fairy.

The moon appears above, and the fairy dances and flies to the moon.

Everything, every detail and action is breathtakingly beautiful. Si Dao had never seen such a beautiful scene.

This is no longer art, but truth, and only truth can be so perfectly integrated with the soul.

Strangely, it's all so good. Si Dao shed tears.

For some reason, Si Dao actually shed tears. He didn't know why he was crying, but the lacrimal glands were a little sour, but the tears kept flowing out.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he seems to have seen a saint. The fairy singing on the moon seems to be the Holy Maiden of Acacia.

The sound of that song was supposed to be moving, it was supposed to bring people happiness and comfort, but Si Dao was so uncomfortable.

He felt an inexplicable heartache. Then, he thought of Homulo, of the relationship between himself and Homulo, of the relationship that was destined to be separated.

Such thoughts are infinitely magnified. Si Dao only felt that everything was not important, life was not important, death was not important, only that trace of sorrow was worth caring about.

"Mulo, where are you?" said Si Dao subconsciously. Tears had completely wet his cheeks.

Then, it seemed to follow Si Dao's inner thoughts. Homulo reappeared in front of him.

This time, the other party is the real He Muluo, not the phantom just now. Because Si Dao felt the other party's emotions - apologies, more love, strong love.

"Don't leave me, okay? Don't leave me for spiritual cultivation, okay?" Si Dao pleaded.

Under the influence of Xianyin, Si Dao no longer restrained his inner emotions, and his thinking became straightforward.

He finally said it. All the time, he buried this sentence in his heart. He always felt that he could not be a burden to Homulo. He always felt that since Homulo's world was not only about love, then he should fulfill her.

But, love is selfish. So, he pleaded with Homulo, full of apologies, but ignored anything else.

Then, the anticipation slowly turned into loss, and the feverish brain slowly regained its composure.

Si Dao looked at He Miolo. He Muluo was silent, silent and weeping. She was also miserable, and she was unwilling to make that choice. In other words, she made a firm choice, but she still felt heartache.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have asked. ”

After speaking, Si Dao felt very tired.

The surrounding environment began to blur, and the space began to repel the priest and began to expel the priest.

The journey of fairy sound has just begun, but at this moment, Si Dao has no way to continue to appreciate it.

His heart was in turmoil. If this continues, his Dao heart will be completely destroyed.

"You go out first. When it's over, I'll go look for you. He Muluo hugged Si Dao and said softly.

She's a musician and she needs to stay here.