Compared with the frequent activities of the four sects, the side of the Afterlife Sect seems to be calm, as if it is a hermit master who is beyond the world, without any news, and many times it will be subconsciously forgotten by people.

Sect of the Afterlife, Refining Pavilion.

Cao Luo has grown up very quickly in this year, and his cultivation is also making rapid progress every day, as long as he is free, he will lock himself in the clean room and comprehend the mysterious tempering method.

Without anyone's guidance, Cao Luo really realized something, which made him begin to move closer to the direction of the golden light unsullied body.

Elder Darkfire saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, but Elder Darkfire didn't stop it, because he knew that he, the little apprentice who hurt him the most, would one day leave his shelter and soar alone.

So he had to act as if he didn't see it, and let Cao Luo toss it by himself.

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Elder Chen, who lived alone in the extinct volcano, was also the same as before, except for eating and sleeping, he kept staring at the tomb of the ink evil.

Watching the leaf grow stronger day by day, from the hair-thick branch when I first saw it, to the small sapling that now has the thickness of an arm, my eyes are full of hope.

He thought from the bottom of his heart that Mo Xie was not dead, he was just sleeping, and maybe when the little sapling blossomed and fruited, he would wake up.

Every day, Elder Chen thinks so, and he firmly believes it, and he believes it very much.

"Hurry, hurry, soon to arrive. ”

Elder Chen looked at the saplings on the grave bag and said hopefully.

At the same time, in this year, in this originally dark and dead space, tender grass also grew little by little, and finally spread the entire volcanic space, making it have a kind of dark painting style fairyland.

Cao Luo would sometimes come over to replenish Elder Chen's supplies, and when he saw this scene at that time, he was also stunned, but he didn't think about other places, he simply thought that this soil had just been nourished by the blood of the Ink Evil and became fertile.

After watching it for a long time, I am not so surprised.

Sometimes, he would also drink and chat with Elder Chen, chatting about the past when the ink evil was still there, chatting about what if, if that, if in case, if possible.

But it was all along with Elder Chen, because he was talking about some other Elder Chen

He dozes off, and many times he falls asleep halfway through the chatter.

With an old man who is very old, it is both pitiful and admirable.

Another half a year passed.

The saplings have grown taller and thicker, and the branches that stretch out are the same as the main trunk of half a year ago, and the green leaves exude a strong vitality, giving people a sense of vitality.

But no one noticed that the ice coffin under the grave was melting little by little, and the water vapor was dripping down the lid of the ice coffin on the ink evil, and the hole above the head was slowly healing.

From the hole, you can clearly see a deep purple mist flowing slowly.

And an ice-blue butterfly was nestled in front of his chest, its beautiful wings flickering and undulating.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I going to do?"

The ink evil floated in the dark space, his eyes full of confusion, like an amnesiac person, drifting aimlessly, with no goal and no direction.

He only felt that his brain was blank, he couldn't remember anything, and sometimes, he clung to his heart in pain, felt his heartbeat, and kept asking who he really was and what he should do now.

But the end result is just a slow heartbeat.

He couldn't feel the passage of time in the darkness, and he didn't know that a year and a half had passed in the outside world.

He kept walking, walking and walking, until one day he came across a purple silk thread, which was particularly clear in the dark space, and could be seen from a long distance, extending into the depths of darkness.

"What a familiar feeling......"

Mo Xie looked at the silk thread, and for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it before.

“...........”

Then he began to move along the purple line, and with the goal in mind, his speed naturally increased, and at the same time, a sense of longing began to spring up in his empty heart.

He longed to know what the end of this thread was, he wanted to know his share, the meaning of existence, and he felt that he would definitely get the answer.

I walked for a long time, so long that time began to blur.

The purple thread slowly entered his body as he advanced, and the color deepened as it deepened, gradually turning red, and then from red to current.

At the same time, he also felt a very strange feeling, as if his heart was stuffed with something, heavy.

"Are these threads guiding me, and what do they have to do with me?"

With this doubt in mind, the ink demon continued to move forward, and the lines that guided the path continued to change.

From the previous current-like curve, it gradually flattened, and the surface was rough like the bark of a tree, and then from the bark to blood vessels, until finally the lines disappeared.

In its place was a knife with a delicately shaped butterfly falling from the hilt.

Behind it were a lot of people, men and women, old and young, roughly looking at tens of thousands of people, densely packed with a large area.

They all looked at Mo Xie with warm smiles on their faces, and some children jumped up to him, grabbed his hand, and led them into the crowd.

Mo Xie followed the child to the crowd in a daze, and just as he wanted to ask something, the group of people laughed and shook their heads, and then brought him to the long knife, motioning for him to pick up the long knife.

Mo Xie looked at it for a long time, and there was a bang in his mind, like thunder in the sky, rising from the ground.

I don't know why, at this moment, his heart was sour, and he wanted to cry very much, but the tears couldn't be accumulated, and it was very uncomfortable to hold it in his heart.

He slowly raised his hands, grasped the hilt of the knife with one hand, and carefully picked up the butterfly with the other.

Suddenly, the entire space shook suddenly, and then the shadows of the group of people gradually blurred, and the space began to shatter like a mirror, falling and disappearing one by one, and with the group of people, they disappeared.

Mo Xie stretched out his hand to keep them, but they just waved goodbye to him, and the children standing in front of him were smiling very sweetly, very sweet, with joy in their black and white eyes, and he was extremely sad to see it.

"Ah!!!!!!!h

But he couldn't cry, so he could only yell loudly, trying to vent what was holding in his heart in this way.

Immediately afterward, streams of memories rushed into his blank mind, drowning his whole person in it.