The morning light is faint, and the first rays of morning light rise from the east. In an instant, www.biquge.info the darkness faded, and the golden morning light lit countless torches on the earth, dispelling the night from east to west.

The morning mist is stained with a faint gold, and the cold of early spring and the dew of the night begin to subside. Pale golden smoke shrouded the green mountains, and the aura was dense, like a fairyland.

The glow crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and sprinkled down in a mountain pool. The mountain pool is extremely clear, and the bottom is almost visible, and the swimming fish seem to be swimming in the air. The sunlight sprinkled at the bottom of the pool through the layers of water, forming a swaying halo of light, illuminating the bottom of the pool and the people at the bottom of the pool.

It was a young man, wearing a slim sword robe, the sword robe was white, with ink-colored threads patterned, the chest was embroidered with freehand mountains, and the corners and hem were embroidered with sword patterns. The young man looks handsome, with red lips and white teeth, eyebrows like folding swords, and a handsome man unique to a young man. The young man lay beside him a sword with a cold light, and dozens of silver-white stars were scattered on the sword, and under the light of the water, bursts of starlight flashed from time to time.

I don't know how long later, the boy suddenly opened his eyes. At first, his gaze was a little confused, but the next moment it suddenly condensed. He stepped a little down, lightning-bolted off the spot, and then paused again.

"What's going on?" Song Mingting looked down at his hands, which were obviously not his hands. Not only that, but he also found that his cultivation had become extremely weak, almost nothing. But it's not without good discoveries, at least the dark disease on his body has disappeared together.

Soon, Song Mingting realized that this was his hand, but it was not the hand that had been weathered in adulthood, but the hand when he had not experienced hardship in his youth.

What's going on?

Am I reincarnated? Song Mingting quickly and calmly analyzed in his heart, and at the same time began to look at the surrounding environment.

It was impossible not to die, and with the power of the backwater sword to self-detonate, it was impossible for him to escape when he was so close to the backwater sword. Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he narrowly escaped the power of the backwater sword's self-explosion, he would not be able to survive. Because the backwater sword is his natal flying sword, his life is handed over, and after the backwater sword self-destructs, it means that he also self-destructs, so he has no chance of surviving.

Since there is no possibility of escaping the catastrophe, but he is indeed alive now, it can only be reincarnation. But Song Mingting immediately denied his speculation: No, I am not reincarnated.

Because Song Mingting realized that this was his original body. Moreover, although there is indeed a theory of reincarnation in the world, and there are indeed people who keep their true spirits alive in reincarnation, so as to awaken the memory of their past lives after reincarnation. But this is obviously not the case, because if he is reincarnated, he should have memories of this life, but now, he does not have the slightest memory of this life in his mind.

"Besides, I don't have a chance to be reincarnated. Song Mingting suddenly let out a soft sigh in his heart. Because the self-detonation sword destroyed not only his body, but also his primordial spirit. In other words, in that self-explosion, he was already in shape, and he didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

After denying the possibility of reincarnation, Song Mingting immediately thought of the second possibility.

It is also possible that although he had the idea of dying together at that time, he did not think of taking it away at all, but what if he was lucky enough to survive a wisp of remnant soul in that explosion?

However, as soon as this thought appeared, it was suppressed by Song Mingting.

Not to mention that self-explosion is the most ruthless method in the world, there is no turning back arrow when you open the bow, and there is no possibility of surviving a wisp of remnant soul. Even if this unprecedented thing really happened, he didn't feel right now. Because it is someone else's body that is taken away, and after all, it is someone else's body, even if it is in harmony with one's own soul, it cannot be compared to the original body, and there will definitely be some obstacles.

But now that he is moving his body, he does not have any sense of stagnation at all, and it is obviously not a reluctance. In addition, if it was a remnant soul, his memory should be incomplete, and his thinking should be chaotic, but now, his thinking is obviously clear, and his memory is even more complete, and what happened in the previous hundreds of years is vivid, which is something that the remnant soul cannot do.

Song Mingting quickly thought about his current situation. Don't look at him thinking so much, in fact, the outside world has only passed a breath of time.

While thinking in his heart, Song Mingting made a move with his hand and collected the long sword lying on the side into his hand: This is the Cold Star Sword, which was given to him by his master when he was fifteen years old, after his cultivation reached the stage of enlightenment. If it was reincarnation or seizure, it would be absolutely impossible for the Cold Star Sword to appear by his side.

Song Mingting's heart was like electricity, and after a few breaths, he suddenly couldn't stop trembling, because he thought of a possibility, and this possibility made his heart lake, which had been dead for many years, miraculously ripple again.

Could it be - I'm born again?!

After denying the possibility of reincarnation and taking relinquishment, he suddenly remembered the book he had read in his spare time as a teenager. In those scripts, many of them are told about the story of the protagonist who encounters a great revenge of life and death, and suddenly reborn to take revenge after drinking hatred. Such a rebirth is not a reincarnation, but a real rebirth.

Isn't his current situation exactly the same as in the script?

No, it can't be. However, before he could be fully excited, he poured himself a basin of cold water first.

Because Song Mingting quickly realized that this was impossible - when he was young and ignorant, he might still have such fantasies, but now, he would definitely not have such naïve thoughts again.

Because as the higher the realm, the deeper the cultivation, he now fully understood how impossible it was to be "reborn".

To do this, it is necessary to erase all the causes and effects in between, and it is simply inconceivable that there are thousands of lives in one realm, and how huge the causes and effects formed by these immeasurable beings are. As for reversing this huge cause and effect by oneself, it is even more impossible! Because this is tantamount to fighting against all the past, present, and future beings in this world, and even the world itself! This is something that even immortals cannot do!

So there is no such thing as being born again.

In an instant, Song Mingting's heart fell into dead silence again. However, at this moment, his gaze suddenly swept to a pile of debris.

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