Nebula lifted his feet slightly, and walked towards the trapped beast in the depths of the flames, as if in resonance, in this mournful roar, Nebula heard his own sorrow.

Gently floating in front of the trapped beast, everything here finally appeared in front of the nebula: there was still only sea blue and red, the only difference was that the flames here were more brilliant, like propellers, rising layer by layer, looking like a cage. The trapped beast is a flame—a three-legged golden crow in the shape of a golden flame. At this time, the three-legged golden crow had exhausted all the strength of his life, his wings hung weakly on the lake, and his blank eyes were only endless emptiness, and he could not see any brilliance of wisdom and life.

The empty eyes saw nothing but emptiness and loneliness, the cage of flames that trapped all the dreams he had ever had. It looks like an old man standing in front of the dark abyss, on crutches, and his eyes can only see the darkness in the abyss. Behind him is the most beautiful spring, with birds singing and flowers, insects chirping pleasantly, and thriving. However, he can't turn back, maybe he once had that kind of beauty, but now he only has emptiness in his eyes, for fear that when he turns around, such beauty will become empty.

In the long run, the "old man" was left with emptiness in his eyes, and all the light belonging to wisdom lost color in his eyes, and what he saw through the abyss was still the abyss, and turning his head to look at the prosperous world became an illusion of luxury. He forgot that he existed, that he was here, that he had to look at such darkness, that the shackles under his feet were like layers of cages, turning him into a blank sheet of paper, like a newborn baby, but there was no novelty in his eyes for the baby to see the world, only an endless emptiness.

Nebula took two steps back, fell on top of the lake, and stared at the three-legged golden crow's eyes tightly, this empty gaze deeply shocked Nebula's heart. Nebula doesn't know, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters need to go through, how many annual rings need to pass, and how many vicissitudes of life need to go through before they can wipe out the eyes of these three-legged golden crows to such emptiness?

"Ten thousand years of vicissitudes to the void, the reincarnation of heaven to freedom, millions of years of fingers, forgetting the self of the soul, leaving an empty heart, still clinging to the last freedom. After a long time, Xingyun came to his senses, and through such eyes, he saw an unparalleled attachment, a dedication to freedom, and he had been persisting for thousands of years, even if his heart became empty, there was still a little starlight yearning for the world.

Nebula looked at the three-legged golden crow in front of him, and the three-legged golden crow was also looking at him. Nebula was deeply shocked by these eyes, and the three-legged golden crow was very puzzled by the arrival of Nebula, is there such a thing in this world?

Nebula gently placed his right hand on the head of the three-legged golden crow, and his eyes touched, as if he had entered the world of the three-legged golden crow.

"A thought of the sea is born, a thought of heaven and earth is destroyed, you came from the primeval times, but the light of your eyes was washed away in the reverse current of time, leaving only the emptiness of the present. What you hate, what you love, are all worn out by this eternal seal, so much so that you forget whether it is this seal or yourself that traps you! The obliterated consciousness sees this cage and habitually thinks that it is a seal, but it does not know that the seal has long been broken in the crushing of the annual rings, and the cage that traps you is unintentionally built by your consciousness! The seal makes you lose yourself, and finally seals yourself, and you will never be able to get out of this narrow cage. ”

The moment Nebula came into contact with the three-legged golden crow, it seemed to become a wanderer of time, wandering down from the primeval period, experiencing every step of the three-legged golden crow to the present, the memories of time came flooding back, he lost himself several times, almost became a puppet of time, and became the same as the three-legged golden crow in front of him, sealed to self-sealing, and could never get out of this cage, his eyes only had this empty world.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the original, where is the dust? I have experienced what you have experienced, and now you and I are one and the same as consciousness. If it weren't for the trust of my best friend who pulled me at the last moment, I'm afraid I would have been lost in the turbulence of this world like you, and become an empty shell. Since you and I have the same consciousness, let me give you new wisdom and consciousness, and fly out of this cage that binds your heart with me!"

Xingyun said, he has experienced the experience of the three-legged golden crow, this is not the loneliness of the years that ordinary people can bear, if it weren't for the nostalgia for this world, if it weren't for the hackers and white guests that Jun Mo handed over to him to knock himself out of this turbulence, he should have been like the three-legged golden crow in front of him, forever trapped by the cage he had established, his eyes were dim, only the dead silence of nothingness. Despite this, his eyes are still full of the vicissitudes of time, and all the blood seems to have been smoothed out, so to speak, in this short time of travel, Nebula has grown and gained spiritual growth.

"You have been clinging to freedom for tens of thousands of years, and all wisdom has been erased by this cage in the vicissitudes of time, you don't know what you are, what you are pursuing, and why you exist! ”

Xingyun smiled, the true qi condensed in the palm of his hand formed his appearance, and slowly sank into the mind of the three-legged golden crow, the dead and silent heart of the three-legged golden crow seemed to have been reborn, under the guidance and call of the nebula, it began to beat again, like a newborn, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes were slowly replaced by surprise.

At the same time, layer after layer of cages dissipated like withered flowers. Above the lake, golden flames burned brightly, converging in one direction, and a round of tomorrow illuminated the place. At the bottom of the lake, in the gloomy corners of the dense forest, the sun suddenly breaks into the brilliance of the sun, the old trees sprout new buds, a hundred flowers bloom, and the freshness of nature permeates out, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Because of the appearance of tomorrow, the lake quietly disappears, and the original appearance of the forest is completely revealed in the eyes of Nebula. The oppressive silence was swept away in this brilliance, and the truly vibrant primeval forest appeared here again. Feeling the warmth, the Meteor Star Sea Beast that was napping hurriedly stretched its waist comfortably, changed its momentum, and continued to enjoy such a leisurely time.

"Fire is gold, gold is wood, and wood is reborn after fire. The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again! I see!" Nebula smiled and shook his head, as if he had seen through the essence of all this and reached the other side of the truth.