The time spent walking on the snowfield seems endless.

That wooden house, from itself, has an infinite distance.

Yi Xiao didn't know how long she had to go.

His Dao heart seemed to be calm, but in fact it was chaotic, and the turmoil over the soul sea had already aroused an ominous premonition in his heart.

What's really going on out there?

Yi Xiao shook her head, wanting to get rid of these distracting thoughts and completely clear them from her mind.

In my mind, there is always a purple light and shadow, like a confusing flame, burning faintly and steadily.

The more you want to forget.

The more you can't forget.

The purple light and shadow became clearer and clearer.

Like a butterfly.

Undulating in the heart lake, wanting to fly out of the lake, the fluttering wings were too heavy, so he fell down, Yi Xiao covered his forehead with both hands in pain, trying his best to keep the Dao heart stable.

All the mental methods stored in the lotus phase have long been forgotten, except for the "Sutra of Self-Forgetfulness", which has changed the most deeply to himself, one after another fragments of Sanskrit, back to the basics, flowing in the blood, blocked above the heart lake, like a thin layer of golden mist, one chain after another across the heart lake, blocking all the turmoil.

Ecstasy......

Ecstasy......

In the broken thoughts, the purple butterfly that was about to flash out and jump out of the surface of the heart lake, its wings touched the golden chain of the "Forgetfulness Sutra", the place of contact thundered, and a violent crackling sound sounded, the purple butterfly struggled in pain, its wings were shattered by the thunder, the blood vaporized, and the golden mist was filled with scarlet.

It fell completely.

The butterfly gave up all struggles.

In Yi Xiao's mind, the purple light and shadow became blurred and dimmed.

"She" can no longer affect her state of mind.

Wait...... "her"?

Yi Xiao was a little confused, the purple shadow in the heart lake was soaked in the clear lake water, the purple clothes rolled up, but the body fell downward.

It was a figure.

Yi Xiao wanted to reach out and grab her hand, but the golden chain roared, staggered and spread, and the thunder was dense.

Back to reality in an instant.

Flash of thunder –

Yi Xiao opened her eyes, her fingertips bounced off violently because of the severe pain, and the whole person fell backwards and sat on the heavy snow.

The thunder light that penetrated the earth did not disappear until this moment, and the daylight of the whole world suddenly broke away, and the small hall sat down on the ground, with both hands on the ground, and the outstretched hand, the tip of the index finger had a faint burnt taste, the skin and flesh were open, and the blood had been burned away by the high temperature.

In front of his eyes, the white thunder light was still suspended on the sight net.

After slowly disappearing, a shadow appeared in front of me.

One lay in front of him, tall enough for the raging snow to not fall into the shadows in front of him.

It's the shadow of a wooden house.

Myself...... When did you get here?

Is it time to forget yourself?

Still is?

In the heart lake, painful memories are about to emerge, and the sound of chains ringing loudly resounds.

Yi Xiao stood up again.

He looked at the wooden house, and stood under the shadow, all the wind and snow, all the hustle and bustle, seemed to be far away from him.

The door of the wooden house was tightly closed, and the handle on the door still had a jumping thunder light, and a faint smell of blood.

Yi Xiao stretched out her hand again.

There was a voice, slowly echoing in the shaking symphony of the chains of the heart lake.

"You crave ...... Strength?"

His Highness stopped the hand that was about to push the hut open.

His fingers hovered over the doorknob, a leap of thunder flickered, and the sounds in the cabin paused slightly.

"I think you know me. ”

There was a hint of hoarseness, tiredness, and old age in the voice.

He whispered, "I know all your thoughts, all your motives...... Soon you will know that I am not lying. ”

After Yi Xiao heard the voice, he didn't speak, but looked at the wooden house in silence, and the thick darkness overflowed through the crack in the window, spreading out like a tide.

He stood behind the wooden house, and the whole snowfield no longer seemed to be the same as before.

Wisps of darkness, like long hair unloading hairpins, waterfalls spread out, fell to the ground, and spread around.

The wooden house is the center of the circle.

The world is like a night.

There was a sound of footsteps in the wooden house, Yi Xiao stood silently on the opposite side of the door, he could hear every step of the way, even the frequency, size, was so familiar.

And so the man came to his door.

He said, "You want to open this door and come into the house...... Take that sword, right?"

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

He didn't want to pay any more attention to the voice behind the door, and shook his five fingers down.

"Click".

Before Yi Xiao could move, the wooden door was opened by the person behind the door.

The pitch-black figure, leaning sideways, opened the door of the wooden house, and slowly stood on the opposite side of Yi Xiao, looking at each other.

Countless rays of lightning swirled between the cracks in the door.

Even if there is no substantial obstruction door, it still blocks the contact between the two people.

Yi Xiao looked at the other end of the door.

The lotus robe that flew out from a corner crossed the boundary of the door, and was cut by the thunder light, cutting into nothingness.

At the end of the door, there was a young man in a withered lotus robe, his eyes were tired, depressed, and painful, and he was deeply sunk down, and when he laughed, his skin and flesh were pulled, and he did not look handsome, but like a walking corpse.

On his wrist, a white scarf was tied.

Yi Xiao was silent and did not speak.

"The reason why I know you...... It's because I'm you. ”

"Or rather, I'm the 'last you'. ”

The thin man at the end of the door said softly: "I forgot everything, arrived at the wooden house, and wanted to pick up the sword and break through the soul sea......"

He smiled suddenly, and countless darkness overflowed from under the lotus robe.

He is the center of all the darkness of the world.

The flesh dwells in the darkest coffin in the world.

"You, I...... We. ”

The thin man said softly: "It's the 'key', there is no door that can stop us." ”

"If you don't wake up in time, you'll be immersed in selflessness and push the hut open without hindrance...... Then it's too late. ”

Yi Xiao stood in front of the door, and when he saw his thin self, he gently turned back at the end of the door.

The room was dark, and the rich tide dispersed.

One lotus coat after another, stacked up, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, I don't know how many people died.

"It's hard to wake up. ”

"It's harder to wake up and get the next 'self' to arrive and not push open the door. ”

The thin "Little Highness" smiled and grinned, "I did it." ”

He pointed to the door where the lightning flickered, and between the void, an invisible prohibition blocked the comers who wanted to push the door in.

Yi Xiao stood in front of the door, thinking silently, immersed in selfless consciousness, and before he knew it, he had arrived in front of this wooden house, if there was no thunder light......

So will he become "him" behind the door?

"He" smiled bitterly: "I don't have much time, there are some things I want to say to you, I know you don't believe me, but 'I'...... That's all I have to go, and if you keep going, I hope you can. ”

Pause.

"Hand over the sword. ”

The thin lotus clothes are young "Yi Xiao", holding on to the side of the door, the green tendons bulge, the strength of the whole body seems to have been exhausted, but the eyes are glowing.

"We are in darkness......"

"Believe that there is still a silver lining in the world. ”

"The ...... of the World's Beloved Things"

"It's not about exchanging it, it's about guarding it. ”

With every word, the lotus-clothed body of this door was poured forward, and the entire body of the thin "Little Highness" had already crossed the prohibition of thunder, and the violent thunder net between the doors bent outward and sunken, shrouding him with unscrupulous blows and jumps.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

The tide overflowing under the black robe, a pale one that was illuminated under the thunder, like blue sky and white smoke, curled up, and finally turned into nothingness.

The hand that crossed the thunder net stretched out towards Yi Xiao's shoulder in front of the door, as if it wanted to gently pat it gently, but in the end it could only dissipate weakly.

The thin "Little Highness" has a gentle and firm tone.

"Don't forget ......"

"Remember. Always remember. ”

Along with the whole lotus robe, it was reduced to ashes.

Scattered ashes.

The thunder is gone.

Yi Xiao stretched out her finger in a daze, wanting to touch the thunder net.

Someone fell to the ground.

Back to reality in an instant.

......

......

There was thunder above the sky.

The night was torn apart by thunder, and the earth turned white.

Yi Xiao opened her eyes.

The thunder that pierced the earth did not disappear until this moment, and the daylight of the whole world suddenly broke away.

In front of his eyes, the white thunder light was still suspended on the sight net.

After slowly disappearing, a shadow appeared in front of me.

The shadow of that wooden house.

Everything feels so familiar.

Yi Xiao lowered her head and looked at her fingers in disbelief, the hand that had just been stretched out, the tip of the index finger had a faint burnt taste, the skin was open, and the blood had been burned at high temperature.

The position in which you stumble.

The door to the hut had long since been reopened.

Everything is back to square one.

There is also a familiar voice.

"You crave ...... Strength?"

It's a pity that unlike before, after this voice, no one slowly walked and pushed open this dark door.

Inside the cabin, the voice smiled.

"Being able to wake up outside the door gives you the qualifications. ”

"A lot of people have come, and they've all come looking for 'this sword'. ”

"Before I open the door, I want to remind you ......"

"If you want a sword, you have to trade it for your loved one. ”

Inside, someone seemed to snap their fingers.

Yi Xiao, who was sitting on the ground, watched the darkness around him pull back into the wooden house and return.

The surrounding area became the snow field again.

The snow was falling.

A wooden house.

He saw a familiar figure.

The figure fell to the ground, its purple shirt scattered, messy, and its eyes confused, and inadvertently, painfully looking in its direction.

Wei Lingshan.

There was also a hideous Confucian who was gradually approaching her.

Chen Wanjuan.