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The boundless darkness covered Han Shi's eyes, and also covered the last ray of sunlight, in this darkness, Han Shi sat cross-legged, fell into silence, everything that happened not long ago, the love with Qingmei, the righteousness of Dao Zhou, the battle with the Heavenly Dao, and his own thoughts, all seemed to be in the moment when the darkness flooded the world, gradually moving away.

He could feel that the darkness around him was not just a lack of light, but that the darkness was attached to his body, slowly precipitating from every inch of his skin, and being sucked into his body.

This process is not fast, but it maintains a constant speed, and all his supernatural powers and thoughts cannot stop the invasion of this black.

Han Shi quietly looked at the flower in his hand and smiled, although, he didn't ...... anything Can not see.

As early as when Xu Shan said "green, tribulation", he knew that this day would eventually come.

This is Qingmei's calamity, and Qingmei is his calamity, the karmic entanglement between the two makes them doomed, because Qingmei is fateful, because Qingsheng is calamity!

No one can see that his body is already full of holes, like ashes in the wind, and the previous calm is just a remnant of sparks that struggle not to be extinguished, and he does not want to fall in front of Qingmei at the final parting.

He would rather leave with a smile in the shattered shattered that was on the verge of collapse.

Han Shi is the mountain of Qingmei, even if the whole heaven and earth stand on the opposite side of them, he will not fall.

He didn't fall, he was just engulfed in darkness!

Han Shi's gaze, through the flowers on the other side, in the darkness, looking towards infinity, what he saw, gradually, was no longer darkness, but "nothing", or "emptiness".

In this earthly world, the darkest time is often before the dawn, but it is precisely because the dawn is coming that it is even darker.

Just as the whiter the paper, the blacker the ink.

It's just that if there is no white in this world, then there is still black?

Suddenly, he remembered the word, white, black, or empty?

Is this black, still black?

In the deathly silence, there were still some subtle sounds that came into Han Shi's ears, which were the sound of blood flowing, five internal organs squirming, and heart beating.

However, the darkness gradually disappeared into his ears, making these sounds gradually fade in his ears, and finally disappeared like the last ripple on the water surface, making the whole water surface as calm as a mirror.

Time passed slowly, and Han Shizhou's body was like condensing ink, and he no longer had half of his life.

There was no color in front of him, and he didn't know if he was looking, or was he not looking?

In his ears, there is no voice, he can't hear his own existence, he doesn't know himself, is he alive or dead?

The tip of his nose has no breath, he can't smell the flowers of life, where is he? Where is he going?

His tongue has no taste, and in this darkness, what difference is there between being drunk and not being drunk?

His flesh had no sense of touch, and he didn't know if he was still smiling, twisting the flower on the other side?

Han Shi's sensory perception, in the precipitation of darkness, fell into silence.

Now all that remains is the memories of his life, which are Han Shi's only dependence in the dark.

The scenes of the past record Han Shi's process from a child who learned to speak step by step to the current cultivation process, which is the most precious thing for Han Shi, and he would rather die than give up.

Among them, it contains Han Shi's love and righteousness, love and hate, kindness and resentment, giving and gaining.

There, there is his Dao heart, and there is the greatest secret of the Dao.

There, there are fathers and mothers, Qingmei, Mr. Xuanyuan, masters, Daozhou Qingniu, Hanjia Village, Xuanyangmen, Qilongyu, abandoned places, god operators, and everything he can't let go.

It's just that familiar faces gradually become unfamiliar, and then, engulfed in darkness.

Han Shi's memory, under the erosion of darkness, became fragmented, and he only had a vague impression of many things.

Among them, there is no cause and no effect.

Those figures that appeared in his memory brought him more and more strangeness, and even so, even the figures of these strangers gradually decreased.

Under the smoke, Han Shi looked at an old man with a cigarette pouch and pot, his eyes were kind, and he looked at him quietly, the old man's face revealed an instinctive familiarity, but he couldn't remember who this old man was.

In the valley, Han Shi saw a woman in white, her eyes were like water, and her eyes were facing him, and his heart trembled, as if he had traveled through the ages, but he couldn't remember who this woman in white was.

On the mountain road, Han Shi saw that a blue calf walked in front of him, and there was a butterfly on the horns of the green cow.

On the top of the high mountain, Han Shi saw that an old man was standing in front of the Dan furnace, and with a slight call, the scattered and fleeing streamers were taken into his hands, the old man turned around, looked at him and nodded slightly, in his eyes, with encouragement, his heart was hot, but he couldn't remember who the old man was.

One by one, figures walked in front of Han Shi, among them, there was a young man in black with a cold breath, a man with a big knife in his hand, an elegant middle-aged scribe, an emperor with a mantra, and many, many more, all of them had a faint sense of familiarity, but no matter how they thought about it, Han Shi couldn't remember who these people were?

Since this is the case, Han Shi doesn't think about it, he just wants to immerse himself in it, watch them come and go, in it, he seems to be able to find a faint warmth in this boundless darkness.

Although he doesn't remember who said it, Han Shi still remembers a sentence that a name can be named, but not a constant name.

In the darkness, he seemed to realize that these people, after he forgot their names, after he forgot the cause and effect, who are these people?

Without names, does Han Shi no longer know them?

Han Shi knew them, was it just the names that he had forgotten?

In the end, is it their name, or is it their person?

What is the name?

Han Shi's memory is like an ink painting, and the ink on it, the outline on a blank piece of paper, constitutes the landscape of his life.

Among them, there are brilliant and bleak, but it is precisely because of the gloom that those glories are set off, and when you look at it, it is a splendor that ordinary people can hardly reach.

It's just that now, drops of heavy ink continue to drip on the painting, covering up the picture of pain and joy, and every drop of ink will spread over a large area and swallow the picture.

It's like falling into the sea of ink, and there are only scattered pictures left on the picture, like isolated islands, which have long been connected to each other.

On this isolated island, there are figures who are reluctant to leave, their past is deeply engraved in Han Shi's memory, but as time passes, the faces of these people gradually become blurred, and finally, one by one, they disappear into the darkness.

The last one to leave was the woman in white who had appeared countless times, whether she came or went, she looked at him with a gentle smile.

In that gaze, Han Shi saw eternity.

With the departure of the woman in white, Han Shi's entire memory picture was completely annihilated, his past, his Dao heart, his affection, and his persistence all disappeared with the disappearance of that memory.

There is no black and white, no love and hate, no good and evil, no sorrow and joy, no warmth and cold, no distance and near, no disappointment and hope.

In the end, the forgetfulness and remembrance are gradually lost.

There was only one piece of emptiness left, and eventually, even this piece of emptiness gradually faded away!

This is the ultimate artistic conception of withering, losing the artistic conception of another pole of glory, there will be no reincarnation, falling into this withered extreme without reincarnation, this is the most severe test before the artistic conception of Han Shi's reincarnation of withered glory really reaches the great perfection.

This is a situation that is deeper and more helpless than death, and if you can't get out, you can only get rid of it in this boundless darkness, silent until eternity, and only when the time comes, and the day when you die, can you get rid of it.

This most extreme and incredible way of grinding, between heaven and earth, except for Han Shi, do not think secondly.

When cultivating their artistic conception, many monks will deliberately avoid confrontation with the Heavenly Dao, and instead experience themselves within the scope permitted by the Heavenly Dao, so that even if their artistic conception cannot reach the peak, it is better that there will be no danger to their lives, so that there is a possibility of long-term planning.

It's just that this kind of cultivation, as Han Shi said, no matter how strong the cultivation is, it will inevitably become a pawn of the Heavenly Dao in the end, and the life of his life will always be shrouded in a shadow.

People can die, but the choice of how to die must be held in their own hands.

In the void, Han Shi's body has turned into a cloud of darkness that cannot be seen, in his hand, there is still the flower on the other side, in front of him, a green candle, fireworks swaying in this nothingness, like the struggle of life, but the endless darkness around him is like a violent storm, making the tenacious green flame have signs of weakness.

Suddenly, a black that was deeper than nothingness rushed straight up from under the blue candle, and the momentum of the flutter immediately caused the flame of the blue candle to sway several times, and then at a certain moment...... Extinguish.

This black, the name is black!

At the beginning of the birth of the green candle, the boundless darkness that shrouded the sky was dispelled by the green candle, leaving only this trace of black under the lamp, which has always been the most inconspicuous place under the blue candle for so many years, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

At this moment, this darkness finally extinguished the green candle completely, and avenged the revenge of the year.

The extinguishing of the blue candle made the last trace of light in Han Shi's body disappear, and he seemed to turn into a speck of dust floating in the endless void.

A faint cyan ripple burst open at the moment when the candle flame was extinguished, spreading in all directions, this blue ripple was extremely light, but it disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Han Shi's body, at the moment when the candle flame was extinguished, began from the center of his eyebrows...... Petrifaction.

In the darkness, a black stone in the shape of a human, sitting quietly in the void, at the tip of his finger, pinching a gray flower, and in front of the stone, there was a extinguished candle.

This scene was shrouded in the darkness that cut off everything, and no one saw it.

In this boundless darkness, there is a source of power that everyone can see, but cannot reach the depths.

This source is immortal and is called ...... Too silent!