NFBE Chapter 299 Ancient Memory
Chapter 299 Ancient Memory
As far as Lin Chuan could see, there were only nine huge stones, and the statues did not take on any specific shape.
But he still chose to go for an audience.
Compared to the inheritance of immortality, there are some things he wants to figure out more.
After leaving the space of the Sphere of All Living Beings, Lin Chuan walked in without looking back.
Powerful pressure permeated every corner of the world.
"The soul is back!"
"Soul is back!!"
The faint calling voice sounded again.
Lin Chuan heard that voice again, resonating with his soul, as if countless people were calling him, hoping for his return.
Ever since that time, Lin Chuan had a premonition in his heart.
There is a connection between one of my past lives and this ancient era.
He moved forward step by step.
After an unknown amount of time, the clouds parted and light appeared, and he saw nine huge rocks.
Huge stones stand in nine different colored areas.
The space there was completely different from the space where he was standing. They were separated from each other yet connected in a special way.
"According to the spirit of the Sphere of All Living Things, any genius who comes here can only see one statue, which corresponds to a certain path to becoming an immortal."
"Why am I so special?"
Lin Chuan could see nine huge stones, but no immortal statue appeared.
Does it mean there is no inheritance suitable for him?
Or is it all suitable?
"The soul is back~"
The ethereal voice still echoes in my ears.
Lin Chuan walked towards the boulder thoughtfully. When he touched the torn space, his body was pulled in uncontrollably.
Rumble!
The scene in front of me suddenly changed.
The nine huge stones disappeared, and he came to a very high mountain.
There is a splendid and magnificent world at the foot of the mountain.
He stood on the mountain, overlooking all living things.
On the other side of the sky, rolling darkness came like a tide, swallowing up the splendid world, shattering the mountains and rivers, and destroying all living things.
"Black mist!"
Lin Chuan was very familiar with that aura.
"I'm leaving."
A voice sounded in my ear.
Lin Chuan was startled and turned his head to look beside him. There was a blurry figure standing three feet away from him, wearing a helmet and armor, with a crisp voice. It was a woman.
"The breath of immortals."
The woman's aura has definitely reached the level of an immortal.
Even though it was just a blurry shadow, the feeling it gave to Lin Chuan was different from that given to many other great immortals.
"who are you?"
Lin Chuan asked.
The woman did not answer him. She jumped into that gorgeous world, but was soon submerged by the dark waves.
"Could it be that the scenes from the War of the Ancients are somehow reappearing?"
Lin Chuan thought.
The scene between heaven and earth changed again.
He came to another attic, which was a prayer pavilion with incense burning brightly.
There was a young Taoist priest sitting in the attic.
He held a whisk in one hand and a sword in the other. His face could not be seen clearly, but Lin Chuan could feel that he was smiling.
"I'm leaving."
He said the same thing as the female hero in armor.
After saying that, he walked out of the attic.
Outside the prayer attic, all kinds of people were kneeling on the ground praying, with a terrifying dark wave behind them.
The young Taoist priest passed by the praying beings and sank into the wave of darkness.
After a while, the scene changed again.
This time it was a desert.
The wind and sand rolled, and the dark waves roared.
There was a monk wearing a tattered robe and sitting on a black lotus platform. He was like a demon, and all Buddhists were afraid of him.
He is like a god, protecting the world with his life.
The scene changes again.
This time Lin Chuan came to a school.
The students were reciting the ancient Book of Songs under the instruction of an old man, shaking their heads.
"In the beginning, human beings are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."
The old man smiled kindly and walked out of the school where darkness was surging.
In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the darkness.
The scene changed again.
Lin Chuan came to a bloody battlefield again. The setting sun was blazing and blood was flowing like a river.
A soldier knelt in front of a pile of corpses, bleeding and crying.
He picked up the general's sword, put on the hero's knife, carried his comrades' weapons on his back, and staggered forward.
It seemed that no hardship could knock him down.
Carrying the will of countless comrades, he once again walked towards the dark wave.
In this way, Lin Chuan saw one "immortal" after another in the changing scenes, meeting and parting with them across endless time and space.
In the last scene, he came into the starry sky.
There is a man standing on the galaxy.
Qiankun Bagua, the laws of nature and destiny are manifested under his feet.
The chaotic universe seems to have turned into a horoscope.
He pointed into the distance.
Lin Chuan looked in the direction he was pointing towards the depths of the chaotic universe, his sight becoming increasingly blurred as he followed the long river further and further away.
In a trance, he seemed to see a tall and majestic figure.
But before I could see clearly, everything disappeared again.
All fantasies are gone.
Lin Chuan returned to the starting point and stood between nine huge rocks.
No matter what he did, the boulder remained motionless, no longer showing any scene, and no inheritance was given.
"The soul is back~"
That voice rang in my ears again.
This time Lin Chuan heard it much more clearly.
He followed the sound and walked further forward. There was clearly no road there, but when Lin Chuan walked over, a road appeared automatically.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Lin Chuan looked back, the nine huge rocks had disappeared.
In front of us, countless streams of light are interweaving and dancing.
Lin Chuan reached out and grabbed one of the streaks of light.
boom!
In an instant, my mind was in turmoil.
"Sichuan."
Fragments of memory loom in my mind, a familiar voice is calling, warm and distressing, and a sad mood spreads.
"Chuan, see you in the next life."
The dark sword pierced the chest of the figure in her memory and ruthlessly took her life.
"Chuan, live well."
"Must win."
The blurry figure became clearer and clearer.
Lin Chuan's pupils suddenly dilated, "Xue'er!"
The figure pierced by the dark sword was Ye Xue, who died bloodily in front of him.
"A hallucination?"
Lin Chuan's heart was pounding when he came back to his senses. That sadness and despair didn't seem fake at all.
He trembled and grabbed another stream of light.
"Go! Go!"
"If you don't leave, all my efforts will be in vain, and everyone will die here in vain."
"I can die here, but you can't!"
The hoarse roar echoed in my mind.
The same familiar voice made Lin Chuan's body tremble even more violently.
"Is this... Zhiyi?"
My childhood sweetheart Yun Zhiyi also passed away in the inexplicable memory.
Lin Chuan seemed to realize something.
"No way?"
"Did I really have a reincarnation in ancient times?"
Is reincarnation a predetermined outcome, or a dream that can be changed?
Lin Chuan has never been able to figure out this problem.
Until this moment, I am still deeply confused.
He looked at the countless streams of light and took a deep breath.
"Fight!"