A World Worth Protecting

Although the Mingzong has not completely appeared in the world, the underworld is reopened, the laws are re-refined, and the rules are re-established, forming the underworld punishment, causing the entire Weiyang Dao domain to oscillate. At this time, in the Nine Nether galaxy, the bottom of the Styx river filled with countless souls, and The turbulence of Pluto is different, and it is different from the sensation outside...

  Here, sadness and madness are permeated.

   "Wang Yue!"

   "Wang Yue!!"

   "Missing Moon!!!"

  In the tomb of Emperor Ming, Wang Baole knelt on the ground where Master Ming Kunzi dissipated. He had forgotten the passage of time and had only one thought.

   Turn the impossible into possible, let time reverse, and let the master's soul reappear.

He didn't know how many times he had unfolded the waning moon. His face was already pale, and his eyes seemed to be dry and bloodshot. Until a long time, Wang Baole's body trembled, spouting a large mouthful of blood, and he staggered back several steps, watching him fight. After all, in the distortion formed by the reversal years, there is always no master's soul shadow.

  Wang Baole was silent.

  He knew, maybe he knew that some things could not be reversed by himself. The master’s soul body dissipated and was connected to the coffin of the remains of the Hades. This is not the law of the waning moon to influence and change.

   "Miss Sister, can you help me..." Wang Baole said in a bitter voice.

"I... can't do it, Baole, don't be sad, let's think about it, is there any other way." Wang Yiyi, who hadn't responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at this moment, she felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she did There is no way to do this.

  Maybe the moon can be.

  But... she can feel that her father is no longer in this world.

"Can't do it..." Wang Baole murmured, the sadness in his heart became more intense and permeated his whole body, until after a long time, when the distortion formed by the unfolding waning moon in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked up. .

  Even though the Styx flooded everything and blocked his vision, he seemed to be able to see the figure of his former brother outside the Styx. For a long time, Wang Baole silently retracted his gaze.

  He understands the master’s choice and the brother’s choice. There seems to be nothing wrong here, but the way is different, but he cannot forgive him.

  Because... Chen Qingzi can pursue his own way and walk the path of the glorious Underworld, but the price should not be the dispersal of the master’s soul. This... Wang Baole is very clear that it is the brother who is wrong.

  Master is also wrong. The wrong is soft-hearted, the wrong is that he can’t bear to look at his two disciples against each other, and the wrong is that he wants to use his own death to perfect both disciples.

"I was also wrong. I shouldn't have come to Styx." Wang Baole sat aside tiredly, looking at the place where the master had disappeared, and fell silent, but after a long while, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes regained at this moment. Light.

   "There is another way..." Wang Baole raised his right hand, and a small bottle appeared in the palm of his hand.

  Is exactly the wishing bottle.

  Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole ignited hope in his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he held it firmly and spoke softly.

   "I make a wish... Master is resurrected!"

  The wishing bottle was still cold, without the slightest reaction, Wang Baole remained silent and spoke again for a long time.

   "I made a wish... Time to return to before the Master's soul is scattered!"

  The wishing bottle remained unchanged. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he was silent for a longer time, until after half a stick of incense, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand and muttered softly.

  "Senior, if you really can’t resurrect Master, please give me... a chance to paint a corpse face for him."

The wishing bottle was quiet as before, and there was still no heat flow that Wang Baole was familiar with. Until a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter. When he was about to change the wishing attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness, from this The wishing bottle spilled out, and it seemed to come from a distant unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's mind.

   "You, owe me a favor."

  The sound is faint and hard to find. It seems that the wishing bottle was used as a medium, and it fell into the tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld in the stele world. In the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly emitted heat.

The heat this time, unprecedented, broke out in a sudden, and passed into Wang Baole’s hands. Amidst the shaking of Wang Baole’s mind, the wishing bottle itself shone with a strong light. This light enveloped the surroundings, affecting the rules, changing the rules, and gradually disappearing from nothingness. Converged in the soul silk.

  These soul silks have already dissipated, but now they have never become possible. Amidst the intense ups and downs of Wang Baole’s mind, finally this soul silk gathered in front of him to form...a soul group!

  A soul group that does not exist forever, it seems that it cannot last for long.

  That is the remnant soul of the master!

  To be precise, it might be more appropriate to call it the soul of the source, because this soul group does not look like a master, it is just a group of souls with the mark of the master.

  Souls like this, in the cognition of the Mingzong, need to follow the guidance of the heavens to paint their corpses, determine their fate, lead cause and effect, and finally send them into reincarnation.

  But this strand of master’s remnant soul is a bit different. It...is dissipating. Although the strength from the wishing bottle makes this dissipate slowly, it still cannot last for long after all.

   Judging from the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only maintain a stick of incense at most.

   Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes moistened, and he gently led the soul group to the front, muttering.

  "Master..."

  In this mumbling, Wang Baole closed his eyes, and when he opened them quickly, he shook his hands with reminiscences in his eyes, and began to lightly outline his afterlife for this soul group.

   drew eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.

  Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories. Be serious.

  What he painted is not the afterlife.

  He painted in this life.

  Before he dissipated, he still thought about it, and wanted an undisturbed future for him, a master who could leave this place.

  They met in a big dream, the time of apprenticeship in the dream, goodbye is the soul body, and it becomes the past in a flash...

  For a long time, when Wang Baole finished the last stroke, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul that was restored to the master's appearance in front of him, Wang Baole got up and backed down, knelt down toward the closed soul.

  One tap, two taps, three taps... until nine taps.

  Thank you, Shien!

  The soul body slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually... smiled.

   "Goodness."

In the next moment, the soul body was blurred, as if erased, and disappeared in Wang Baole's raised eyes. He watched the Master disappear little by little, with more tears, and his mind faintly appeared when he was parting in his dream. Master's words.

   "Everything, whatever you want..."

   "Just do whatever you want..." Wang Baole murmured, sitting paralyzed there, tears streaming down his eyes.

The young lady's figure gradually appeared beside him, looking at Wang Baole silently, with distressed eyes in her eyes, gently approached, sat beside him, raised her hands, and gently pressed Wang Baole's head. Rub gently.

   "In life, there must be some regrets, which are not something we can change."

   "Bao Le, you have done well, you have tried your best."

  "Have I tried my best..." Wang Baole murmured, feeling tired more and more throughout his body.

"Well, you tried your best. Go to sleep and rest." The young lady said softly and put Wang Baole's head on her lap. When she kneaded gently, a soft song came out from her mouth. .

This song is very gentle, warm, and safe, and makes people feel peaceful from the inside. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the dark winter, shivering and approaching. At the stove, he gradually enveloped him in warmth.

  It was quiet all around, only the songs of the young lady echoed softly.

   "The wind is blowing gently, the birds are whispering, baby is not sad, hurry up and sleep..."

   "Xue'er floats slowly, her tears fall quietly, baby is not sad, wake up happy and smile"

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