Boundless Sky

"It is said that ancient qi practitioners can deploy spirit gathering formations to condense the vitality of heaven and earth for cultivation. My imprint of the other shore flower is comparable to a large-scale cultivation formation!"

Rubbing the mark on the heart of his hand, Cheng Hao turned his head and looked out the door.

It was around noon. It was supposed to be the time when the sun was scorching hot, but perhaps because the flowers of the other shore swallowed the vitality of the world on a large scale, now within the reach of Cheng Hao’s gaze, there is a dim image in the sky, and it seems gray. Was shrouded in smog.

"It seems that the vitality of the world is too thin, and it cannot withstand the absorption of flowers from the other side. If you come back a few times, it is estimated that a natural disaster will happen."

In Cheng Hao's current realm, he has a certain degree of foresight about some future things, and he can vaguely feel that if he continues to let the other shore flowers swallow the vitality of the world without restraint, this world is probably going to change drastically.

He shook his head regretfully, and Cheng Hao didn't worry about it anymore. He had only been in this world for a month anyway. It was not easy to get this opportunity, and there was no need to insist on other things.

"Brother Cheng, was your soul just returned?"

The movement of the spiritual energy vortex just now was too great, Xu Qinglang couldn't figure out the reason, and could only attribute it to the impact of the return of Cheng Hao Yuanshen.

"Well, I'm back." Cheng Hao nodded.

"What is hell, can you tell us about it?" Xu Qinglang immediately became interested and asked expectantly when he heard Cheng Hao's exact answer.

Not only Xu Qinglang, even Zhou Ze and Bai Qibi, their faces are full of expectation. For hell, whether it is the living or the dead, the heart is full of endless mystery.

"I just walked a short distance on the Huangquan Road in hell. As for places like Yan Luo Temple and Naihe Bridge, they were driven out before they had time to go."

"Ah? Even your kind of immortal who has cultivated the Taoist Yuanshen has been driven out. Could it be that you met King Yama?"

"No, I came across a nondescript beast. If I didn't expect it to be bad, it should be the Divine Beast under the seat of the Earth Store Bodhisattva. It is quite hostile to me. I don't want to conflict with it, so I retired."

Cheng Hao's voice was flat, but the danger in it was that he couldn't tell outsiders. If the Divine Beast really made a move at the time, his thoughts of divine soul would definitely be dead or alive.

"Let's talk first, I'll go upstairs to rest for a while, this journey to hell, I feel a little tired!"

Seeing that Zhou Ze and the others wanted to continue to inquire, Cheng Hao waved his hand and walked directly to the second floor. Now he needs to carefully explore the other shore flower mark in his palm. He is a little worried if he doesn't fully understand it.

When he came to a bedroom on the second floor, Cheng Hao sat cross-legged on the floor, and then his mind directly pointed towards the mark on the palm of his right hand.

"Take me back...I want to see my sister again!"

As soon as Divine Mind approached the imprint, the young man's whisper sounded in his mind, dreamlike. Although the voice was gentle, it contained endless obsessions, and the voice would never disappear.

Ignoring the whisper, Cheng Hao's spirit thoughts directly penetrated into the imprint of the flower on the other side, and after a while, memory fragments flooded into Cheng Hao's mind.

...

"Come on, brother, come on, brother!"

In the wide open space of the village, a girl dressed in coarse linen, with crochet braids and bare feet, sits on the big rock in front of the village, with her cheek in her hand, smiling and watching the practice not far away. The fisted boy, waving his arms to cheer from time to time.

...

"Brother, don't go, don't go!"

The little girl fell to the ground, her small hands full of blood stains, and she let out a desperate cry as she watched the figure of her brother being forcibly taken away. This parting seemed to be a farewell.

...

In front of a lake blocked by mysterious power, a young man in beast armor mumbled to himself, as if he couldn't let go of someone on the other side of the starry sky, stroking a grimace mask with his hand, extremely disappointed.

"The blood of the gods, the blood of the monsters, and the Buddha have all been poured on it. It is my turn soon. It doesn't matter if I die, but who can help me take care of my sister, she is too young, I can't rest assured."

The young man kept begging to the people next to him, if they could return to the other end of the starry sky, please don't forget to help him raise his sister, but everyone looked cold and didn't even look at him.

...

Above the towering mountain peaks, a withered figure, who has no strength to stand up, was full of blood, and was doing his best to engrave ancient words with his nails on a huge rock.

"I'm dying, who... can help me take care of my sister?"

After exhausting the last trace of strength in his body, the young man fell heavily to the ground, holding a bronze mask in his arms, and a faint voice came out, with regret, unwillingness, and pleading, as if crossing the ages. Come.

"I just can't worry about my sister..."

...

In the **** raging by the wind and wind, the young man walked on the Huangquan Road in a muddle-headed manner. The road was very long and long, and it seemed that it would never end.

"Oh? A soul from another plane of time and space? This kind of soul with time and space attributes is the most suitable for cultivating the other side flower. The luck of the poor monk is really good."

A gentle laughter came from the unknown void, and at the same time an invisible giant hand appeared out of thin air, setting off a wave of spatial ripples, grabbing the young man's soul, cleanly and without any muddle.

...

The memory picture came to an abrupt end here, and the picture after that was frozen on a three-color other shore flower, without any changes.

Putting away his mind, Cheng Hao couldn't help sighing.

He didn't know what the boy was called, who his younger sister was, and what world he lived in, but these did not affect his empathy for the boy.

He is also a person with a younger sister, and he can understand the feeling of being dependent on a younger sister in a young man. If one day he also falls, I am afraid he will be like this young man, not worrying about his parents and sister, right?

Standing up, Cheng Hao felt a little heavy. In addition to the obsession and scattered memories of the young man, there was no backhand left in the imprint of the other shore flower, and it would not have any bad effect on his cultivation.

On the contrary, because of this extra mark, he can use the supernatural powers of the other shore flower, swallow the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and can quickly cultivate and improve the divine power in the dantian. For him, he is not familiar with a great good fortune.

"I, Cheng Hao, have a clear grudge, since you gave me a chance, if I have a chance in the future, I will take you back and take a look at my sister!"

Reflecting the imprint of the other shore flower in his hand, Cheng Hao silently made a promise in his heart, not for anything else, only for the obsession of the boy to see his sister bye, he was also willing to help each other.

This may be the sympathy between brother and brother.

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