The universe is infinite.

The star field is endless.

However, there are no stars in more places, and there is deathly silence and darkness.

There is no sound in the vast universe.

Not to mention a living thing, even a star is as tiny as dust.

In the infinite universe, everything is insignificant.

Even though the stone ship is thousands of feet long.

but.

In the vast dark void, it is too tiny to be considered as dust.

Yan Qing was alone on the stone boat and followed it away.

It seems like I can't feel the passage of time.

When he opened his eyes, he would always see a dead starry sky, making him extremely lonely and lonely.

At this moment, he sat quietly on the deck, as if he had experienced endless darkness and silence for thousands of years.

Almost going crazy.

"Am I...am I going to die?"

"It's a miracle that you can survive so long without eating or drinking."

He struggled to open his eyes and looked at his hands and body, which had become dry.

I don’t know how many days ago.

His body began to wither, as if it had dried up, leaving only a pair of eyes, which was still a little bit alive.

Is the stone boat carrying the ancient bronze coffin going back to ancient times, or to the other side of the starry sky?

This has nothing to do with him at all.

No longer care.

In the vast universe, there is nothing.

There was only him sitting on the deck of the stone ship, floating alone with the ancient bronze coffin, without anything else.

gradually.

Yan Qing found that her heart was gradually getting older, her hair was turning gray, and her whole body was like a wood carving and clay sculpture.

Sitting cross-legged on the deck motionless.

Time flies.

I don't know how many years have passed.

Yan Qing remained motionless, seemingly in a state of oblivion.

I don’t know what year it is today.

I don't know where I am.

Almost forgotten myself...

His consciousness began to fall into a deep sleep, and his soul also fell into a deep sleep, without any awareness of the outside world.

It's like sitting down.

It's just that he doesn't know.

The soft white light emitted by the stone boat was constantly washing his body, otherwise he would be in a mortal body.

Already dead.

…

…

On the cliff of rebirth.

Feng Qingyan has been standing in white clothes, also motionless.

At this moment, endless gray fog appeared around him, and a strong breath of reincarnation emerged. And the millstone of reincarnation was constantly turning...

I don’t know when.

His eyes opened suddenly.

Penetrating through layers of time and space, it finally landed on a stone ship sailing lonely in the universe.

He saw Yan Qing...

It's just that Yan Qing's consciousness is sleeping, and so is her soul.

If he continues to sleep, he may never wake up and will die completely. However, this is not only the last hope of the Human Emperor, but also the last hope of Jiuzhou. How could he let Yan Qing die?

wake up!

Feng Qingyan shouted in his heart.

However, it is impossible for Yan Qing to hear...

wake up!

wake up!

Feng Qingyan stood on the Resurrection Cliff, shouting again and again...

But Yan Qing still couldn't wake up on the stone boat.

After a while.

Feng Qingyan stopped shouting.

He was thinking about ways to wake up Yan Qing.

However, at some point, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that it was not just a matter of waking up! It was a matter of fate and destiny...

Destiny does not die, destiny does not live!

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…

In the vast universe.

On the deck of the stone ship, Yan Qing was as motionless as if he had turned into a wood sculpture...

His consciousness and soul were sleeping, and it seemed that he was about to fall into a complete sleep, or even die. However, at this moment, the ancient bronze coffin in the cabin trembled slightly.

When Yan Qing's consciousness and soul completely fell into sleep or died.

A faint mist-like circle suddenly floated out from the ancient bronze coffin and landed on his soul.

then.

When Yan Qing was about to die.

A mist-like circle appeared on the soul.

The mist-like circles, half of which are light gray and half of which are light white, are rotating slowly, some shaped like Tai Chi circles.

As the circle slowly rotated, it pulled his dying soul back.

again and again……

but.

Yan Qing still couldn't wake up.

It seemed that he had fallen into a complete sleep and was about to die eventually.

…

…

On the cliff of rebirth.

The gray fog surrounding Feng Qingyan is getting thicker and thicker.

The reincarnation millstone was spinning crazily, making bursts of terrifying sounds, making the entire Netherworld horrified.

Even in the underworld, there is movement...

In the Yangjian.

Countless supreme beings' expressions changed drastically when they heard the sound of the millstone turning.

But at this moment.

Feng Qingyan couldn't stop, he needed to wake up Yan Qing...

"If fate does not die, fate does not lead to life..."
To be continued...