"Then what else are you escaping? There is no best of both worlds. Either you recognize the fate of your furnace or you face reality."

Why doesn’t Zhang Xiaohan want to face reality? But reality changes too quickly, as if it’s changing with each passing day, and she can’t keep up.

"It's not like this, Xiaobao," Zhang Xiaohan felt very tired both physically and mentally. "How can I recognize this fate? The reality is in front of me. It will not be transferred by my will. I know what I should do, and I will do it too. But I feel tired and meaningless."

"Meaning?" Xiaobao said in confusion, "Didn't you often say that the meaning of your life is that when you look back on the past, don't be ashamed of being mediocre or regretting being wasted years?"

"I have done it." Zhang Xiaohan said mutely, "I will do this."

Xiaobao stopped, he did not refute Zhang Xiaohan anymore, and he suddenly understood.

Zhang Xiaohan is old and her life will soon end, so she will have a pessimistic side, but she still understands all this and she still has unfinished things, so when facing these things, she will do her best.

But in Xiaobao's heart, Zhang Xiaohan's aging is only temporary, how could her life come to an end?

Zhang Xiaohan turned around and stepped back onto the Baiyu Square. She slowly walked towards the tombstone, just like an ordinary mortal. Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaohan. They didn't know what Zhang Xiaohan and Xiaobao were saying, but they saw the grim faces of the two.

Zhang Xiaohan walked to the place as close as possible to the tombstone and sat down. After seeing Xiaobao, the excitement and dependence disappeared in the conversation with Xiaobao. The feeling of loneliness once again rose from his heart.

Xiaobao said it was right, but she did not do it wrong either. She didn't need to examine her heart, she looked at it enough.

She slowly ran the exercises, mobilized the spiritual power in her body, and also ran the "Soul Cultivation" exercises at the same time, nourishing her and not her spiritual consciousness, and slowly separating all negative emotions in her heart.

The spiritual consciousness is strong enough that she can do this easily, just like there are two hers in her body, one is still striving for progress, full of passionate fighting spirit, and the other is quietly hiding in a corner, looking at her own full of fighting spirit.

Both of them are very calm, without intersection, entanglement, and without trying to change each other. They occupy their own position in their duties, one is responsible for cultivation, fighting, and the other is responsible for thinking.

But which one is the real self?

The chaotic energy of the tombstone was pulled by Zhang Xiaohan's martial arts, and the word "Qiankun" appeared faintly. Both Zhang Xiaohan in his spiritual consciousness were paying attention to these two big words, and two different ideas appeared in his mind at the same time.

One was full of passion, one was sad, one was inspired, and the other was moved. Two completely different ideas slowly separated. It seemed that one idea was standing in the sky, looking down at the other idea. No matter which idea was under the gaze of the Qiankun Tombstone, they were also staring at the Qiankun Tombstone.

The spiritual consciousness has not split. All it has been split is an idea. What does this count as? Refining the Void?

As soon as these two words appeared in my mind, the two split self suddenly returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, and she still sat upright in front of the tombstone of Qiankun.

Combination?

Zhang Xiaohan smiled in his heart. She was both practicing in the late stage of Mahayana, or the second Mahayana after the broken baby. Where did she start to refine the clones and combine them again?

She slowly put aside these inappropriate thoughts, opened her eyes, released her spiritual consciousness, and stared at the tombstone intently.

Three days later, the consumed five elements spiritual power was replenished, and her cultivation and spiritual consciousness reached its peak, but the Five Elements Flying Sword had to be replenished. Zhang Xiaohan dared not sacrifice it at will. In the past three days, she also confirmed that the chaos technique she had practiced was related to the chaotic energy, but she didn't know whether she was not strong enough or the chaotic technique was incomplete, so she still could not pull out a trace of chaotic power.

According to Xiaobao, she could be reborn by just sacrificing a trace of chaos. She didn't know if the meaning of reborn would make her rejuvenate her youth, but now she couldn't do anything. She could only wait for Zibing to recover completely, wait for the eight Qiankun tokens to be put together, and then wait for Ling Su's arrival.

Three days of meditation also calmed down Zhang Xiaohan. She was no longer the same as before, and Xiaobao was no longer the same as before. Although her feelings for Xiaobao have not changed, Xiaobao has not changed in treating her.

The chant of the Sanskrit sound from the tomb Zhang Xiaohan also sounded much calmer. As she thought, she needed time to adapt.

With her cultivation strength reaching her level, there is no need to meditate except for restoring the consumed spiritual power. Time suddenly becomes long, and waiting is a kind of idle thing.

In fact, she had a lot to do, collecting soul trees, refining puppets, sealing the soul in, and preparing for her final battle, but she was just lazy and wanted to do nothing.

Xiaobao did not appear in front of Zhang Xiaohan these three days. Three days was not enough for Xiaobao to walk around the entire land of sin, but he could also see it briefly.

Apart from this Qiankun Tomb, the difference here is the huge body of the demon clan, but after all the huge demon clans transform into shape, they are no longer much larger than normal human cultivation. And because of the strange cycle of human cultivation, there is a delicate balance between human cultivation and demon cultivation here.

The reason for balance is that the population of human cultivation will never increase or decrease. Even if the demon cultivator plans to wipe out human cultivation again and again, there is another one that is that the demon clan and the plants here are tall, which ensures sufficient cultivation resources.

But it is true that no matter how strange their reincarnation is, no one has the earliest memories. They just survived helplessly under the arrangement of fate.

When Xiaobao returned to Baiyu Square and threw a bunch of soul trees to himself, Zhang Xiaohan couldn't say anything and could only start refining puppets.

It is said that it is to refine a puppet, but it is actually to refine the soul and the soul together, giving the soul a body that can accommodate the soul, so that the soul and the soul are fully in line with each other.

After refining the first puppet, Zhang Xiaohan looked at the puppet and was silent for a long time. She recalled the footprints she had walked through. In the Xuanhuang Continent, Lingwu Continent, Nine Domains, and all walks of life, she was following the trajectory of fate step by step.

It is her destiny, the fate of the five realms, and the fate of the former emperor's son and god. The soul she sacrificed and refined was dedicated to the sacrifice and refining the God of Killing on the battlefield of the five realms during her lifetime. Now it has been sacrificed and refined again, and once again turned into a machine of killing.

One by one, the living souls were refined and sat next to her in silence. She remembered Xiaobao's words. Whether she admitted it or not, she actually survived according to the rules of the five realms.
Chapter completed!