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Chapter 289 Painting Dreams

I saw Ye He walking casually on the grass by the river, calmly telling everything about the past:

"In the era when I grew up, the rekindled human race had not yet established a firm foothold on Blue Star. Daxia was troubled internally and externally, and powerful enemies were everywhere."

"Fortunately, it was at the time of the outbreak of the Genetic Era, and we were all standing on the edge of the storm. Talented people appeared in great numbers in Great Xia, and strong men emerged in endlessly. They transformed themselves into torches, fighting for living space for the human race and for the world.

Summer lights the way forward."

"That era was cruel and passionate, and the current of the world was rolling forward unstoppably."

How could Ren Jie, who was familiar with the history of spiritual energy recovery, not know what kind of period Daxia was in a hundred years ago?

Everything that Daxia has now is the result of the sacrifices of our ancestors.

Ye He's eyes were filled with memories:

"I was born in the abandoned city area of ​​the Old World City. At that time, Spark City was still expanding and could not accommodate all the people who moved there."

"At that time, just like other little girls of the same age, I would have unrealistic dreams, dreaming that I would have great power, repel evil disasters for people, cure diseases, and conjure many magical powers.

Food, so that everyone no longer goes hungry, steals the show, and receives admiration and praise from countless people." ??

"Just like the chivalrous woman who walks to the end of the world with her sword, but does good deeds without worrying about the future. Although life is hard and the world is cruel, to me as a child, the world is still colorful and as gorgeous as a fairy tale world.

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Ren Jie looked at the smiling Ye He, wondering what he was feeling in his heart.

Who has not imagined such a dream?

Ren Jie once had such a fantasy, but when he was eight years old, his dream was shattered...

Ye He paused and said softly: "When I was 12 years old, my dream came true. I was injected with the spiritual gene potion, which awakened the calligraphy and painting abilities of the Chinese martial arts. I entered the Chinese martial arts museum and was treated as a spark of hope and focused on training."

"I'm very happy. My long-held dream has finally come true. Although cultivation is hard, I can persevere if I grit my teeth. With my own strength, I have changed my family's life, made friends, and met new partners.

I embarked on a journey with my friends and embarked on a new adventure.”

"There were laughter and tears along the way, some people left, and some stayed with me. I really experienced too much along the way, and they all turned into precious memories and became a part of me."

"But I gradually discovered that this was not the same as my original dream, or even quite different."

Ren Jie was silent, Ye He had already walked far, far away...

And your own journey has just begun.

Ye He looked at his reflection in the water with a sad look in his eyes:

"You know? The higher a person stands, the more clearly he can see the truth of the world. The cruel reality, suffering seems to be the only tone. I want to save... but I can't save everyone. Most of the time,

I hate my own powerlessness."

"Maybe... it would be good to become stronger? So... I climbed to the top of the peak and reached the end of the road. There were no more footprints in front of me."

"But the higher you stand, the heavier the responsibility you carry on your shoulders. When you stand at the top, you are carrying the entire human race."

"Finally...I have the power that I dreamed of as a child, but I don't know when...I lost my happiness. The world is no longer as gorgeous as a fairy tale. Wherever I look, there is suffering."

Ren Jie opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and he couldn't understand what kind of pressure he had to endure as a man of great power.

> It’s hard to imagine what kind of transformation a little girl who had dreams had to go through when she grew into a peak existence.

No one remembers, and no one knows.

Ye He's face was filled with emotion:

"I have changed from a person chasing the backs of my ancestors to a person opening the way. I am very tired and don't know how to go on, but I can't stop."

"Because there are countless people looking at my back. The so-called expectation means that everyone is waiting for every word you say..."

"I hesitated because I didn't know if I would continue to be the little girl I once was..."

"So that day, I stripped myself off, drew all my beauty and innocence on a folding fan, and wrote the four words justice from heaven."

"I hope Guagua will always be beautiful and enthusiastic, with a sincere heart, but do good deeds and don't worry about the future."

Ren Jie looked at the well and slowly clenched his fists. Is this the origin of Guagua?

Sometimes it is not a bad thing to sit in a well and look at the sky, because in the well, all you can see is the high, blue sky, just like the beautiful fairy tale-like world in our eyes when we were children.

If the dream has its real appearance, maybe it is the appearance that Ye He drew, right?

Ye Hesu gently teased the water in the stream with his hand: "After that, I stepped forward without any distractions. I just hope that I can leave a few more footprints so that people who come after me can follow."

"Whenever I can no longer hold on any longer, I will come to this painting, chat with Guagua, and enjoy this moment of tranquility, and then I feel that I will have the motivation to keep going."

"But... everything ended with the mirage eating the moon. It was too strong, so powerful that I couldn't see any hope of winning. He went too far, much further than me."

"Whenever the moonlight shines at night, it is the beginning of people's nightmares..."

As he spoke, Ye Hesu waved his hand, and the color of the world changed. The entire world was split into ink and wash, and then reassembled.

What appeared in Ren Jie's eyes was the real scene of the battle between the mirage and the moon a hundred years ago.

When night falls, the full moon hangs high, and the bright moon is like a huge eye of heaven, overlooking the world.

Under the moonlight, everyone was dreaming of real and illusory dreams. The whole of Daxia was at a standstill, and fire was burning in every corner of Daxia.

Some people were motionless in their sleep with painful expressions on their faces, while others were wreaking havoc like crazy, unable to tell whether it was reality or fiction.

Ye He looked at this scene, his eyes full of sadness:

"In just one night, people's spiritual will was almost tortured to the point of collapse. The demon clan took the opportunity to invade Daxia, devouring humans wantonly and occupying human land. The spirit clan was not much better."

"Daxia began to organize a counterattack, trying to kill the mirage and end all this. But every time night fell, the nightmare would continue, and everyone was tortured to the point of going crazy."

"Some people killed their closest relatives, thinking they were still in the illusion, but in the real world, they suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide directly. There are also people who were locked up in the dark room of the illusion for thousands of years in just one night.

When I left the illusion, I was already crazy..."

"There are many examples like this. If there really is a hell in this world, then Daxia at that time was a real hell on earth. Even the tenth-level powerful ones would not be spared."
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