In the blink of an eye, the first tool man trained by Zhuang Jiutian matured.
But before the tool man could do his job, Ye Fan died.
It's the kind of real death.
He was killed by the god who became the holy body.
Before Zhuang Jiutian could even sigh, the whole world collapsed.
The originally extremely real world entered the Age of Ending Law in an instant, followed by the collapse of all realms, the fall of Zhoutian, and all matter turned into dust.
The whole world has also changed from reality to nothingness.
The physical body occupied by Zhuang Jiutian also collapsed.
In the end, only a phantom that seemed real or illusory was left standing in an empty place.
The dead Ye Fan also appeared in front of Zhuang Jiutian again.
"Failed?"
"Although the world created casually restores 99.9% of the similarity, the difference of 0.001 is enough to cause a system to collapse. Recreating ancient history does not always succeed."
Ye Fan explained to Zhuang Jiutian why their plan failed.
To capture a person from ancient history, a strong person at the priest level must pay a huge price.
What's more, it's about recreating ancient history.
The price to be paid is even greater.
Brother Di Gu is just letting similar worlds reincarnate, hoping to use similar environments to cultivate a new generation of Emperors.
Rather than letting ancient history reappear.
After understanding the difficulties involved, Zhuang Jiutian also discovered that Ye Fan was in a very bad state at this time.
It's not even as stable as his spirit body's breath at this time.
It seems that reshaping a period of ancient history is not completely possible for people above the priesthood.
In this process, as long as a bug appears, it will cause the entire world to collapse.
Ye Fan's previous transformation from virtuality to reality, and from reality to virtuality, may have taken a toll on him much more seriously than Zhuang Jiutian expected.
Otherwise, he would not be able to exude the smell of death.
It is a smell that only appears on dying people.
Moreover, Zhuang Jiutian also discovered that there is no possibility of reversing the trend of extinction.
At least he can't do it.
"Are you going to die?" Zhuang Jiutian finally said what he was most worried about.
"It's just life and death, no need to make a fuss." Ye Fan was free and easy, and looked at death very indifferently, as if the long years had made him tired of living.
"Haha, it's just one death, but I'm still worried." Zhuang Jiutian laughed at himself, as if he still hasn't seen through life and death. After several epochs of cultivation, he has not cultivated a normal heart, but has cultivated a normal heart.
A fear of death.
"If you want to live, I can help you." Ye Fan saw Zhuang Jiutian's love for life and finally said seriously.
"What's the point of living? Accompanying this endless nothingness is worse than dying with you." Zhuang Jiutian shook his head and rejected Ye Fan's opportunity to help him return to the sun.
"Actually, you are fundamentally different from us. No matter how long you spend here, it will not be as good as the ordinary twenty or thirty years in the real world."
After Ye Fan saw Zhuang Jiutian's love for Sheng, he said calmly.
And directly told the truth of the matter.
The prosperous years are glorious, even if you experience life and death, even if you enjoy happiness, in comparison, the illusory time is not valuable.
The long years are not worth the ordinary twenty or thirty years.
Zhuang Jiutian was speechless.
From life to death, and then from death to life, people can understand many truths.
In this process, Zhuang Jiutian truly understood the value of life and the preciousness of the ordinary.
I was just an idle person,
But he wants to call for the wind and rain.
The cycle of life and death,
It is true to be mediocre and indifferent.
The traces of time left in his heart only the desire for the ordinary.
It is not the so-called "turning one's hands to make clouds and turning one's hands to make rain".
"I'll take you home." Ye Fan finally decided to let Zhuang Jiutian leave his world.
"My body is dead, how can I go home?" Zhuang Jiutian thought of his body that was burned by the Bureau of Abolition of Feudal Superstition, and his husband who was taken back by Wen Li.
Who is he?
He can be regarded as a thief.
A superfluous person who is neither true nor false.
"Your true spirit is still there. I am sure to resurrect you, but you have to find a way to reintegrate into your life."
Ye Fan obviously saw Zhuang Jiutian's worry.
"Thank you."
After a thousand words, in the end Zhuang Jiutian just said thank you to Ye Fan.
"The soul returns!"
The supreme sound came from Ye Fan's mouth, as if it shook the past, present and future, and seemed to have traveled through dimensional space.
It truly connected the two worlds of reality and reality, allowing Zhuang Jiutian's true spirit to disappear from the illusory world.
After Zhuang Jiutian was sent away, Ye Fan's figure was only an illusory light and shadow.
Then the light and shadow took action and opened up another realm.
There, the Immortal Mountain is the rockery in the courtyard, and the Taichu Ancient Mine is the dog cave.
Under the bodhi tree, on the coffee table, a little girl of two or three years old was working hard to make tea for him.
Behind the toddler, a four or five-year-old child was taking care of her.
The child in purple sneered at Ye Fan and said, "Dad, drink tea."
The little girl behind him saw the crooked toddler and said, "Xiao Zi, be careful and fall down."
"Nanny, Xiaozi, come here. I will tell you a story today."
Ye Fan smiled happily when he saw this.
Perhaps this was the happiest and most satisfying moment in his life.
The little girl opened her big eyes, looked at Mark in a flash, and said, "Brother, what story are you going to tell today?"
Xiao Zi lay on Ye Fan's knees and said, "I want to listen to the story of the three little pigs."
Ye Fan picked up Xiao Zi and placed her on the coffee table.
Then he picked up the little girl and placed her on the stone bench next to her.
Then he said: "Today I will tell you a story about a young man who cultivated immortality."
Xiao Nannan and Xiao Zi all stared at Ye Fan seriously, as if they were afraid of missing any sentence in the story.
Ye Fan said with a satisfied smile: "Once upon a time, there was a young man who liked stories about gods and monsters since he was a child. One day, while he was reading the "Huangdi Neijing" at home, he suddenly heard a call from his classmate..."
When Ye Fan finished telling what happened before he entered the fairyland, Xiaozi and Xiaonan's eyes were filled with tears.
"Dad, don't leave me." Xiao Zi hugged Ye Fan's neck and said.
And the little girl also took Ye Fan's arm and said: "Brother, don't leave my daughter, okay?"
"You will all grow up and have your own life. I can't accompany you forever." Ye Fan stroked Xiao Zi's head with his left hand, and stroked the little girl's head with his right hand, as if he was filled with infinite thoughts for them.
"dad."
"Big brother."
Amidst the shouts of Xiaozi and Xiaonan, Ye Fan finally turned into dust, leaving a lusterless seed in place.
Then, the small world became illusory and began to float in the endless void.
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