In the wind and snow, Lin Huang was a little confused.
The portal in front of him was not a teleportation gate, but a plane gate located in the snowy area.
The existence of a plane gate here is already a surprising thing.
Because according to the records of Cangqiong Continent, there is no plane gate in the Snow and Wind Region...and this gate may be the gate to the plane that is unique to Ming Sanqian himself.
The reason is to be able to come to the Snowy Region to kill himself.
But……
Just like this, there are actually people waiting in the gate of the plane, waiting for three thousand lives. This is incredible.
I originally thought that he was such an amazing person. He knew his past and had cursed his past self. He should be on par with the Great Emperor.
However... the voice coming from the Gate of Faces did indeed come from Three Thousand Life, which is very mysterious.
Such a tyrannical person came here across countless dimensions just to show his holiness in front of him, but as a result... when he turned around, someone else was there.
Lin Huang didn't know whether he was dead or not.
But it must have been fucked.
And who is hiding behind the plane door?
Are they from Cangqiong Continent?
Or the human race from behind Tianmen?
Or maybe it's a strong man from the Ming clan who is killing each other with the Ming Sanqian.
This is a question that has no answer, so it is a question of meaning.
Looking at the plane gate that was gradually disappearing in front of him, Lin Huang frowned slightly and began to think deeply...
He gained a lot during this trip to the snowy region.
The snowy region is his disaster.
Every time, I would come to the Snowy Land, and every time, I could understand that I died in the Snowy Land.
Even during the battle in the Snowy Land, when Jun Qingcheng opened the Gate of Time in reverse... maybe his memory was biased, and he was not pulled into the Gate of Time.
But he died here.
Lin Huang stretched out his hands and held the snowflakes falling from the sky. He became more and more deep in thought. He began to think about his origin:
If you really have the martial spirit of Wanjiesheng, you can passively save files infinitely. Every time you die, you can start over from the age of sixteen.
It does explain a lot of things.
Why when Huang Xuanzhi found himself in a coma, he couldn't wake him up even with his strength? It was because the three years he had been sleeping in the hospital bed were an archive of time.
This statement can also explain many paradoxes over the years.
However, we still need proof!
After all, until now, he still has not felt that he has the Wusheng Sheng Wuhun in his body. Even if it appears, it must be when he has died...
But there are traces of it, but Lin Huang couldn't find it.
Another possible evidence is the traces of his own death. Since he was killed seventeen times by Fate Sanqian, there are traces of his seventeen deaths.
Lin Huang blew the snowflakes from his palms, and then walked on the white snowfield with his sleeves fluttering. Even though he had many questions in his heart, he believed in the saying of three thousand lives.
After all, he couldn't find any reason for Ming Sanqian to lie to him. In the eyes of the latter, he was just a dead person.
"Three thousand lives...the life clan...the calamity of death...the snowy region..."
Lin Huang lowered his head and murmured these words, his eyes flashing with light, and the chaos in his mind turned into a line, and he said to himself:
"The Aragami was cursed and died, and it was the work of the Ming clan!"
"And Ming Sanqian comes from the Ming clan... This shows that after the death of the Aragami, the Ming clan is still cursing the Aragami's reincarnation in one life after another. Perhaps this is the only way to stop the rise of the Aragami!"
"And the Jintian Emperor mentioned by Ming Sanqian is not called the Great Emperor, nor is he regarded as a god. Perhaps this is what Huang Shen said, and he will never be able to reach the realm of the Great Emperor in the future!"
"So, Huang Shen...Jintian Emperor...I...this is all me!"
When Lin Huang thought of this, he frowned slightly. Just as he waved his sleeves and robes, several figures suddenly appeared in the snowy field:
A general wearing pitch black armor.
A wretched and wretched Taoist.
A demonic monk.
A Confucian saint!
These are Lin Huang's four lives. Their appearance is due to the power of the Buddha's past relic beads, which allows him to continuously look back on his past lives.
However, his memory of the process of looking back on past lives and inheriting the opportunities from previous lives was blurred. At that time, he was in the Great Thunder Sound Temple and was baptized by thousands of Buddhist teachings.
Perhaps in just a moment, it was natural and given the opportunity of four lifetimes.
"The seventeen times I was killed by Fate Sanqian...should still be in my current life! Because I am the tenth incarnation of the Aragami!"
"So you are the ninth incarnation?"
Lin Huang looked at the Confucian saint and asked with a frown.
However, these four lives are just a link between Lin Huang and many previous lives. He has no real spiritual wisdom and cannot answer his questions.
"So how many lives did Emperor Jintian live in?"
Lin Huang frowned fiercely, feeling that something was wrong.
He had been to the world guarded by the God of Desolation, which was a world full of ancient times. That era was too far away from the present era. He did not believe that a simple tenth life could transcend the vast prehistoric years and become himself.
"Life in all worlds..."
Lin Huang put down the previous question, because he had already clarified the important context, and the doubts about the tenth incarnation were not that important.
He focused on this martial spirit, "Since you are my previous life, then... all the worlds are what I have in this life!"
"Innate martial soul?"
"Why is it archived at the age of sixteen?"
"Is there someone else secretly controlling me?"
Lin Huang frowned and felt very bad in his heart.
"If I am born with a martial spirit...it doesn't matter, this is my great luck! But if it is man-made...then I may not even see the tip of the iceberg of the true face of this world!"
"Perhaps, because this is the Cangqiong Continent, it is the tip of the iceberg in the vast history of the human race. No, the tip of the iceberg does not count! The real game is in the human world after Tianmen?"
"If so...or there is a pair of eyes in the sky, staring at me all the time!"
"There is another possibility, that is, someone came from behind the Tianmen, or walked out from the Cangqiong Continent, and transformed into the pair of eyes in the sky..."
Lin Huang held a piece of snowflake and talked to himself like a lunatic.
Then his voice paused slightly...
"Wang Yifeng?"
"Or is it still Jun Xing Shi?"
This was the second question in Lin Huang's mind, "The reason why I guess Wang Yifeng is because Li Baiyi once said that the latter has disappeared!"
"If it's dead, it's dead in Li Baiyi's mouth!"
"Wang Yifeng disappeared, where will he go?"
Lin Huang didn't know if he was having wild thoughts, "Did he infiltrate the four ancient tribes and plot an eternal situation that even Li Baiyi didn't know about? Or did he incarnate into the extremely mysterious old man Tianji, whose true face is difficult for the world to see? Or did he leave?
Sky Continent?”
Lin Huang shook his head. He felt that Li Baiyi must know more about Wang Yifeng, but he didn't.
"Then why is it Jun Xingshi?"
Lin Huang sat in the snow and asked himself like a fool, "Is it because he quietly appeared during the battle in the snowy area?"
"Or is it because I am still alive now? The most fundamental reason is that the death of the fetus in the woman's belly caused her to die once, and the person behind the woman is Jun Xingshi?"
"At least one thing can explain that Jun Xingshi knows his origin... To be more rigorous, he at least knows that Snow Wind Region is his ultimate destination!"
"But even if he knows, it has nothing to do with him wanting to save me. He wants to save me, it must be because he knows my origin, not because of his temporary kindness!"
"But if Jun Xingshi is really the person behind this, then he can compete with Fate Sanqian... So, what do the four ancient clans mean to him?"
"According to this inference... it is unlikely that the Xingtian Temple will be willing to be the Xuantian Divine Clan's dog!"
"Moreover, Jun Xingshi is a figure of the same era as my uncle. He is only over forty years old. There is no way he can be the person behind this. He must be a thousand-year-old monster!"
"Ten thousand steps back, if he really is a thousand-year-old monster in disguise...then Qingcheng can still be his daughter?"
When Lin Huang reached this point, his mouth opened wide.
Others were dumbfounded by their inferences... He had a strange feeling of being insulted by his own intelligence for being able to have such a vision!