Lin Huang looked at the pictures that he had peeled off, and he was stunned...
It was an extremely magnificent picture.
It is so majestic that it cannot be described in words.
Even that ordinary back figure gave him a sense of the eternal vicissitudes of the world. That figure was like a giant pillar supporting the sky, majestic and mysterious.
He saw the roaring rivers and seas...
No.
That doesn't seem to be Jianghai.
That is……
Lin Huang's heart was filled with ups and downs. He didn't recognize the content in the picture, but he already had the answer.
tidal.
That's a tidal disaster.
That lonely figure stood on the top of the sky, looking at the tidal disaster coming from the sky. The figure was so short, but yet so majestic.
And in that monstrous tidal sea, there are thousands of gods and demons.
They're crazy, they're shouting.
They are high up and look down on all living beings.
It seemed that in their eyes, the human being blocking the way was so insignificant.
The ancient well is dead silent.
It wasn't until a long time later that Aunt Liu burst into tears, and her face burst into tears.
"Ah... An Ning finally embarked on this path. Why is there no one around him, why is there no one to accompany him? How lonely he must be, my Ning'er!"
The rest of the people were also silent, wiping their tears secretly.
When Lin Huang looked at that majestic and ancient picture, he immediately understood something...
Tidal disaster.
The man named Aning finally embarked on the road of fighting against the tide. But he still didn't understand whether the tide that the latter fought against was the tide experienced by the people in front of him or the next tide.
Lin Huang couldn't see his face.
But just by looking at his slightly thin back, he felt a strong sense of loneliness.
For all eternity and time, perhaps no one can truly understand Aning.
There are still many memory scenes in that ancient well.
But every picture is a bit broken...
What is broken is not only the picture, but also the content in the picture. Among those contents, a very rough outline of Aning's past is revealed.
Everyone saw that Aning buried himself for the ninth time with his own hands.
He once killed his beloved woman with one sword.
He walked in the demonic land and eventually became a demon. In the midst of endless depravity, his heart turned to the light and finally returned to nirvana.
He was cut into pieces by the tide gods and his soul was destroyed.
But he persisted in his obsession, he came out of silence, and he alone guarded the surging tide...
He was ultimately powerless.
When he was young, he already had red robes and white hair.
All he left to the world was his back, as if he didn't want people to see his face clearly. Perhaps his face was full of despair and confusion!
"Aning..."
Aunt Liu called again, her eyes full of distress. Maybe she didn't care at all how great the young man who walked out of Siyuan Village would be in the future.
She only felt sorry for that child, and her life was too miserable.
Lin Huang shook his head, feeling sad.
He walked from the Cangqiong Continent to the world, and then to this chaotic ancient region. Although he only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg in the long history. However... he had already seen too much sadness.
The human race... is too sad!
How many talented people died in endless sorrow and anger, but could not see the light of the human race.
Just like Aning, walking forward in the darkness, but there is no one traveling with him. There is nothingness in front of him, and no one can be seen behind him!
This, what kind of loneliness it must be.
Ahem...
Lin Huang coughed twice and dismissed the scene in the ancient well. He did not want these old people to be immersed in painful sorrow.
"Aning..."
Aunt Liu burst into tears. The moment the scene disappeared, she seemed to have lost the most important thing in her heart.
"Young man, give these memories to Xiaoliu!"
An old man spoke, his wrinkled face also covered with tears, "A Ning has been away from Shiyuan Village for too long, and it has been so long that Shiyuan Village has lost his breath. These pictures can be regarded as giving us this
A bunch of old guys, please send me a message!"
"This little guy... really dares to break in, hahaha..."
The one with the broken leg was crying and laughing at the same time. He had a strong figure and a domineering look between his eyebrows, which made people intimidated. "A Ning came out of our Shiyuan Village. It can be regarded as living up to the instructions of the adults who died in the war."
Got it!"
"It's a pity that Aning has to shoulder the tasks that we have not completed..."
An old man shook his head, his eyes full of wind and frost.
"Perhaps this is the fate of my human race!"
Jun Qingcheng on the side said, "Eternal sorrow and sorrow from generation to generation!"
He was infected by An Ning's voice and Aunt Liu's emotions, and lay down in tears uncontrollably, "But this is also the pride of my human race, never give in!"
With that said, Jun Qingcheng turned to look at Lin Huang.
She knew that perhaps the gap between herself and Lin Huang was getting wider and wider, and she could not stand at the forefront of the tide of resistance against all the races in the world like those powerful giants who had passed away in ancient times.
But she thought Lin Huang could definitely do it.
And she will definitely stand firmly behind Lin Huang, following him through life and death.
Lin Huang wiped away the tears on Jun Qingcheng's face, and then held the latter's hand. His voice was low, but full of warmth, "Don't worry, I will always be here, and the human race will always be there!"
The atmosphere in the ancient well was gloomy for a while, until the old man holding the staff recovered his mood and looked at Lin Huang again. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were much softer than before.
"Young man, can I let you have a glimpse of your cause and effect?"
The old man's vertical eyes began to glow with a divine light.
"this……"
Lin Huang hesitated slightly, "Senior, aren't you afraid of contaminating the karma of the junior? Such forbidden techniques will only make the senior..."
Lin Huang didn't say any more, but his meaning was very clear.
Although the few people in front of me are all in the seventh realm and above, their strength can be said to be extraordinary. But after all, they are just a lingering obsession, and after years of obliteration, they are like rotten wood.
If you peek into cause and effect, you will inevitably encounter the obstacles of cause and effect.
The latter may not be able to withstand it.
"When you step into the ancient well, cause and effect has already occurred. No matter whether you peek or not, it is there. And when you get the Great Silent Universe, cause and effect has already occurred with An Ning. An Ning is our child.
His cause and effect is also our cause and effect!"
The old man's voice was low, but extremely firm.
And the people around him did not stop him.
Lin Huang frowned slightly, then relaxed. He suddenly sat cross-legged in the air, letting go of all his thoughts and letting the latter investigate the cause and effect.
In just an instant, the old man raised his eyes, and a black and white divine light flashed out!
The light shrouded the forest wasteland, causing thousands of swimming starlight dust to appear in the entire ancient well...
At this moment, Lin Huang seemed to be sitting cross-legged on the Nine Heavens Galaxy.
Every particle of star dust is a cause and effect.
Jun Qingcheng's level is too low to understand the meaning of Xinghe.
But the expressions of everyone in the ancient well gradually changed.
The old man's spiritual body began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye...