The first thousand three hundred and eighty-three chapters, who to talk to
It's dark.
Someone's punch seemed to take away the light from the world.
Light is what people pursue. It is the source of warmth that brings to the world.
Whoever fulfills the truth will enter the light. But everything has changed at this moment.
This is who fulfills the darkness, this is the truth!
Regardless of whether it is evil or not, whoever has overwhelming momentum, who is more powerful, and whoever has a harder fist is the truth.
At this moment, the sky, the blood-red sky, and the stagnant flow of the Black River are no longer there. There is only deep black as far as the eye can see.
The light is broken, then who can possess this truth?
In the darkness, there was only the howling of the wind and the sound of countless pieces rolling up and cracking. It seemed like...the world was really shattered.
How terrifying this is. The rules and systems here are far beyond those of the outside world. Even the peak existences of immortality are difficult to shake. However, with just such a punch, all the light is extracted, and the world here collapses.
In the darkness, no one could see it. But based on the sound alone, how could one not hear this unprecedented loudness?
This is a land of rules that is superior to a vast and vast place. It is a vast and vast place with immeasurable areas. After all, there are a few such areas, but not many, only extremely rare. Perhaps, there are only a few places.
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However, this place collapsed. With just one punch, it collapsed into ashes.
The light disappeared, but people thousands of miles away could still hear other sounds in the wind.
In addition to the sounds of countless cracking fragments, there was also burning in the wind.
Those are fireworks.
It is a blazing firework that can only be heard, but cannot be seen.
This punch drew away the darkness. Therefore, even fireworks could not light up this darkness.
Perhaps, from now on, there will be no light here. There will only be this boundless blackness, this endless darkness.
Perhaps, there is a rotating landscape here, covered with blazing fireworks. This is the thick fierce flames laid down over countless years, or perhaps it is the unwilling roar of millions of creatures who were sacrificed in batches after death.
This is the accumulation of one life after another and one corpse after another. It is the intention to die and the resentment. In a sense, it even exceeds the four extreme evils.
But, is there really something in this world that is beyond this heinous crime?
This is obviously impossible. The most heinous crime is the greatest evil. How can it exceed the greatest evil?
The fusion of these unwilling creatures and their grievances was earth-shattering. The fury of the storm emerged from the cracks and tore the entire world apart.
Although, this darkness blocked everything. I couldn't see this roar.
Perhaps, there is a thick fog under the darkness, a hundred thousand thick fog that permeates the whole world, even those three words in blood. It is a storm roaring in the thick fog, rolling up the sky thousands of miles away, and tearing it apart.
This storm rolled up countless fragments of the void. With a shocking roar, and in the loud rumbling sound, they rushed towards a certain figure.
Then, there seemed to be another punch. It was muffled and weak at first, but soon became louder and louder. In just a moment, it shook the entire sky again.
People heard the waves of the sea. It was a huge surge that rolled suddenly, as if there was an evil spirit inside, roaring and sweeping everything with boundless anger.
Perhaps the waves of the sea are nothing compared to this.
Or maybe, someone is just riding a boat. Facing this rush, he remains as still as a mountain. In that person's eyes, maybe it's just a stone that fell into the river and made a splash.
Then, people heard another sigh, as if this ebb and flow was extremely short-lived, and they were helpless about it.
"Who should I talk to about this matter?"
Someone murmured softly, with sadness and pity. Amidst the countless explosions, someone spoke.
In this darkness, there are thirteen figures hidden. These are the most powerful and pinnacle existences in this world that has not yet begun. Even if the world begins, they are still the most powerful.
A total of thirteen statues. This is a legend. This is the peak that only existed in the last taboo era.
This is the supreme being in the era of taboos. Who dares to disrespect him? Who can challenge him?
All we have to face is being ruthlessly destroyed, with our bodies and souls scattered. Nothing can be left.
The sound of the waves shook, and the initial muffled sound turned into an echo. After the fragments, there was another sound of breaking, and then it exploded. It was completely destroyed, and nothing could be left. It was too much.
horrible.
Suddenly, another red light rose from high in the sky.
This is a dim word in blood, one after another, and another after another. Those three ominous scarlet words in blood are ultimately difficult to cover.
However, the sound was muffled again, plunging the newly lit world into darkness once again.
One punch, another punch. The sound was soft and muffled. The thirteen terrifying beings hidden in the darkness finally took action.
When these beings take action, everything will be wiped out.
When they appear, it will be difficult for this world to escape.
But, then, there was another sigh.
"Who can I talk to about this matter?"
The helplessness is getting thicker and the sadness is getting deeper and deeper.
But who is this helplessness for? Who is this sadness for?
Is it yourself or others?
Perhaps, it is one of both.
This helplessness is for those who died buried in this darkness. Not only here, but everywhere in the world, there are people who helplessly sacrificed their lives.
Perhaps, I have not become one of them. But the people around me have unfortunately become one of them.
Is this being abandoned by the world? Or is it a general trend and becoming a theorem? This is the truth of how the world works?
He was unlucky, and the unlucky people around him became unlucky.
It's just that these misfortunes are those people who are willing to become misfortunes after all. Just so that they can continue to allow the truth to circulate in the world where they are.
So, what about here?
The man in the darkness still didn't understand the meaning of this misfortune. Is it just to prove that even if you make a mistake at every step, as long as you believe that you are the truth, you can walk on the path you originally wanted to take?
Perhaps, there is a secret here that can reverse the wrong path.
But the man in the darkness has given up. Since he has taken the wrong path, he will turn back and find the right shore.
He wants to go the same way again.
"The world is wasting away, and the beginning is gone. Is there still the innocent song from the beginning..."
In the darkness, the man was asking himself.
But here, no one can answer.
Being able to walk alone in the tide of the ocean is full of suffering in the world.
Are you being submerged? Or are you still taking a leisurely stroll despite the huge waves? Strolling here?
There was a sudden fragrance in the air.
Then, in the darkness, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the fragrance floated thousands of miles away. It came like catkins, like sand and dust, like snow.
So, the sky was filled with moonlight.
Someone created a light, stood on a big boat named Mingyue, faced the storm and waves, and received a punch from the air.
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Who can I tell my thoughts to? This world is wasting away, and the beginning is gone. Do I still have the original song of innocence? This is what I ask myself. My wings are broken, and it seems that I really have no energy to write. I really lost to reality. I
I want to marry the one I love, but her parents want me to provide her with a guarantee. So, I discussed saving money with my loved one and making a down payment. However, it costs 300,000 yuan. At present, my family simply cannot afford it.
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So, I traveled thousands of miles and came to Chengdu just so that my relatives could help me and borrow money when I was in trouble. They would be deducted from my salary in the coming year. No more, no less, four thousand five thousand a month. It was much more than my manuscript fee. But,
It was promised from the beginning that food and accommodation would be included.
Finally, you have to be responsible for your own food. I'm afraid, there is no such thing as giving tens of thousands more if you earn more, because the market is very bad this year and their business is not good. In such a big city, no matter how much you save, you can only save a few thousand.
Three thousand and five. Two people together can only get sixty or seventy thousand.
I am not willing to give in. I have always wanted to write the story I want to write and the longing in my heart. But I am still unwilling to give up. The person I love will eventually become a regret in this life under the oppression of my family. Dreams and love, what should I choose?
Who. I had the answer from the beginning. What do dreams mean in front of love? My dreams did not give me food and clothing.
I really don’t have much energy now. I don’t have any vacations or physical work. It’s almost ten o’clock every day after I get off work, cook, finish eating, wash dishes, and take a shower. Every chapter has to be squeezed out day by day. I have to squeeze out every chapter every day.
, are all being written. However, it still takes several days before there is a chapter with more than 2,000 words.
I've read reviews of this book, and the best one was written in a tweet.
The wonderful thing about this book is that it is different from other cultivation novels, but it may only have a skeleton, but it is like a person with flesh and blood, and it is present throughout the text.
Emotions, not just "upgrade to overcome difficulties and pick up treasures" mentioned in the mysterious true novel. Love, friendship, love and perseverance create great karma and goodness, and also create "enlightened millions"
"Objects, containing the mysterious wisdom of ultimate rationality"... Each volume will have some passionate battles, or heart-breaking sadness, or dreams of truth, or a well-thought-out causal relationship... There will always be some feeling,
Especially the reason. Therefore, the relationship between the characters is fully developed. In the current fast-food reading habit of online texts, have you ever calmed down and experienced the precipitation between the lines?
I know that my story does not conform to the current trend. It is difficult for people nowadays to settle down.
It’s just that my vision is that everyone can be like the protagonist, who has gone through the frivolity of youth and the precipitation of time. He has love for his family, relatives, and even the people around him. A family regards the world as its home, no matter how much it is.
Sweep the snow in front of the door.
In this world, there are always people who are willing to sacrifice their lives and fight one after another, sacrificing their lives for everyone. But there are also people who are indifferent and just want to protect themselves. When writing this book, I have been thinking, if the world we live in
, encountering an unprecedented disaster, then how many people will come forward.
Just like this year's virus. The motherland we live in is generous and generous. However, in some places, it is for its own interests, not the current chaos, but just for itself.
What would happen if everyone could stand up in the face of disaster and avoid adding insult to injury?
However, this is still a wishful thinking. It is only in my mind.
Here, I would like to thank several book friends. Even with this update, they still support me.
Thanks to Feng Shui for reincarnation, thanks to the most beautiful moonlight, my favorite people, thanks to enjoy Haoling, and those friends who have never left me and followed me for many years.
No matter what, I will let this book come to an end. However, it will take a little longer. I also want to have both love and dreams, but this is still a wishful thinking. Therefore, I must capture it elsewhere.