Ye Xiaochuan felt very mysterious at this moment. The tearing pain of broken bones and inserted into muscles suddenly disappeared.
The whole body felt light and airy, as if the soul had left the body.
In front of you is a strange lavender world. The purple light you see with the naked eye is not really purple. If you look closely at it, you can find that every tiny purple stream of light is mixed with multiple colors.
Different colors come together to create a lavender light.
Soon, a magical purple stream of light attracted Ye Xiaochuan's attention.
That light was filled with the magic power of an artifact, as if it were a beam of living light.
Ziguang also discovered that Ye Xiaochuan was looking at it, so it floated towards Ye Xiaochuan.
Then, like a purple python, it wrapped around Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan, who was almost crushed into a meat pie and had dozens of broken bones, slowly sat up.
All the broken bones are being reset and healed at a terrifying speed.
A moment ago, Ye Xiaochuan was seriously injured and dying.
In just a dozen breaths, all of Ye Xiaochuan's injuries were healed.
The spiritual power of purple light entered his body, like tiny tentacles, exploring every corner of Ye Xiaochuan's body.
Ye Xiaochuan did not feel any pain or discomfort, but felt unprecedentedly comfortable.
Where the purple light flows, every cell is cool and cool.
Those streamers first explored Ye Xiaochuan's divine sea, meridians, and Dantian, and finally seemed to have discovered Ye Xiaochuan's biggest secret.
Acupuncture points.
As a result, countless tiny purple streams of light in Ye Xiaochuan's body began to gather around the 360 acupuncture points all over his body.
The acupuncture points that were originally ordinary turned purple.
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the purple stream of light full of spirituality, and already knew in his heart that this was the first spiritual treasure in creation that all the top bosses coveted, the Light of Hongmeng!
In the past, Ye Xiaochuan thought that the light of Hongmeng was just a ray of light. What was so powerful about it? Why did the heaven and the underworld fight to the death because of such a beam of light?
At this moment, the light of Hongmeng healed his serious injuries in an instant, and he realized that the top bosses in the Three Realms were right. This light did possess the magical spiritual power of creation and regeneration.
Ye Xiaochuan called Ye Cha, wanting to ask the Heavenly Grandfather something about the Light of Hongmeng.
Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation level is good, and his knowledge is much higher than that of his peers. However, the light of Hongmeng has gone beyond his cognitive scope, so he still has to ask Ye Cha, the former Great Sumeru, for advice.
However, he called several times but did not hear Ye Cha's voice.
This shocked Ye Xiaochuan.
It was not that he was worried that the remaining soul of Ye Cha would disappear under the impact of the Hongmeng Light, but that he suddenly realized in his heart that what he was facing at this moment might not be a real world.
Just as the thought of doubt arose, the light purple light wrapped around his body tightened suddenly like a python wrapping around its prey.
At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan really felt the endless sense of oppression. This thing was not like a tangible and insubstantial light at all, but more like the fairy rope in the hands of a cultivator.
Ye Xiaochuan mobilized all his true energy to break free from the shackles of the Hongmeng Light.
However, what he was facing was the Light of the Grand Meng. No matter how powerful the true energy Ye Xiaochuan released, the Light of the Grand Meng would rebound exponentially.
Ye Xiaochuan felt that he would be cut into several pieces by the Light of the Grand Meng at any time. The spiritual power he had cultivated, among the three thousand avenues, had no way to deal with the Light of the Grand Meng, the source of all laws.
Soon, Ye Xiaochuan was like a mortal who had lost his cultivation, being choked by the light of the grand mist. At the same time, his consciousness began to gradually blur.
When he was dying, Ye Xiaochuan remembered the previous words between the dark crow and the bloodthirsty sea louse.
If you cannot refine the Light of Hongmeng yourself, then you will be refined by the other party.
If you fail, you have only one idea.
The key to the problem now is that Ye Xiaochuan doesn't know how to refine the light of Hongmeng.
It's like if you asked me to learn the dog-beating stick method, in addition to arranging a dozen vicious dogs for me, shouldn't you also give me a stick?
It is said that before a person dies, his entire life will flash through his mind in just a short moment.
At this moment, vivid images were flashing rapidly in Ye Xiaochuan's mind.
From his birth, to the blood slave throwing him out, to the little fox demon picking him up, Cangyun learning skills, showing off his power in the end of the world, and every moment with the beautiful fairy in white...
Decades of memories flashed by in just one or two breaths, too fast to catch any fragment.
There were too many regrets in his life.
There are too many people that he cannot let go of.
But what can he do?
His life is coming to an end and he can only leave this dirty world with regrets.
Ye Xiaochuan's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and were slowly closing. His powerful soul and perception were slowly dissipating.
Just when he was about to take his last breath, voices sounded in his ears one after another.
"Xiaochuan, I raised a child bride for you, don't waste it."
This was the voice of his mother, Fairy Liuyun. Over the years, he had dreamed of her countless times in his dreams.
The day mother and son recognized each other, they were separated forever. He never fulfilled his filial duty at his mother's knees for a day. This was Ye Xiaochuan's biggest regret in his life.
"You brat, what are you looking at? If you look at it again, I'll dig out your eyeballs..."
This is the sound of Baili Yuan.
Just like returning to the time when they first met, facing Ye Xiaochuan's blatant and unscrupulous stare at her turbulent waves, Baili Yuan issued the most severe threat to Ye Xiaochuan.
"Brother Xiaochuan, I want to borrow thirty taels of silver from the Sa family to buy some wine."
"Boss, I can't use this tiger whip, so you should eat it..."
"Xiaochuan, don't embarrass me..."
A familiar voice echoed in Ye Xiaochuan's ears.
Finally, it was the cold female voice.
"Ogawa, one day, if you and I draw our swords at each other like the previous six masters of the two swords, will you kill me?"
Yun Qiyou's voice was cold and gentle, which broke a certain barrier in Ye Xiaochuan's heart.
"No! I can't die! I can't die!"
There are too many things on his shoulders, and in this prosperous world, there are still many people he cannot let go of.
He can't just die like this!
A strong desire to survive instantly filled Ye Xiaochuan's body and mind, and his eyes that had been almost completely closed slowly opened again.
It was like a villain transformed from Ye Xiaochuan's soul, trying hard to open his closed eyes.
When a faint purple light once again appeared in his pupils, an illusory and ethereal voice appeared in his mind. "Xiaochuan, close your eyes, come to mother, and we will never be separated again..."