Master Yukong’s expression flashed, and then he nodded and said with a smile: “Then I will give you a place!”
At this moment, the master of the hospital had already decided who would own that special quota.
But at the same time, Master Yukong also secretly sent a message to Xue Nu, reminding: "This remaining quota originally belonged to the alchemist in the end of the world. Now it is yours to enjoy. I hope you will give an explanation to that alchemist in the future."
, it is best to help him escape from the sea of suffering."
"This is his..." Snow Girl's beautiful eyes flashed with some brilliance, then she turned around and disappeared.
Master Yukong showed a hint of amusement and thought to himself, this should be considered as leaving a glimmer of hope for the brat.
In the endless darkness, a figure is falling.
Yang Di didn't know how long he had been falling. He only knew that he had been lost from the moment he fell.
"What's wrong with me..." In confusion, Yang Di roared in his chest, his voice was dull, as if he was struggling.
He couldn't open his eyes, and even his consciousness was in chaos, drifting in confusion, as if he had lost self-control.
The only thing that's clear to me is that I'm falling!
This feeling is terrifying, as if a meteor falling from the sky has lost its trajectory and cannot find the dawn of landing. The momentary fireworks stay in the endless darkness and silence, feeling the eternal withering silently.
Yang Di had never been so hesitant and helpless as at this moment. He didn't even know if he was still alive, and his mind gradually forgot what he had done before he fell.
What's even more frightening is that with the passage of time, Yang Di subconsciously gradually got used to this feeling, like giving up on himself after being lonely. Gradually, Yang Di felt as if he was transforming into a part of the dark abyss, and his body was...
It's cold and the consciousness is becoming empty.
He seemed powerless to stop all this, and even resigned to it, with a devilish voice echoing in his heart: Just live forever in this way!
"No! I can't do this. I can't be lost here forever. I still have a lot of things that I have to do. They are still waiting for me..."
In cold despair, Yang Di gritted his teeth and roared, full of unwillingness. Just as his consciousness was about to cool down, a glimmer of light emerged in his mind.
Regardless of his status as a monk, Yang Di is more like a mortal in his heart. He has too many concerns and often cannot pursue anything without any distractions.
However, at this moment, those thoughts that were constantly being cut and confused saved him. It was beyond the scope of motivation, and it was more like a self-return that was destined for some time.
Although he still couldn't open his eyes, Yang Di's eyes were no longer dark, and the light and shadow of a prosperous city emerged. Every moment with Su Yu, the crazy girl, and the others were unforgettable. The scene quickly regressed, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to that quiet small village.
.
Wuli Village is still peaceful, it is another late freezing morning, and the snow is covered with snow. But compared with a few years ago, it is now prosperous. The few brick houses have been demolished, and new and neat buildings are constantly rising. The village
Surrounding, medicinal gardens are lined up in patches, and migrant workers are working there. Even in the snowy weather, they are managed in an orderly manner.
This place is no longer poor and backward. At first glance, it is full of wealth and hope. When you zoom in closer, you can vaguely see the little faces of the villagers.
The pictures gathered again, and the Yang family's old house was vividly visible. The yard had been renovated a lot, but it still retained the antique flavor. Grandpa was smoking a dry cigarette on the kang, and his parents came back from a hard work. At this time, a charming and bright figure came forward and smiled.
Yingying patted the snow off the two elders' bodies.
That woman was still beautiful, but she was a little more mature and virtuous than she had been many years ago. She took good care of the family. She looked up inadvertently, with a little sparkle in her beautiful eyes. It was the yearning for the one she belonged to in her heart.
The person I long for is far away...
In a trance, Yang Di was stunned. All of this was an illusion, but it was so real. Moreover, Yang Di inexplicably believed that in the real world, all of this was really happening. All of this was his own achievement. The difference was that
Now others are harvesting the fruits of joy for him and waiting for him unswervingly.
The hot tears made his eyes scorch. Yang Di wanted to see the light more fervently than ever before. There was no light in the endless dark abyss, but Yang Di rediscovered that persistent hope.
He suddenly opened his eyes, but the boundless darkness around him was still there. Yang Di was in a daze, as if thousands of reincarnations had passed. This time he opened his eyes, it seemed that he had exhausted all his life's energy.
"This is the true self..." Yang Di murmured to himself, not in a hurry to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, because his heart was inexplicably nostalgic for this kind of return without any impurities.
The road is vast and ruthless, and there are piles of bones on the path of ruthless cultivation. I don’t know since when, Yang Di has become accustomed to the flash of swords.
Those days of fighting and killing can make a person strong and determined, but it can also make a person's heart as solid as stone, and he can take people's lives without fear of even a flick of the sword.
Even for a long time, Yang Di believed that this was the right path.
Yang Di has reminded herself who she is countless times, but reality and bizarre experiences have distorted this persistence. I don’t know since when, Yang Di has become accustomed to being lonely, and is gradually drifting away from those people in the past.
Gradually, I lost my former self.
All this may not be anyone's fault. Many times, you can't help yourself when you are in the arena. The vast and boundless world of cultivation is a wonderful arena.
But now, what really guides him to escape from the abyss of despair is his true self. That state of mind is not perfect and is incompatible with the mind of a monk, but it has a firm and simple belief.
"I will go back, I will definitely..." Yang Di gritted his teeth and swore secretly, feeling tired as never before in his heart.
After all, the passionate life of breaking through the mortal world with a sword and conquering all sentient beings with a smile was not what he really wanted.
The falling strong wind quietly dried the tears in the corners of his eyes. The surroundings were silent and nothing could be seen except the boundless darkness.
Yang Di was already awake, but he was still falling. He seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit. That feeling was more terrifying than falling into the eighteenth level of hell.
Falling into hell, at least he knew where he was. At this moment, Yang Di didn't know where he would fall.
That kind of mood was so unsettling that Yang Di was even willing to fall into the abyss at the next moment and break into pieces to know the result, rather than be helpless in such a single and lonely melody.
Someone once said that when you would rather die than face something, it means that you have encountered the biggest ups and downs in your life, which makes you feel extremely hopeless.
This is Yang Di's current mood. In a daze, with this melody, it seems that time will not even flow.
"Cold and desperate... It turns out that this is the most terrifying demon in the abyss. There is a dark abyss in everyone's heart, and there is a demon hidden in the abyss!" Yang Di had a clear understanding and frowned for a long time in silence.
He rediscovered the forgotten persistence in his heart and saw the dawn of hope in his true self.
But that was only a spiritual hope, and now, the cold darkness here really existed. Yang Di felt like he had been exiled to the end of the sky, isolated from the world, and he couldn't figure out how to go back.
A person is falling continuously in the cold darkness, with nothing at his feet, only fear and unknown. This kind of situation is really not something that ordinary people can bear.
Yang Di was afraid that this situation would never end, which was the source of ultimate fear. Moreover, with the passage of time, Yang Di was even more worried that the confidence he had finally regained would be worn away bit by bit.
At this point, Yang Di even regretted the previous encounter. He was in a lot of dangers and was unable to defeat many powerful enemies. There was almost no chance of victory, but it was not without a chance to fight.
And to say the least, even if he died in front of people like Lang Ping and Yan Gongzi, he still tried his best, unlike now where he couldn't see a result and was always confused in the unknown and hesitation.
"It must not be like this. Everything has an opposite side. This is an abyss of endless darkness. It just awakened the devil in my heart and sealed my consciousness. It never made me die. There must be a way out."
Yang Di encouraged himself. He no longer looked around unnecessarily, nor did he deliberately feel the falling tendency under his feet. Since he was a rootless duckweed, he simply found the answer in the drifting petals.
Yang Di sank into his heart and recited Xiaoshensuan's comments silently over and over again. To a certain extent, he accepted the conclusion of destiny, but he was not limited by it.
If fate has pushed him to doom, then what Yang Di has to do now is to find a glimmer of hope in the darkest days.
"The devil of the abyss is the beginning of another reincarnation. He is waiting for you in the dark, and you also need the light in his hand to illuminate the dark and boundless road ahead..."
When a person's mind is completely free of distracting thoughts, the same scenery will have a different taste. Yang Di recalled the naughty child's words, and his eyes lit up in a daze.
"What the naughty kid means is that I am destined to come here to look for something..." Yang Di touched his chin and wondered, "What exactly is it? Except for the air and dark tones, there is not a single hair here...
"
Yang Di had already guessed that he had fallen into a strange space, perhaps leaving his original world plane and being exiled to an abandoned corner.
Because, after falling down, any means in Yang Di's hands can no longer send signals to the outside.
Suddenly, Yang Di's eyes widened and his hand unconsciously touched the Qiankun Talisman.
Yang Di gave almost all the clues he had obtained from the higher-ups of the Immortal Academy to Xuelin and the others, except for the broken halberd he still carried with him.
This was the purpose of his trip to find the Devil's Abyss, but everything he experienced later exceeded Yang Di's expectations and almost made him lost.
"It seems that the master of the hospital and their understanding of the Demonic Abyss are quite narrow and unreal. I still need to trace everything back to its source."
Yang Di sighed, and took out the mysterious broken halberd very seriously. He was a smart man, and he had already figured out many problems after thinking about it before and after.
However, after the broken halberd was taken out, the surroundings were still quiet, and nothing suspicious appeared. Even the broken halberd itself was very peaceful, with a strange light flowing, but it was limited to his surroundings.
"If the owner of this broken halberd had also fallen to this place, I wonder how he is doing now..." Yang Di couldn't help but guess that this question made him a little helpless.
The experience just now made Yang Di realize the horror of the Demonic Abyss. Yang Di did not think that because the existence in the past was powerful, he could avoid all this.
It should be said that on the contrary, as a monk, Yang Di is very aware of the horror of inner demons. Often, the more powerful a person is, the more terrifying the delusional self will be after being lost, and it will be more difficult to find the true self.
"What should I do..." Yang Di was a little confused. Everything seemed to be in a dead end.
He is here, unable to fall left and right, and it is difficult to move forward, left, and right. In fact, such movement has limited meaning.
In short, there is only so much Yang Di can do in this situation. If there is no miracle, this is still a dead end.
"Forget it, let's get some sleep first..." Yang Di thought hard to no avail, so he simply gave up and walked back, closing his eyes weakly.
Although he was falling all the time, Yang Di was not worried at all about suddenly falling to the ground while falling asleep.
That will only make him more excited.
And doing this does not mean that Yang Di has given up struggling. This is the approach of a wise man. He has just found his true self, simply relaxes further, and takes his time as he pleases.
Subconsciously, Yang Di believed that as his mental state continued to recover, there would eventually be a breakthrough. What he had to do now was to stay calm and patient.
The world of cultivation is turbulent, and variables that affect cultivation civilization have emerged. In the world of Dharma-ending and modern civilized society, it has not been so quiet these years, but the general public cannot feel it.
In the United States, a group of people hurried over in a helicopter to a cathedral outside Los Angeles.
Guy, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D., appeared in person, dressed in black, cold and calm, and they brought an important document to Master Minnow.
The document was only one page. To be precise, it was an ancient scroll with ancient Western writings of sacred authority on it. It was like an oath, exuding a solemn atmosphere and powerful magical blessing.
In the West, this kind of scroll is called the Holy Alliance Book. In the ancient past, during the heyday of Western cultivation civilization, it was an important token of alliance between tribes. It upheld the creed of trust, respect, and selfless dedication, and spurned all betrayals.
and conspiracy.
A long time ago, elves and orcs used it to form an alliance with humans to fight against the demon soldiers from hell.
According to ancient legends, anyone who betrays the sacred covenant will receive the most vicious curse and will never be able to escape.
Before the helicopter landed, Master Mino had already walked out of the church. Today he was wearing a retro robe. He looked like a wise and loving elder, exuding an aura of authority and solemnity.