The white jade dice turned into a stream of light and fell into Zhi Shou's eyebrows.
"Boom!" A powerful force that no one could control broke out in his body, setting off a wave of rage. Zhikarizhen's whole body shook violently, his wings flapped, and he rushed into the cross-shaped gap involuntarily.
The unfamiliar void opened up to him, twisting into mysterious space tubes, rotating, bumping, swallowing, and closing... In the endless distance, magnificent light bands flickered and disappeared, like pairs of dreamy twinkling stars.
Eyes.
Zhikarizhen's consciousness seemed to slow down all of a sudden, too slow to think. However, driven by the white jade dice, his body turned into a ray of green light and flew forward at the speed of lightning.
One slow and one fast, forming a strange contrast, as if his whole person was divided into two parts.
All the way through the void, various visions appeared in front of me, and they were annihilated alternately. In the next moment, the disappeared visions returned to the previous one like going backwards, as if time went back and forth, reversed and intertwined.
In an instant, Zhikarizhen flew into a spiral space pipe, surrounded by colorful lights that shuttled in and out, sometimes hot and cold, and countless vortices sometimes emerged and sometimes sank. Suddenly, the scenery changed, and he was actually in a luxurious listening bead.
In the pavilion, a red velvet flower gift box is being opened, and the beast soul inside the glass bead shines with red light.
"...back...arriving...just...just...?" After a long time, this thought came to Zhikarizhen's mind vaguely. "Boom!" There was a sudden darkness all around, and he flew out of the space pipe and returned.
Dreamlike void.
The space shook violently, and a crack suddenly opened in the front left. A giant palm that covered the sky stretched out from it. The skin was pale, and the intertwined palm lines were as deep as ravines. Thick and long black hairs like pythons were drilled out, and they poked around.
Go.
Ripples were visible in the void, and around the cracks, space fragments shattered one after another, splashing out clusters of dazzling colored light. The giant palm squeezed into the crack little by little, revealing the rotten wrist, and the flesh covered with dark green patterns moved toward
The malignant sores are curled up, pus and blood are flowing, and the malignant blisters are clustered, like densely packed huge sarcomas. One after another, foreign bodies crawl out of the bulging pustules, breathing greedily and making all kinds of strange sounds.
The crack suddenly trembled, and there was a loud "bang" sound, like thunder in the void, deafening, and incandescent light filled Zhikarizhen's vision. He vaguely heard a howl of pain, the light suddenly dispersed, and the crack had been closed. That
A huge palm was broken at the wrist, and it fell downwards with thick smoke. The fracture was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp guillotine.
The giant palm couldn't help shrinking as it fell, and streaks of light floated out from it, spinning a few times in mid-air in confusion, and slowly flying into the depths of the void, like thin needles that were strongly attracted by magnets.
Zhikarizhen crossed the stream of light and flew in the same direction. His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he saw in a trance that the void sometimes stirred up violent waves, and sometimes collapsed into a silent bottomless cave. Sometimes groups of brilliant foreign objects came from afar and flew.
Halfway through, it suddenly turned into swirling dust. Once he caught a glimpse of a gap in space, and it seemed like a huge eye was staring at him through the gap. The radiant sun and moon were rotating in his eyes, but they gave off a suffocating light.
The evil spirit...
I don't know how long it took, Zhikari completely lost consciousness, as if he had fallen into a dream. Only the eight-winged golden cicada clung to the sea of consciousness, relying on the instinct of the soul to sense changes in the outside world.
In the deepest part of the void, magnificent and magnificent light belts run through the sky and the earth, dancing in the sky, with no beginning and no end in sight. Zhi Kaizhen flew from afar and jumped into the light belt.
The eight-winged golden cicada suddenly screamed loudly, and Zhi Kaizhen was shocked suddenly. He woke up from his confusion and found that he was facing an overwhelming and boundless starry sky chessboard!
The strips of colored light are like criss-crossing chessboard lines, with countless bright and dark stars embedded in them, like black and white twins, rising and falling, changing unpredictably.
The next moment, Zhikarizhen passed through the chessboard in the starry sky. His body suddenly sank, and his eyesight turned black, as if he had fallen into an unfathomable abyss. Endless liquid enveloped him, and Zhikarizhen seemed to have returned to his mother's body, soaking in the water.
In the warm and abundant amniotic fluid, an irresistible sleepiness came over...
He seemed to have had a strange dream: he was curled up in a giant colorful fish egg, and he and thousands of other fish eggs spurted out from a bottomless spring, rolled in the turbulence, and rushed to the rivers and lakes in all directions.
The sea. Finally, he flowed into a grass pond, stopped, and floated on the water where duckweeds gathered. A few days later, several humanoid creatures discovered him and screamed in surprise. They knelt down and prayed to the sky.
, carefully lifted the fish eggs and walked into a warm, moist mud cave...
After that, the dream became intermittent. Zhikarizhen vaguely remembered that from time to time, people would come in, holding jars of colorful juice, and carefully pour it on the fish eggs. The hot juice seeped in, like the seeds of life, taking root, sprouting, and growing strong
Growing up, Zhikari really felt that he was transforming silently...
Later, a long time passed in a trance, one year, two years, five years, ten years... The number of times those humanoids entered the mud cave became less and less, and the intervals became longer and longer. He often heard them shaking their heads and sighing,
Said it was a dead egg.
A long time passed...
Inside the colorful giant fish eggs, Zikari moved slightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and his fingers involuntarily grabbed a few times. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, the light became clearer from blurry, and his consciousness was like a tide.
Come back like a rush.
In the sea of consciousness, the wings of the eight-winged golden cicada vibrated, emitting a loud and clear cry. Thirty-six stars rotated and floated, releasing unprecedented brilliance, like magnificent light ribbons, interweaving and reflecting. Zhi Shou's heart skipped a beat,
This scene is extremely familiar, but I can’t recall it.
In the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, the white jade dice was motionless and dim, as if it had exhausted all its power and fell into dormancy. Even the green dice points could not be clearly seen.
Zhikarizhen pondered for a moment, looked at the colorful fish eggs surrounding him, and slowly got up. He stepped on the egg membrane of the fish eggs, and with a "pop" sound, the egg membrane shattered, and the fish eggs turned into foam and flashed for a moment.
Dissipated into bits of broken light.
A teenage boy stood opposite, holding a jar of colored juice in his hand, staring at Shikari Makoto in amazement.
With a muffled "bang" sound, the clay pot fell from the boy's hand, and the colored juice spilled everywhere, exuding a fishy herbal fragrance.
"Awakened! He's awakened! He's not a dead egg!" He was stunned for a while, jumped up suddenly, and let out a cheer of joy. The young man's skin was dark yellow, his eyes were round, and a long yellow line hung down from his left and right brows.
His lips are thick and slightly bulging, and there are two symmetrical brown scales on the corners of his mouth, like fish gills, which open and close with breathing, shining brightly.