Li Chuan was frightened for a while. He lowered his head to see the thin threads crawling between his fingers. His hand was also a mist, but there was only the outline of a hand.
Thin lines but very clear.
He suddenly felt his stomach was pounding and his throat was choking. It was obviously just his soul that was sinking here, but he could clearly feel beads of sweat coming out.
Be steady.
Li Chuan tried his best to look at it. Maybe it was because there was no light, or maybe he was sinking into the abyss of his heart. He did not enter a mysterious state.
I tried hard to suppress my impatience.
Go back or keep moving forward?
He couldn't help but turn around, only to see pitch black. Slightly loosening the thread, he suddenly felt a cold wind seeping into his soul.
He quickly pinched the thin thread again.
The outline of the hand has recovered, but it is much blurred compared to before.
Li Chuan understood that it was the thin thread that maintained his soul.
If you can't escape, you can only move forward.
There is no way out.
Li Chuan suddenly calmed down.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally stepped into the light ahead.
So dazzling.
Only the outline of the body is left, and it seems to be more solid under the light.
He looked at the river in front of him again, and the yellow flowers that kept floating in the river. They were velvety and made of yellow floc. He then counted the unbroken threads on the handle of the basket and looked at them.
It wasn't much. As he kept counting, he suddenly forgot how many he had counted. He counted it several times and it was still the same.
Li Chuan gave up and looked at the woman by the river. At this time, she stopped and looked at him.
Her facial features are blurry.
The leader of the White Walkers? The mastermind behind the scenes? The person who planned all this?
Li Chuan's heart has turned over a thousand times.
Everyone he met along the way told him that there was nothing in the abyss of the heart. After sinking into the abyss of the heart, the physical body and soul would be separated or even disappear completely. Even immortals and even true immortals would be infected by staring into the abyss of the heart.
Huan Shuo, the risk of decay and death.
But he saw someone here.
Could it be that her level of cultivation is still above that of the True Immortal and the Ancient Immortal?
No, it won't. Among the few true ancient immortals he knows, there are some who can initiate reincarnation and establish heaven. If she were really above them, people would have become a vessel for the reproduction of white ghosts. p>
Maybe she is like a strange ghost, she can only exist in the abyss of the heart, but outside the abyss of the heart, she is reviled by heaven.
Li Chuan was thinking while waiting for the woman to speak.
Several yellow flowers were washed away in the river, and the woman finally spoke and asked, "What year is it now?"
"Tianfu 49 years?" Li Chuan replied.
"Tianfu?" The woman obviously didn't know the reign name.
"Yes, it's the Jiang Dynasty now." Li Chuan replied, and then waited for the other party's reaction.
"Dajian Dynasty?"
Obviously, she doesn't know about Da Jiang Chao. Can we think that she is in Xinyuan and knows nothing about the outside world?
After a while, the woman asked again: "Have you ever heard of the name Zhong Bayi?"
"No." Li Chuan replied.
"Where is Wen Tianyu?" the woman continued to ask.
Li Chuan shook his head.
The woman then mentioned several names, but Li Chuan had never heard of them.
Although he couldn't see her facial features or expression, Li Chuan could still feel her loss.
The woman turned her head and looked at the undulating yellow flowers in the river, seeming to sigh silently.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman finally spoke out again, "Haven't you remembered your mission?"
"What?" Li Chuan looked confused.
"As expected," the woman picked up a yellow flower, "No wonder you cut off all the silk threads. You have forgotten. Are you from here too?"
What does it mean?
Is he also a White Walker?
His mind went back and forth a thousand times, but there was only confusion on his face. He shook his head and said: "I don't remember anything. I found that all my companions were parasitized by White Walkers, so I eradicated White Walkers for them."
He asked: "Am I also a ghost?"
Then, he saw the yellow flowers in the woman's hands slowly floating towards him. He resisted not to run away and let the yellow flowers float in front of him.
He looked at the yellow flocs that made up the ground flowers, and he found that the flocs were moving.
"After I fell into the abyss of my heart, I discovered these little things. They were constantly replicating and spreading." The woman explained.
"I have observed them for a long time and found that although they will be decomposed by the fog, there will always be a little bit left, and the remaining bit will still continue to replicate and spread."
"So I cast deep silk threads in the abyss of my heart."
"I have sown a total of 930 million Abyss Silks to guide them to leave here through the surge of the Heart Abyss. As long as they stay outside, I have not completely disconnected from the outside."
"It's just that they always come back, carrying fragments of memories, emotions and souls, and the heart abyss will break down everything. So a new reincarnation begins again."
It turns out that it was because of her that the White Walkers got the chance to leave here.
The woman continued: "I have been waiting for too long."
Li Chuan looked at himself. Could it be that there was a deep thread connecting this place in his sea of consciousness?
Not long ago, he looked at himself with a demon mirror and found that there was no transparent wing on his soul.
Thinking about it, he suddenly became really confused. Who is he? Li Chuan? Which Li Chuan? Or a White Walker?
So he asked: "Where is the silk on my body?"
"It's right in the sea of your consciousness." The woman said.
Li Chuan touched his eyebrows and found no thin lines.
Is she dazzled?
"Although you took the initiative to cut it off, you didn't completely remove it. I can still feel it."
That’s right.
Wait! He didn’t pinch himself!
Was her feeling wrong, or was there something in his sea of consciousness that made her mistake him for Yuan Si?
The woman repeated again, "I've been waiting for too long. If your soul can persist up to this point and hasn't been separated yet, you must be a great person outside, right?"
"No, I...I don't have any power outside." Li Chuan answered honestly.
"What hit?"
"You can't beat the chicken." Li Chuan explained.
"Your body can probably accommodate a trace of my spiritual thoughts." The woman didn't believe his words at all and then said like a promise: "When I get outside, I will help you get out. After all, this body in this life will not be of any use to you.
Important."
Then, Li Chuan really saw a thread extending from the woman's fingertips and flying towards the center of his eyebrows.
She is lying to him.
Li Chuan realized this, and she wanted to use his soul to leave here, deliberately lying to him that he also came from here.
He tried to avoid it, but found that he couldn't move at all. He saw a thin line passing between his eyebrows, and then his body began to retreat continuously in the mist.
No wonder she talks so much.
The light disappeared again, and his thinking gradually became sluggish, as if solidified by darkness.
In the end, he fell into an endless whirlpool of darkness and was unable to extricate himself.
Zhizhizhi.
What is that sound?
By the way, there is a little mouse sleeping in his sea of consciousness.