Under the World Tree, Yi Chun lost his divine glory and wild power.
The golden color fades away, revealing its true colors...
Yi Chun stared into the void, and the void illuminated his appearance.
At this moment, he returned to the form he had when he was still a mortal.
That face, which occupied perhaps less than one ten thousandth of the time he was currently experiencing, calmly stared at the vast universe.
In the great realm that cannot be seen by ordinary things, the power of time surges in like a tide.
Just like a flock of birds witnessing the birth of a phoenix, like a flock of fish gathering around the baby dragon.
It is intersection, interweaving, and supreme bloom...
Yi Chun closed his eyes slightly, falling into a transcendent silence that was different from the stasis of time.
There was a faint rustling sound of chains being rubbed from time to time.
Is it a prison?
Yi Chun rejected this answer.
He was born whole and was never a prisoner.
That should be the surging and powerful echo in him like the pulse in his body!
Then, light emerged from the darkness.
It's like suddenly going from cold, dry air to warm, moist pool water.
Indescribable comfort and relief, a kind of drowsy, complete sleep gradually emerged...
There, an old man looked kindly at the old cat next to him.
There, the injured looked at the figure in front of him with gratitude.
There is also trembling fear and despair in the darkness.
There are also bloody, ecstatic duels and fights.
Under the lead-colored sky, repeated attempts were made over and over again in vain.
In the emerald dream, there are failures and arduous trials again and again.
That's his past...
Shrouded in the icy mist, looking back seems a bit unreal and vague...
And now, he will take that step...
He will embrace his imperfect self...
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"teacher?"
The shouts of the students below brought the old lecturer who was in a daze on the stage back to reality.
His old face stared deeply at these young students, who could more or less name them.
I secretly reviewed the teaching progress in my mind.
It's neither too early nor too late, and it won't delay their studies.
"Ring ring ring..."
At this moment, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
At first I felt irritated, but now I feel a bit reluctant to let go.
"Let's stop here."
The old lecturer folded the manuscript in half and marked it without packing it away.
He just looked at the students again and then walked out slowly.
The sharp-edged auxiliary lines on the blackboard seem to have a somewhat decisive meaning.
Behind me, I saw a student whose lecturer had forgotten his lesson plan and was picking it up to chase after him.
When I went out again, I saw a hustle and bustle, but no sign of the old lecturer...
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"Tie your hair up! Didn't I tell you before?"
The instructor scolded several girls who were hanging down. The boys who were eavesdropping near the lathe in the distance couldn't help but smile at each other.
The weather was so hot that the fan in the internship workshop made the wind smell hot.
Naturally, the few little girls who had never experienced hardship couldn't help it.
The sound of coolant pouring from the machine tool next door was quite dull in the slightly closed internship base.
However, what dominates everything is the sound of filing.
It was a subtle smell mixed with sweat and iron filings.
Here, gender has been blurred into the difference of hair volume.
The instructor stared at a few boys who were holding saw blades and practicing fiercely with iron tuo for a long time.
After discovering that a boy had been sawing backwards for a long time, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and gave him a small slap on the back of the head.
I've been practicing for several days, and I still haven't figured out the pros and cons of zigzag. Apparently I skipped a lot of classes before.
Suddenly, the instructor's body visibly paused.
The student who had been paying attention to him with his peripheral vision hurriedly put down the thing in his hand.
But his hands were stained with sweat and oil. Seeing that the instructor was still standing, he only made an attempt to support him.
The instructor rarely reprimanded him, but just told him to go back and put away the caliper hanging on the iron lump.
If you encounter an accident in the future, remember to take care of your belongings first.
Under the slightly worried gazes of the students, the instructor left smoothly.
Amid the heated discussion, the cicadas chirping outside the window seemed to become brighter...
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"do you like me?"
The girl stared at the boy in front of her and said.
The boy murmured for a long time and made nonsense without any logic.
So, as a matter of course, I got a wave of girls leaving.
But what does liking mean?
The boy stood there and thought in a daze.
It seems to be different from the green but easy-to-say words from my student days.
It becomes heavy and stagnant, no longer the light watercolor that can be waved at the tip of the pen.
It is sticky plaster that wraps the past in a thick shell and condenses the future into what it should be.
But is that the answer?
Boys don't know.
He couldn't give an answer...
Just like a bird that is born to fly freely, adding another pair of wings is more like a redundant repetition.
It may fly higher, or it may fall from the sky, and it may no longer be able to shuttle freely between fields and trees.
Suddenly, there was some kind of call coming from far away.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:
"I haven't found the answer yet."
He murmured.
The next moment, it disappeared in the bright red twilight...
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too much……
too much…………
The images that come from the intersection of endless time, and the ups and downs of singing in endless life.
Some people are sighing a farewell, while others are lamenting two or three sad songs.
In the fun, the firecrackers are as good as ever, and the clock sounds quietly in the morning and evening.
Human life is so entangled and profound.
It is not as long-lasting as words, it only revolves around in words and whispers.
Affection and love, desire and greed.
It will eventually end in the silent whisper of the night, and it will eventually end in the silence under the pale twilight.
what is love?
Yi Chun's originally closed eyes slowly opened, and the mortal brown background and the divine golden color completed the blend.
Endless incarnations are now overlapped in the same concept.
At this moment, a playful piece of fluff separated from Yi Chun's body.
It turned into a smart butterfly and flew through the dark and deep void.
It flies over the heads of the playful students, and it flies over the gazes of those looking at the mountains.
It fell on a white finger, then fluttered its wings and flew into the sky...
What is love? The elders know that they are at a loss.
This is also the answer...
So it was done.
No smallpox fell from the sky, no clear spring spewed from the rocks.
There was no praise, let alone a big bell.
It's just that it's a place that is engraved in the multiverse and has no trace of it.
The name Yi Chun is even more profound...
Yi Chun stood quietly in the void, with a faint light like a halo emerging behind him.
That is neither virtue nor blessing.
It is the stubbornness of the mountains and the earth, the foundation stone that carries life and all things...
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"Comprehensive network camp reminder: Based on the promotion of the unit of this camp to the great being (high legendary life) template, this camp will automatically transform into a multiverse super-large force camp."
Many online players who were contributing to the liver camp fell into deep thought when they saw the highlighted information suddenly popping up on their retinas.
What did the elder do again? Confused face.jpg
My camp...is automatically upgraded again?
Is there a promotion gift limited time explosion rate up event (cute new claws)?
