What is the identity of each person in different reincarnations and different restarts?
What state is each soul in in different worlds, different lives and deaths?
Before he realized the past life, Wang Baole didn't understand all this, and he didn't even have similar questions in his cognition. But after realizing the past life, he began to think about these issues.
He wants to know the answer, he doesn't want to exist, he wants to exist.
He wants to know the truth. He doesn't want to be just a building block in different universes and reincarnations. He doesn't want to appear in different locations again and again. He wants to live and understand.
He knew a lot about his insights from the previous ten lives, but along with them, there were also deep doubts, and all these doubts... were no longer important at this moment, because as the soul sank, the law of heaven ascended.
The Book of Destiny after his death was turned over page by page, and Wang Baole's past life was also displayed in front of him page by page, but...his consciousness was also dissipating, and he gradually forgot himself, and slowly
He forgot everything and became pure, until he heard the voice of Master Tianfa.
"Seventy-nine..."
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"Who am I...where am I..." In the dark void, I heard a voice whispering in my ear.
It seemed to be coming from a very far away place, and it also seemed to be echoing around me. I didn't know where the voice was, or why the voice asked these two questions.
This voice echoed endlessly, as if it was going on forever, but I didn't hear any response. No one seemed to pay attention to this voice, and I didn't know how to speak. So gradually, this dark void seemed to be...
Only this voice exists.
Time also passes in this void without any trace.
Perhaps, it was because of this voice that I began to think, who am I? Where am I?
I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have an answer. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, until for a moment, I heard a voice.
"Who am I...where am I..."
The voice was very familiar. After it came out, I waited for a while and heard the echo.
Then I understood that the first thing I heard was my own voice, and I... seemed to have repeated this sentence for an unknown number of years.
This discovery caused some fluctuations in my mood. I didn't know what to call this fluctuation, so I continued to think about it until for a long time, I remembered a word.
Happy!
Yes, this emotion should be called happiness. I am very happy because I discovered the origin of that sound, but how do I know the word happiness...
I was confused, so I continued to think, but this time, before I had time to think of the answer, this dark nothingness that did not exist in my eyes suddenly... light appeared in an instant!
This light seemed to come from the outside world, reflecting the entire void, and then... it never disappeared, and the entire void also changed at this moment. I saw a finger, which quickly condensed and turned into
one hand.
A hand seemed to be grabbing my hand, and then I saw arms, body, and the whole person appeared in my eyes. It was a young man. He closed his eyes and did not open them.
I was very surprised, because this young man made me feel familiar yet strange at the same time. But before I could continue to think about it, ripples reverberated around the void after the first person appeared.
As the ripples spread, I saw a table, and saw other tables and chairs appearing all around, until a teahouse appeared in front of me. Then the ripples spread again, and other buildings, rivers, and rivers appeared outside the teahouse.
The trees, and soon a small town, seemed to be drawn.
Then... the ripples spread out over a large area, and I saw the earth, the sky, other cities, and a star from a distance becoming real.
It didn't end. I saw the starry sky beyond this star again. In the reverberation of the ripples, other stars appeared, many, many. As they appeared one after another, a universe and a world were displayed in front of me.
Then, life appeared.
All living things, all sentient beings, are at this moment, as if they have never existed before, appearing in every position where they are needed. There are men and women, old and young, different species, different breaths, but they remain still.
Didn't move.
As for the young man who was holding me, he was lying on the table without moving, but he was holding on to me tightly, as if he would never let go even to the end of his life.
But I don't like him very much.
Just when I was thinking about why I didn't like him, the whole world suddenly seemed to be injected with vitality and vitality. In an instant... all living things started to move.
The wind appeared, the sunshine softened, the leaves swayed, the river flowed, and songs and laughter, cries and roars were heard from every corner of the world.
In the tea house, the sound of excitement suddenly came out. At this time, the young man who held me tightly trembled slightly, opened his eyes and raised his head.
The moment he raised his head, I saw his eyes.
I saw myself reflected in my eyes.
It was a black wooden board, and he held the black wooden board tightly in his hand, and then... I was lifted up and knocked on the table, and there was a crisp sound.
In this noise, the world in front of me began to continue. I saw the life of Sun De. He became the most watched storyteller in this county. He married the daughter of a wealthy family, inherited the inheritance, and had plenty of food and clothing.
He loved his wife all his life until he passed away with a smile at the age of eighty-nine.
As for me, because my descendants could not break off Sun De's fingers, I was buried with him.
Although I don't like him, I have to admit that it is quite interesting to watch his performance in this life. As for being buried with him, it doesn't matter, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared, and everything in this world disappeared.
It turned into darkness, and my consciousness fell into darkness again.
Until I heard a voice.
"Seventy-eight."
The appearance of this voice seemed to turn into a whirlpool, pulling me violently into...the void without light. I couldn't remember who I was, I couldn't remember everything, I was thinking about something
question.
"Who am I...where am I..."
My voice echoed, until I thought for a long time, light appeared in the void, and the world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was a young man formed after slowly spreading out from a finger. He was lying on the table, dead in his hand.
Hold on to me for dear life.
His name is Sun De, who looks familiar to me but is also unfamiliar to me. He lived a good life and became a storyteller. Although he did not marry the daughter of a wealthy family in a small town, he returned to the capital and obtained a degree. Although he was imprisoned in his later years,
Overall, it was quite exciting. As for me... I was always in his hand and never left.
Unfortunately, after his death, the world disappeared and I heard a voice.
"Seventy-seven."
This voice pulled me back into nothingness, until I forgot everything, saw the light, saw the world, and saw Sun De.
"Seventy-six."
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"Thirty-one."
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"fourteen."
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"three."
Experience after experience, forgetfulness again and again, from the time I realized something was wrong until I was no longer surprised, because I figured it out, I was in a game. After this life, I will forget this life, and forget the past and future lives.
special memories...
Strange, why do I feel this way? Why do I know that I am remembering?
If you don't understand, it doesn't matter, as long as there is a story to read, although the story must be about Sun De's different life.
But I'm curious, will there be a different picture when we meet for the first time?