MTL - Pursuit of the Truth-Chapter 1481 Open your eyes

Cang is the color, it represents the gray near the white, or some is not appropriate, because this color is often seen, there will be a heavy and almost desolate feeling. .

It is both color and desolation.

And 茫, on behalf of the ambiguity, represents the infinite greatness... When it is merged with the celestial, it turns into a boundless boundless world.

In this sky, there are many individuals in the world, how many worlds exist, how many joys and sorrows there are, and the lapse of time is the number of clear years.

No one, know.

It seems that there has been no change in the ancient times since the ancient times. There is a figure sitting cross-legged on a huge compass. He is wearing a black robe, with long hair falling down, his head down, his body full of dead air, he... ...is a mystery!

He meditated like this, and there was an old vicissitude under the stagnation of the dead air. It seems that this sitting has forgotten how many years have passed, forgetting the way before life...

Until now, a sigh from the mouth of this burial, echoing in the sky, his head, at this moment... slowly raised, his eyes are always closed, it seems that the eyes have never been opened for a long time. In this moment... slowly, slowly, open!

At the moment when his eyes opened, the entire Cangjie world suddenly began to roar in an endless roar. This roaring roundabout, as if the whole sky was shocked by the act of opening the eyes of the funeral burial at this moment, when the burial was opened The breath of the sensation is sensational!

The fog rolled around, and the rapid rotation around the funeral burial became a whirlpool. After rolling the whole sky, the boundless vortex was under the rumbling rotation, and the eyes of the burial burial were completely opened!

Exposed in the eyes of a fascinating light, this fine light just dissipated in a moment, turned into a calm ... that is not the eyes of the funeral, that is ... Su Ming's eyes!

This time, in the moment when Su Ming stepped out of thirty-three days, when he stepped into the eyebrows of the Xuan funeral, he... succeeded!

"I, succeeded." Su Ming, who took the body of the Xuan burial, opened his eyes and looked at the familiar sky, looking at the vortex in front and whispering.

When his muttering voice echoed, Su Ming lowered his head and looked into the open palm. The black feather, the smell of the bald crane faintly scattered on the feather, filled the heart of Su Ming.

"I am... Su Ming." Su Ming closed his eyes. He felt the body under his eyes and felt that there was an ancient world in this body.

As in the presence of the world on the wings of the sang, Su Ming also saw a world in his own body that succeeded today.

"The burial, there is no failure." Staring at the world, Su Ming's sigh with vicissitudes, echoing in the sky, echoing in the world of his body.

That is a world that has not known how many years have passed. In that world, Su Ming saw the ancient burial country and saw a sect, but it has been turned into ruins, becoming a wreck, without a living life. .

It seems that all of this has been closed with the Xuan burial that year, and with the pervasiveness of his body, it has faded.

"The three thousand years I have experienced before is a battle, the world of three thousand years, whether it is a burial or a burial. It belongs to him... a memory before death.

In this memory, I became him. From this point of view, I succeeded... But if he stood in his perspective, his goal was to resurrect, at any cost, to resurrect, and at this moment... he is indeed resurrected. It’s just a resurrection with my will. Su Ming whispered softly, looking at the world of death in his body, talking to himself.

Su Ming slowly silenced until he didn't whisper, but time continually passed through the sky, as if one of his thoughts had changed, it was a thousand years...

Until Su Ming raised his head and put away the feathers in his palm, he got out of the compass... slowly stood up!

In the moment he got up, the whole vortex whirls in the air, and the vortex turns, making the sky become the boundless sea of ​​anger, and Su Ming... standing on the compass, the figure at the moment is like this anger The owner of the sea.

"This is the endless road." Su Ming whispered to himself, but the sorrow contained in this voice, with the **, it is a kind of loneliness in the whole sky, only him alone.

"If you become a god, you become a **** from the gods... and become the master of my own." Su Ming stood on the compass for a long time. For a long time, he sat down again and again. One person closed his eyes in this sky. .

"I have come to the extreme of my own way..." Shu Ming, who closed his eyes, breathed a deep breath in his inner sigh, almost in the moment he inhaled, the vortex of the four turns in this moment The rumbling scrolls, and went straight to Su Ming. In an instant, all the positions from Su Ming’s body, all of them poured into the body of Su Ming.

In Su Ming’s body, this whirlpool continually impacts the dead world in Su Ming’s body. Gradually, this endless sky vortex, in the center of gravity of the dead world, condenses in the capital city that belongs to the ancient burial. Became a point.

This point, like a seed, is deeply buried in this world at this moment.

Years passed, and the millennium... After the millennium, there is a tree in this dead world, that is... the road to the road!

The roots of this tree spread to the earth, and the scorpion was used as a nutrient to grow slowly. For example, when the vastness of the year changed a world, Su Ming is now changing the world in his own body in the same way.

He has endless time, he has unimaginable patience, to complete step by step.

A thousand years later, when the sermon tree was in the sky and covered the whole world, the world in this Su Ming body could not see the ruins and the wreckage. Everything was like returning to the origin, you can see the mountains, you can see Rivers, you can also see the memory of Su Ming, the ancient burial of the three thousand years, everything.

Perhaps there is a kind of power in the midst of it, and Su Ming has experienced 3,000 years in this battle, which makes him slowly become the way he remembers when he changes the world.

Perhaps this power in the dark belongs to the funeral.

But no matter what, it’s no longer important. When Su Ming’s world’s sect tree was in the sky and the canopy replaced the sky, Su Ming opened his eyes in this knee.

"My life has a winter, so the world has winter, just like the autumn sun, just like the summer rain, just like the spring, this is life, but also my world." Su Ming whispered, he was inside In the world, there have been spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The compass under Su Ming has been moving forward for thousands of years, making Su Ming’s body constantly absorb the power from the sky, nourish the world, and change the death, even if it is Now that the world has taken shape, it has already had four seasons, but Su Ming’s advancement has not stopped.

As time goes by, in the world of Su Ming, there are also years, as if the world has become a whole, but the only thing that is missing is life.

"In the reincarnation, in the sky, look for their traces, until when I find all the traces, it is me... when I open the door, it will be the first time in my life, it will be my life. ... the last time." Su Ming, sitting on the compass on the knee, staring at the distant sky, feeling the loneliness of thousands of years, feeling the ** of only one person, he understands that such a **, he will be eternal, This kind of loneliness has no end.

"This is the endless road." Su Ming whispered openly, took off the beads on his wrist, stared at the moment and then waved his left hand toward the sky. Immediately, the sky rolled over, and the infinite force condensed and merged into the beads. After that, Su Ming left the seventh. When the rest of the wave was spent, six of these beads seemed to have life, turned into a butterfly, and flew toward the distance until they disappeared. before.

The only seventh, was held by Su Ming in the palm of his hand.

"The only eight butterflies in the sky are the hopes of finding traces..." Su Ming murmured, the mulberry phase in the sky was born on the ancient tree of the Tao, they have the same name, have the same vitality, It can even be said that they are one.

With the collapse of the Taoist trees in the past years, they can only dance in the sky and become a wanderer who can't find a home... Because their origins are the same, Su Ming firmly believes that he can be born on the wings of the seventh mulberry. Brothers, two brothers, tigers, and Yulan Canglan, and so on, on other wings of the mulberry, there must be traces of these people.

Collecting all of these traces together can be a must to open the door.

However, these are Su Ming’s speculations, maybe they can succeed, or maybe... just his wishful thinking, but in any case, Su Ming has to try, even if he can’t succeed, he will never give up and will continue to look for other The way, this is his way.

Holding the seventh bead, Su Ming slowly closed his eyes. The beads in his palms could not be turned into butterflies, because there was no anti-bone in the bald-haired crane.

The passage of time, the compass of Su Ming, in this sky, constantly moving forward, the taste of loneliness and **, Su Ming has been used to, can only get used to, lonely for a thousand years, 10,000 years ... until 30,000 years have passed...

In front of Su Ming, there was a huge butterfly in the sky. It was a mulberry phase, a butterfly that was not given life by Su Ming 30,000 years ago, but a butterfly that had not been destroyed by the funeral.

There are not too many dead bodies on this butterfly. There are countless lives on its four wings. There may be people who know that the world is the wings of the mulberry phase, and some people may try to struggle like a three-year-old, but no doubt... ...they are still happy.

Because what they are encountering now is not the once-burial funeral, but Su Ming.

Su Ming sat on the compass with his knees and silently looked at the mulberry butterfly in the distance. It was almost at the moment when Su Ming approached. The butterfly was obviously shocked, showing a breath of fear.

"I won't erase you, I just want to take some traces..." (to be continued.