If there is hustle and bustle, there will be loneliness.When many masters of the alliance attracted the attention of the world with one stand-in after another, no one noticed that a person who was also qualified to stand at the pinnacle of the dark world but had always been out of everyone's sight had started his own journey.From its location in Zurich, head north into Germania, passing through the waves, into an enclave in the Snow Country, and continuing north after entering Larvia and officially reaching the Snow Country territory.Mountains, rivers, oceans, plains.The sword qi continued to surge in his body, and his bare feet measured every inch of land under his feet, all the way north from the center of the continent.Prosperous, bustling, cold, desolate, vast.With the starry sunset, the alternation of day and night, wind, frost, rain and snow, the incomparably long journey, finally see the glacier.This is the first time Lin Shiyi has come to the polar regions of the north.But as he went deeper and deeper into the polar regions, everything here felt more and more familiar to him.He knows the story here, and can even blend it into it clearly.It's a frozen but legendary territory.It was here, just a few years ago, that young Eastern Emperor had preliminarily determined his martial arts and kendoways here.A little farther away, far away to another time and space, that timeline that I don't know if it's the past or the future, he is also known as the sword god, and he once followed in his father's footsteps and inherited his father's sword path and edge.That time, he also set off at Forget Worry Villa, walked exactly the same road, and came to the exact same place.At that time, his name was Li Dongcheng.No, Li Dongcheng is Li Dongcheng.He is Lin Shiyi.No...
Li Dongcheng is Lin Shiyi.No...
Himself, is it Li Dongcheng or Lin Shiyi?
Heavy or?
Is identity important?
Whoever it is...
No, it doesn't matter at all.Destroy...
Survive...
Light...
Dark...
Deep into the polar regions.In the long polar night, the ice wind of tens of degrees below zero is like a sword.The figure in an extremely trance with a sword aura sharper than the polar ice wind, walked on the ice in a trance, like a walking corpse.He has seen the polar Eskimos, chased the polar rabbits, touched the polar seals, and in the polar regions where there is no rain, there are overwhelming sparkling ice particles, he has lit a fire in the absolute cold temperatures, and he has eaten the polar white bears.Revisit.Everything is so familiar.Memories are constantly surging, the pictures of the past seem to have disappeared somewhat, and strange memories are pouring in little by little, and the boundaries of the soul seem to be blurring silently.The sword qi that seemed to belong to him and did not belong to him wrapped around his body like a coat, and then penetrated deep into his soul.It's like a shadow that is deep to the extreme.Dark, dead silent, gentle without the slightest ripple.There is no hope, no despair, no joy, no pain, not even numbness.Thick shadows spread with every ebb and fall of the sword qi coat.It was a state of mind that was difficult to put into words.Because there are no emotions, there is a near-eternal dead silence everywhere.Only a few images occasionally alternate and recur in the dark.There would be some pleasant but somewhat chaotic singing in his ears.You will see a pair of eyes that are almost perfect, but extremely chaotic.He could feel his small, baby-like body, and feel the temperature of the perfect and chaotic woman's palm falling on his head and the constant surge, stimulating the mental storm in his mind.The perfect woman who cries and says I'm sorry from time to time, laughs every now and then and tells her a story, and spends most of her time as quiet as a statue and her heart as dead as ashes.Mom...
He saw himself lying in a dilapidated room, with unbridled loud noise and noise outside the door, and strange and vague men and women around him, pointing at him openly, asking the others how much the little cub was worth.He saw someone pinching a girl's delicate cheek, smirking and saying that he would keep her as a small pet so that he could enjoy the dim light in the room when she was older.He saw the joy in the girl's eyes when he walked in with a clear fingerprint on his cheeks, holding half a carton of milk tightly and calling his brother, brother.Sister...
He saw a plain white Forget Worry Villa, a depressed and almost solidified mourning hall, a black-and-white photo in a frame, and a middle-aged man with a bright smile.His deep eyes seemed to be looking intently at the coffin in front of him, at the corpse lying in the coffin with one arm missing.He lay quietly, no longer having the strength to pick himself up and put it around his neck.Godfather...
He saw the haggard face of the white-haired old man who had barely supported his smile, and heard his somewhat hoarse voice."
I don't dare to regret it...
Even if I regret it, if I could turn back time, even if I knew the result of today, I would still bring you back. ”"There is no point in regretting, there are some things, even if they are regrets, they have to be done."
Master...
He saw the sparkling sparkling waters of the secluded West Lake, and the graves standing quietly on the verdant islands.There was a father who was killed by his mother.There is a mother who is crazy to take revenge and die with the enemy.There is a grandfather who was unprepared for the crash and didn't even find his bones.There is a grandmother who died in a mental hospital completely insane.There is an aunt who lost her son and died in prison.There is an uncle who was arrested for an inexplicable crime but didn't even have time to be tried, and was directly hit by a car and died.Scold...
Hehe...
Ha ha...
The Dongcheng family, one counts as one.All.No!
Get!
Good!
Die!
Why?
He felt the darkness in his heart disappear, but there was no light.He saw that he had destroyed all the hatreds of that era, but there was no pleasure, but an unprecedented emptiness.Empty without any mood, any emotion, any thoughts.Everything seems to be completely non-existent.Family...
The strange and incomparably familiar images continue to shift.He saw himself, and the muzzle of the black hole.The muzzle of the gun was aimed at his forehead, and without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger directly.The roaring sound of gunfire carried bullets out of the chamber.The skin bursts.The skull exploded.Blood vessels, muscles, brain.Large patches of blood burst out of the back of the head.He lowered his gun.There was a bloody world in front of me, but it was still crystal clear.He saw himself piercing his heart with a dagger.A knife, a knife, another knife.Intense feelings of destruction are constantly surging.He wants to destroy everything, to destroy himself.Sunshine, stars, mountains, green water, clouds and sunset...
So what is everything beautiful, what is this world?
They don't deserve to be in their lives.He adapted to the darkness, to the distortion, and when all the hatred was gone, but there was no more enemy to kill, the darkness in his heart seemed to disappear silently.There is nothing left.In that extreme emptiness, he almost instinctively pursued pain, pursued darkness, pursued the state to which he had already adapted in life.The clouds are light and the wind is light, and happiness is stable...
What kind of stuff are these?
These are not worthy of being in one's own life.He needs pain, he needs hatred, he needs darkness.It's an instinctive thing.How can you continue your life without these?
The blade pierced the chest and emerged from the back of the heart.He watched as his face was expressionless, churning the blade, widening the wound.Suffering?
Hehehehe...
Hahahaha...
What is pain?
Blood spilled on him, and he wanted to see darkness after it.That darkness is better to be eternal.You can think about nothing, don't care about anything, there is no before and after, no thinking, only sinking and nothingness.But the world is still bright.The wound that pierced the heart began to heal rapidly.The heart was beating wildly, with an endless burst of life.And in front of him, there are still those damned ones who don't deserve to appear in his life.That's nice...
At one point, he looked at the beauty that was everywhere in front of him, unrelated to any pain and despair, and suddenly laughed.Once again, he found his state of life.Because when he sees these good things, he will feel very painful and hopeless.That's great.The extreme darkness that came with the sword qi had completely disappeared.But the images kept repeating themselves in his mind.How long does a person's life be?
Innocence and ignorance in childhood.Joy and innocence in childhood.Impulsiveness and rebellion as a teenager.Passions and dreams of youth.The struggles and struggles of middle age.Stability and memories of old age.Different periods, different choices, different states.Looking at it from the back of the day, you may feel unwilling.Looking back and forward, you may feel naïve.But no matter what mood you are in, at a certain stage of life, everyone will be moved, happy, uncomplaining, unrepentant, scarred, and exhausted for certain things, certain people, or certain dreams and beliefs.It's all memories.These memories are covered with colorful colors, bright and splendid, long and short.But he didn't have any of that in his life.From childhood to adulthood, from ants to sword gods, from invincible to Tianjiao, there are only so many pictures in his life.The rest is darkness, no hope, no despair, nothing darkness.When those darkness were stripped out and shattered, the few remaining pictures in his life became his only reason and humanity.The instinct he had long been accustomed to would make him desperate to replenish the darkness, feeling pain and despair, and when these emotions became more and more, one day it would become nothing again.That state of mind and these pictures seem to constitute the only meaning of his life.He sat quietly on the polar glacier, his consciousness gradually filled with these images in a state of extreme trance.In my ears was the howling ice wind and the ice particles that were constantly flying in the air and smashing against my face.Those pictures that had nothing to do with beauty but occupied all the meaning of life of a generation of sword gods kept circulating in his trance-like consciousness.Without any bystanders, the sword qi cloak that had been shrouding him shattered silently and completely integrated into his body.His consciousness became more and more trance-like.But the aura on the whole person began to stabilize like never before.Memories belonging to Lin Shiyi began to appear continuously.It was surging, like the tide of the sea, filling the emptiness of despair that even despair could not be felt.It is the quiet beauty of the God of War Realm as if time has frozen.It is the excitement of dragons and phoenixes singing in Sunset Park.It was a warship that roared across the starry sky and drew one streamline after another.It is one battlefield after another, where there is no hope in sight, but everyone is fighting to the death.It's the mother's song.It is the majesty of the father.The aura of genius.Terran beliefs.Memories keep lingering.Two lives intertwined in different time and space.At that moment, he sat on the glacier, facing the wind and ice in front of him, and seemed to have traveled endless distances and gone to many places.The symbol of the new authority seems to be filled with new information all the time.The god of war temporarily left the real environment and was not long.But countless years may have passed in the starry sky.A large amount of information completes the outline of the symbol.In the absolute silence, Li Dongcheng and Lin Shiyi's memories continued to entangle, and the symbol began to tremble slightly, as if revealing a touch of truth.He stood up on the glacier, looked south, and walked silently.The sword qi crisscrossed the corners around him, spreading in the direction he was heading.His body appeared high in the air, in the whistling ice particles, on the surface of the floating ice.There seems to be a quiet and trance-like ghost in the northern poles.He went all the way south, with the sword qi that was constantly intertwined between heaven and earth, and every step was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, without stopping, all the way south.This is the path my father once walked.No, this is not the path taken by the Father.This is the path that His Majesty Huangxi has walked.No, it's the father.Not the father...
Who is the father?
I...
Who is it?
I am...
Lin XI.I am...
Li Dongcheng.No, I'm nobody...
I...
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Who is it?
The question seemed to be almost eternal, like the ultimate philosophical question, constantly echoing in his mind.Who the hell am I?
His figure flickered away from the polar region, walked through the polar night of the snow country, walked through the mountains and rivers of the snow country, passed through the Beihai, entered the Liaodong region, flew over Youzhou, and unconsciously went all the way to the south.Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Lin'an, West Lake.Sunny.His voice appeared without warning on a small island in the center of West Lake, without any disguise.The crowd of tourists nearby looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, with a look of disbelief.He stood silently in place, looking at the crowd around him, frowning slightly.In an instant, with him as the center, an incomparably fierce wind blew in the surrounding area of 10,000 meters.The sound of the wind stirring the treetops and the surrounding lakes seemed to be in turmoil.The tourists around him were completely instinctively aware of the danger and subconsciously stayed away from the area around him.In just a few minutes, the island was empty except for him.He stood where he was, looking at the land in front of him, in a trance.This is the West Lake in Lin'an.And on this small island, there are no graves.In a state of incomparably trance, he finally realized a fact that could only be realized in a state of wakefulness.This was not the time and space he was familiar with.Consciousness gradually begins to regain consciousness.He lowered his head and looked at his body.The sword qi cloak that shrouded his body had completely fused with his body, and they were no longer separated from each other.At this moment, he was Lin Shiyi, and it was also a sword qi that fused Li Dongcheng's state of mind.Memories are still intertwined.The heavy pupils in his eyes opened and closed slightly, and slowly gathered in one place.At this moment, he seemed to see the end of his life very truly.I am Li Dongcheng and Lin Shiyi.But I'm not Li Dongcheng, nor is Lin Shiyi.Who am I...
Heavy or?
In this plane that doesn't belong to me...
I'm just a passerby who is about to be reincarnated.