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Meng xiaotian walked along a pipe, holding a painting in his hands, his eyes revealing his longing and pain.

"There should be a path to the Nine Netherworld, a path that will vaguely accompany the one in the dream!"

These were two lines on the painting.

"Drip! Drip!" The tears on Meng xiaotian's face dripped onto the painting, leaving a moist mark.

He stared at the painting in a daze. There were two lines of words in the painting, and there was also an image drawn with ink. Meng xiaotian remembered this image from the first moment he saw it.

In the painting, there was a dusky sky. In the sky, there was a huge whirlpool. Below it was a patch of forest and grass. A small carriage was parked by the side of the road.

A white-haired old man stared in astonishment at the white robed figure in the sky. An extremely beautiful woman stuck her head out of the carriage and stared with her eyes wide open.

Meng xiaotian finally understood that Old Yin and Yin Yan definitely knew about him, because he did not have this memory.

It had taken him ten years to complete this favor, and he had been confused for ten years.

After staring blankly for a long time …

"Ha ha!" Meng xiaotian suddenly roared with laughter towards the sky.

This maniacal laughter was accompanied by an indescribable sadness and anger.

"Reincarnation!" "Heavens!" Meng xiaotian shouted.

"What kind of reincarnation are you!?" "Who do you think you are!" Meng xiaotian glared at him angrily, as though he had gone mad.

"There are paths for Samsara …" "There's no limit to the heavens …" Meng xiaotian seemed to be deflated and sat on the ground. He stared at the drawing in a daze.

"If reincarnation is the path to outer space, then all of this is real … Or is it fake? "

Meng xiaotian looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. He mumbled to himself.

There is always someone more powerful than you, and there is always someone more powerful than you. The Meng xiaotian was trapped in this tight knot and was unable to escape.

In the sky of this world, there was still a grey fog.

At the end of the sky, there was a moist mirror. At the back of the mirror stood a man. An old man.

He watched silently, not saying a word. One day in the sky, one year in the mortal world. The old man had been here for ten days.

The previous group of people had already completed their tests and were released to undergo another trial. Only the Meng xiaotian was kept by him. From the moment he met the Meng xiaotian, it was already determined that the Meng xiaotian would be selected by him.

"They all failed …" I hope you succeed and get him/her... "I agree …" The old man looked tired, but his eyes didn't move at all as he quietly looked at the scene in the mirror.

When he said the word 'he', the old man couldn't help but fall silent. It seemed that he was afraid.

However, the old man's eyes were filled with determination. It had been thousands of years, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He and his senior had both reached the limit of their lifespan, and it was already not easy to stay alive. However, they could not die yet. They could not destroy the Dongji Sect in their hands. They did not want to become the sinner of history!

"Right now, it is only the first stage … Little fellow, you still have two more stages. Before you, some people passed the first stage, but died in the second. Some people passed the second stage, but died in the third. Before you, there were a total of seventeen people who failed, you … Are you willing? "

The old man thought back to what he had told the Meng xiaotian back then. His heart was calm, and only endless exhaustion remained. Thousands of years … It was time to get tired …

Seeing the Meng xiaotian looking up at the sky and then looking confused, his eyes lost all color, and he could only watch quietly.

"Actually... This matter... "It's very simple..."

As the Meng xiaotian sat on the ground, the chaos in his mind continued to grow. It was like a storm had swept through his mind.

Meng xiaotian did not notice that in the middle of his sea of consciousness, a complex golden rune was flashing brilliantly. At the same time, the mark given by the Manor Lord on his forehead was also blinking continuously as a strange power appeared from his sea of consciousness and instantly suppressed this chaotic Qi.2

"Hmm?" Meng xiaotian's expression turned cold. He stared at the sky.

In that moment, Meng xiaotian suddenly felt a strong power from within his soul that forcefully suppressed his consciousness, allowing him to regain his clarity. This strange power came and went as fast as it came. Just as the power faded, Meng xiaotian could actually faintly feel that there was a similar aura there. It caused the Meng xiaotian's heart to pound in fear.

Subconsciously, Meng xiaotian raised his head.

In the next moment, Meng xiaotian lowered his head. He did not know what was up there. Was it an unknown danger? Or a rare opportunity?

"There must be a way for me to regain my memories!" Meng xiaotian's eyes revealed a determined look.

From the moment he lost his memory, a full ten years had passed. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the passage of time had not passed by in this short period of time.

Almost every day, he would try to find a way to retrieve his memories, but it was as if they had disappeared. Only his body brimming with immortal spiritual energy was able to vaguely point the way.

Now, he could only slowly search for the place where he came from before. Only then would he be able to find out who he really was. Meng xiaotian's conviction was firm. However, even though he possessed an Immortal Spirit Body, he had forgotten a lot of things in the past ten years. Moreover, the changes that had occurred during those ten years should have left traces behind on that simple and unadorned road.

Meng xiaotian stood up, and started walking forward aimlessly. He did not have a specific direction, and only relied on that mysterious guidance, step by step, to follow this strange feeling.

It was as if that mysterious instruction was the fate of the Meng xiaotian, controlled by his palms. He was unable to break free. As for the Meng xiaotian, it was like a puppet. Along with these lines that were called karma, it constantly swayed, creating a comical scene.

"Hmm?" Meng xiaotian stopped in his tracks.

In front of him, there was a familiar feeling, as if his life had just started.

It was the tavern, the tavern they had agreed upon at that time, also the place where the Meng xiaotian's dream began.

"If one day you find the place where your dream started, you will find your way home!" Meng xiaotian remembered that Old Yin had told him this before. At that time, he was still confused and confused. But now …

Meng xiaotian stared straight at the run-down inn in front of him. Ten years of wind and frost had covered this place with a layer of haziness.

The once glorious house had now become a sight filled with trauma, eroded by the passage of time. He still vaguely remembered that the previous owner was a middle-aged man. His entire body emitted a masculine aura, but now, the man had disappeared. The only thing that could be seen was a wrinkles at the corner of his eyes from the rocking chair in front of the door. An old man with half a head of white hair …

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