2395: C2395 The Sorrow of All Living Things

C2395 The Sorrow of All Living Things

The rebirth of Evolved Primordial Spirit and Meng Fan's blood was a contest to see who would live longer.

Once the two of them created this Intermediate World, they could no longer interfere in anything that was happening. They could only allow it to develop on its own.

In the vast sea of people, the probability of them meeting each other was very small, so wanting them to become enemies and then fight to the death was even more impossible. The only thing they could do was to wait and see who lived longer, and that was the way of thinking for first-level characters of the Divine King level.

Evolved Primordial Spirit's Blood Drop Rebirth was called "Yuan Longzi" and became a disciple in a powerful sect. Because he had just grown up a little, he immediately displayed extraordinary talent and became the teacher of one of the most powerful people in the sect. He became an inner disciple at the age of only ten and became the target of admiration or admiration of many disciples.

Meng Fan's Blood Drop Rebirth was called "Wu Shee" by the old man in the village. Because the old man's surname was Wu and this Blood Drop Rebirth was an orphan without a home, it was a homonym for "No Rebirth".

Compared to "Yuan Longzi", "Wu Shee's" life seemed to have gone astray from the beginning. The village could only maintain its warmth and satiety, and having an extra child meant having an extra mouth. If he had blood and flesh, it was nothing, but as an orphan, he was immediately rejected.

The reason was simple, it was because Wu had lost his wife at the age of 30 and only had a son, but within a few years, this son was taken away by that sect. Whether he lived or died was unknown, but Wu Haoyu had gone slightly crazy, because he had helped many people in the village when he was young, so after going insane, he had to reminisce about old friendships in the village, and even gave him some food, allowing him to live to be in his fifties.

Therefore, when he saw "Wu Shee", old man Wu mumbled to himself, "My son," no matter what the people in the village did, he would not let go of this child and bitterly raise him. Even in the first year, a young man in the village sneakily climbed over the wall to old man Wu's house and beat him up, then took away the child, gave it to the sect for alchemy, in exchange for some benefits.

As time passed, Wu Shee also grew up to be a teenager while old man Wu was in his sixties. It was unknown if it was because he had a "son", but he had regained his consciousness, and was a strong young lad when he was young. He had a good foundation, and actually had a strong body.

At this point, Wu Shee had not really started to 'eat the qi'. He was still just an ordinary person.

Since he was too poor, it was common to be hungry for a few days. Wu Shee was skinny, had yellow hair, and was suffering from asthma. With one day of heavy rain and a severe illness, old man Wu was so scared that his soul and spirit ran away. He found the only barefoot doctor in the village who knew some medical skills, and the result was that he was "not going to live long".

At this point, Evolved Primordial Spirit looked at Meng Fan with a more serious expression.

Meng Fan remained expressionless.

He felt that he wouldn't be able to see through it.

Using the Meaning of Time to spy on everything was Evolved Primordial Spirit's habit. However, after Meng Fan became the creator, he was still able to see the past, but now and in the future, he was simply unable to see even the slightest bit of it.

To Evolved Primordial Spirit, existences like the Myriad Heavens was simply too little.

Even Grand Central Emperor or Qin Taichuan could be predicted by him.

However, there were only a few mighty Celestial Kings that he knew, and he couldn't calculate them. One was the well-known Chaos Emperor, the second was Immortal King of Impermanence who escaped from karma, and the third was Meng Fan.

However, there was one thing Evolved Primordial Spirit could see.

That was Meng Fan's mood at this moment.

Even though his face was expressionless, his heart had already synchronized with "Wu Shee" within the Intermediate World.

Evolved Primordial Spirit was shocked to find that this Top-tier Celestial King of the Myriad Heavens was now completely the same 'Wu Shee', reexperiencing the grief and pain of the common people!

Deity, human.

These two words involuntarily floated into Evolved Primordial Spirit's mind.

What exactly is Meng Fan?

Of course he was who. As a "Minor Heavenly Tao", he had to be a god.

However, his emotions and emotions were no different from a person's.

God is man, and man is god. In essence, there is no difference.

Evolved Primordial Spirit saw this answer from Meng Fan and his emotions became more and more complicated as he continued to look at Intermediate World.

After Wu Shee became seriously ill, Old Man Wu fell.

This old man who was getting more and more spirited, was actually worried about Wu Shee. In order to get him some medicine, he went into a mountain sect that didn't allow mortals to enter. As a result, he was chased by wild beasts and fell down the mountain.

Lying on the bed, dying.

Finally, Wu Shee, who was suffering from asthma, ignored his body and went alone to the forest to gather herbs, hiding it from Old Man Wu.

The foster-child was seriously ill. When the father went to get the medicine, he ended up lying on the bed. The foster-child once again walked on the same path as the father, which was truly a lamentable scene.

Wu Shee entered the forest.

Different from old man Wu's experience, Wu Shee didn't encounter any jackals or wild beasts, and he got his hands on the herbs very safely. However, just as he was running down the mountain in high spirits, he was discovered by the sect people as soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest. This was a type of drunkenness that was guaranteed to kill, but for those medicinal herbs that could save lives, the disciples of the sect didn't care at all, they just wanted to play around with Wu Shee when they saw his skinny hair that was yellow and malnourished.

So many times.

The young Wu Shee did not know that the eyes of these cultivators covered the entire forest, he just thought that he could really run out, so every time he was whipped, he would be forced to protect the herbs. When the people from the sect left, he would get up again and continue to run, no matter how many times he fell down, or how much blood he lost, he would not stop.

As he ran, he suddenly stopped panting.

As he was whipped, he could vaguely feel the elemental energy fluctuations from the cultivators.

When he was about to run down the mountain and saw the village, with a face full of smiles, suddenly, a cultivator from the sect appeared in front of the short Wu Shee, looked up and down, and said, "Is there anyone in this village who can eat?" "Hmm, just be my errand boy." He grabbed Wu Shee and flew towards the sect.

Wu Shee kept wailing and crying, begging for mercy, saying that his father was still in the village, waiting for his herbs.

However, that cultivator turned a deaf ear.

In the eyes of this sect's cultivators, mortals were no different from wild beasts.

So what if he was dead or alive?

Wu Shee was brought to the sect. The moment he landed on the ground, he immediately knelt down and heavily kowtowed, begging for himself to go back.

That cultivator was enraged and cursed him for being a beast from that run-down village. Without proper etiquette, it was as if he had gone to heaven and was going to kneel and kowtow in order to release him? He didn't know that men had gold under their knees, how could they kneel to others so casually! It was a pity that he was able to perceive elemental energy. With such a soft waist, he would definitely have no future.

He then directly threw him into the service hall.

He changed into new clothes and had something to eat.

However, Wu Shee thought about going back to the village every day to save old man Wu.

Time passed day by day.

One month passed.

Every time Wu Shee escaped, he would be caught and then whipped.

He knelt down thirty times.

He kowtowed more than six hundred times.

Evolved Primordial Spirit was already shocked.

He looked at Meng Fan.

This was an extremely tyrannical existence that even the Heavenly Dao did not dare to rashly kill. What Grand Central Emperor and Qin Taichuan, they all treated him as a strong opponent.

Within the Myriad Domain, he smiled faintly at the Kings Of Purple Light as he followed the Ark of Universe. He waved goodbye with a wave of his hand and casually left.

Devil Lord of the Ninth Netherworld, Xumi Buddha , and the other experts were all looked down upon by him.

His life was filled with endless twists and turns, but he was never timid in the slightest.1

The creature formed by a drop of this person's blood essence could actually bend and kneel down to such a degree!

For what?

Love?

Evolved Primordial Spirit didn't understand.

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