2608: C2608 Out of Bounds

C2608 Out of Bounds

"Wake up …"

"Wake up …"

"…"

Meng Fan felt very warm and comfortable.

It was the kind of comfort he had never experienced since he was born. It was the kind of comfort that did not have to worry about the future, did not have any worries, did not have any pain, and could not even have a self.

It was like a baby being carried by its parents. He did not need to know everything in this world. As long as he opened his mouth, there would be milk. As long as he cried, there would be people cheering him on.

The only thing that disgusted him was the voice that kept calling out to him to wake up.

After being called out who knows how many times, he unwillingly opened his eyes.

Only then did he realize that he was lying in a river.

A river completely condensed from the Laws.

He was like a small boat floating on the river.

What he was wearing was not a grey robe, nor was it a green robe. Instead, it was a sackcloth that he had worn as a child.

There was a reflection of himself in the river.

A child.

It was his childhood self!

"Lost?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Meng Fan immediately turned around. His eyes were deep and full of killing intent.

What he saw was a robust middle-aged man and a cute and petite sixteen year old girl.

The two of them sat on an ordinary wooden boat.

The moment the middle-aged man was seen, his entire body began to tremble. Instinctively, he retreated half a step before letting out a long breath. "My goodness, what a frightening sight. How could a child have such a terrifying gaze …"

The sixteen year old girl didn't have any expression on her face. It was as if she didn't feel the killing intent in Meng Fan's eyes at all. She said gently, "Dad, let him board the boat. He must have gotten lost." He then took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand from the edge of the wooden boat. He said to Meng Fan, "Come up, little brother."

Meng Fan's hands stirred the river as if he was playing with water in his childhood. He looked at the girl's rough hands and slowly held them, pulling them up onto the wooden boat.

"My surname is Wang." The middle-aged man said to Meng Fan, who just got on the ship, "This is Wang Xuan, my daughter, Wang Miao. You don't have to be afraid, we are not bad people, we are dead, not the end.

Meng Fan looked at the middle-aged man, then looked at the girl called Wang Miao, and whispered, "This place is …"

His voice was still rather soft, just the voice of a child.

"It's not the Underworld." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. How should he put it … If someone died, they would die, and there would be nothing left — it would be terrible to think about it, but it was the truth. As for this place, it's not the world of the living, nor is it the world of the dead. I don't know where exactly it is, but after many people died, they all came here. "

"It's not the world after death, but there are many people who came here after death?" Meng Fan repeated himself. He felt that his words were full of flaws, contradictions, and a mess.

The middle-aged man scratched his head and said, "I am just a coarse old man. I don't understand, but there are still many people here who understand. If you see them, you can ask them."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man pushed the oars and pushed the boat, carrying Meng Fan and the little girl. They headed deeper into the river, which was completely formed by the laws and was shining with the light of the underworld.

"Daddy's not a tough guy." Wang Miao replied, "Father used to be a cultivator of the Heavenly Essence Stage! He was one of the top figures in the city of Mai. Even the mayor of Mai City treated his father with respect! Hey, little brother, do you know Mai Cheng? "1

Meng Fan didn't answer.

The middle-aged man looked back at Meng Fan and chuckled, "Miao Miao, the entire world is so big. I wonder where this little brother came from. It's normal for him to have never heard of this city before. Didn't old grandpa say that the world that we see here is actually very small? Other than the world itself, there is still the sky.

Wang Miao smiled. "However, this is the first time I've seen a mortal here."

"Mortal?" Meng Fan asked in confusion.

Wang Miao said, "In here, everyone we see are cultivators. Even the weakest are cultivators of Heavenly Essence Stage. It seems that in here, a mortal without Essence cannot come in. Little brother, you are the first mortal I have ever seen to come in. "

Meng Fan frowned. In fact, Wang Miao didn't need to say anything. He had already noticed that his power had completely dissipated. Not only that, but he had returned to his childhood without a single trace of law in his body.

The current him looked exactly the same as he had when he was seven or eight years old!

He didn't have any martial arts or cultivation.

Just a mortal.

The only difference was the memories in his mind. It was not that he had forgotten, but rather that his mind was very weak. It was simply impossible for him to hold so many memories in his mind. Thus, many memories, many thoughts, were all precipitated and unable to be awakened.

Meng Fan fell into deep thought.

He did not understand why such a thing would happen.

Time seemed to reverse.

His brows creased deeper and deeper, but he could not think of an answer. Not a single one.

This scene was seen by Emperor Xuan and he misunderstood. He laughed lightly: "Are you still thinking where we are? Old Master Luo did say before that this place is a long river outside the realm. "

Meng Fan looked at Wang Xuan.

Emperor Xuan did not beat around the bush and continued to speak, "Old Master Luo said that the entire universe is extremely vast and is divided into many worlds. These worlds are separated by a huge force, but it is not impossible to access them.

Other than that, there was also a place that the Heavenly Dao resided at. A lot of people called it the the Source of the Heavens, which could also be called the Heaven Realm.

The world, the Heaven Realm, made up the entire primordial universe.

A cultivator lived in the world, but after his death, his soul would be destroyed and his body decomposed, but he would not disappear. It was like after a mortal died, his body would not disappear, but would change into mud. Just like after winter, the snow didn't disappear, but changed into a current instead. There was nothing in this world that would disappear for no reason. It would only change into a different state.

Thus, after a cultivator died, their body would rot and their soul, as well as the laws and essence energy within their body, would return to the primordial chaos of the universe.

Moreover, a cultivator's soul would usually be taken away by the Heavenly Dao. It was said that the Heavenly Dao thirsted for the intelligence of life, and the thirst for water was like the thirst of a thirsty person.

As a result, after many cultivators died and their dao dissipated, their souls became ethereal, an existence that merged with the Heavenly Dao.

It was like a drop of ink falling into the sea.

They spread out in all directions, shattering into pieces and dissolving as they spread out in all directions along with the currents of the ocean.

In that moment, they could be said to be dead. No matter how powerful their souls were, if they were split into countless pieces, they would still be dead.

However, their soul did not disappear, but rather, their body had reached the end of its lifespan. The Longevity s had not been exhausted, but they would step into another place, and it was not the world, not the Heaven Realm.

It's here.

Thus, this place can be considered as outside of the world. "

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