#1015 - Picture in the stone jar

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The voice, carrying with it a sense of vicissitudes that spanned eternity, came without any explanation.

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It was not the clone of Jiang Huai's sea of ​​consciousness that flowed into it.

The mighty and immortal voice echoed within the earlobes of Jiang Jianghuai's body.

This moment.

Even though Jiang Huai blocked his perception immediately, he still felt as if thunder was ringing deep in his brain.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaking. It was clearly just a single sentence, but it seemed to convey the true meaning of the great Dao.

Jiang Huai didn't have time to feel the long-lost throbbing in his body. Soon, the scene in front of him changed again.

In the pitch-black space, rays of blood-red light illuminated the sky. It was not some strange phenomenon, but simply the surging of blood.

From ancient times to the present, there is bright red glow everywhere, and the place is boiling everywhere.

The energy here, if it leaks out a little, will cause complete disorder in time and space, and can easily destroy the vast universe and the endless universe.

But at the same time, this force is very unstable and is always on the verge of collapse.

The sight was horrible.

However, those boiling nameless energies exist deep in Jiang Huai's sea of ​​consciousness.

But he is at this level.

There is no difference between real and fake.

At the same time, the deafening voice sounded again, spanning an incomprehensible amount of time: "Who are you?"

Jiang Huai calmed his mind, his face solemn, thought for a while, and said nothing.

Seeing that Jiang Huai didn't say anything, the being behind the voice immediately became furious.

His blood was boiling, and a huge bloody palm suddenly fell down and slapped towards Jiang Huai.

The blood-red palm was like an endless blood-red sky, covering the entire sky of the sea of ​​consciousness, as if even the end of the universe was shrouded by it.

The lines on the palm of his hand were no longer simple lines, but long winding rivers of blood.

Endless blood and destruction flow in each long river, as if carrying the collapse and rebirth of countless worlds.

Before the big palm fell completely, Jiang Huai felt a suffocating feeling of oppression.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was trembling.

In reality, his body was also shaking uncontrollably. Even Pangu's true body at the perfect level couldn't bear it, and it seemed like it would explode in the next moment.

“Boom boom boom!”

Space was torn apart, time was distorted, and even his soul seemed insignificant under this force.

Jiang Huai could feel the horror of that power.

When this palm strikes down, not only his body will be crushed.

Even his soul, his consciousness, all traces of his existence will be completely erased.

But Jiang Huai still didn't move.

His eyes were calm, and he had his hands behind his back, like a piece of bluestone that could not be damaged by wind and rain.

From the beginning to the end, he turned a deaf ear to the unusual movements from above.

final,

The huge hand that covered the sky and the sun and carried tremendous power came down with a bang, covering the entire plateau.

For a moment, under the big hand, like a flood bursting through a dam, the tidal force of the law instantly submerged Jiang Huai's figure.

However, the imagined scene of Jiang Huai being wiped out did not happen.

When all abnormalities disappeared and the dust settled.

The figure still stood there intact.

Not to mention the serious injuries, not even a single hair was lost.

The robe, which was three points whiter than snow, rustled in the wind, but still did not attract any dust.

Everything that just happened was just an illusion. Perhaps at some point in the past, it was so grand and exaggerated.

As soon as the voice appeared, Jiang Huai realized that the stone jar should have the traces of the first creature who stepped onto the sacrificial path.

With the creation of the budding laws, he once again saw traces of the past existence of the first creature who stepped onto the sacrificial path.

A scene imprinted in a stone jar was presented before him in this form.

That big hand was not directed at me, and that voice was not directed at me either.

But countless years ago, something tried to spy on that creature and was discovered by it.

Different time and space, and years, will not have a direct intersection.

But if you take action, it will cause resonance among certain remaining forces from the past.

It would be better to stay still.

…

As the big hand fell, the furious voice disappeared.

The scene in front of Jiang Huai changed again.

Instead.

It is a plateau that looks extremely peaceful even from Jianghuai.

The plateau is majestic and boundless. Looking into the distance, the world is truly vast.

The sun is shining, the mountains are rolling, and the forests are lush.

The grassland is like a green sea, dotted with wild flowers, and the river is winding, peaceful and holy.

Even Jiang Huai would feel a sense of peace in his heart when he saw this plateau.

This place seems to be isolated from the main road, full of vitality, like a paradise.

This day.

A figure suddenly stepped in here.

It broke the tranquility on the plateau that had lasted for who knows how long.

Thousands of mountains are towering and tens of thousands of peaks and forests are surging.

He came to the deepest part of the plateau.

The ten oldest and most vigorous ancient trees were uprooted, and using the blood of all races unique to the plateau as fuel, an unprecedented fire was lit.

The raging fire swept across the entire plateau.

Then He crushed the ten most majestic peaks on the plateau and set them in flames, burning them for an entire epoch.

Under the fire, the sand was gradually shaped into the shape of three sarcophagi.

After doing all this,

The figure's originally gloomy expression suddenly changed, and he became like a true Buddha facing the sufferings of the world with compassion.

The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his whole body seemed to be tied up by invisible yet real strings.

"well……"

After a long time, a sigh broke the silence.

As the sigh fell, the man moved.

Youyou walked closer to the sea of ​​fire.

The fire that was enough to burn the world and the infinite universe into ashes seemed to have found the best fuel in the world in an instant.

The raging fire suddenly increased countless times, and the terrifying fire waves even burned the vast universe bordering this plateau into stone.

This is a high temperature beyond the limit and imagination. In fact, this kind of fire should not exist. The existence of the sacrificial realm will be melted into juice in an instant.

Time passed slowly, and after burning for who knows how long, the man's figure finally disappeared in the vast sea of ​​fire.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The fire that was raging everywhere finally stopped.

As the flames died down, the living body turned into ashes that spread out as if to cover the entire world, announcing the end of life in flames.

Look around.

There were black ashes everywhere, piled up like a black ocean. Amid the howling hurricane, the ashes rolled like huge waves on the ocean.

The once peaceful and harmonious plateau no longer has the vitality it once had.

Following this unexpected disaster, the entire plateau fell into silence. Ashes fell from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, bringing an unprecedented extremely cold winter.

The plateau became the man’s final burial place.

All the tribes on the plateau became each other's burial objects.

Jiang Huai looked at the scene coldly with a blank expression on his face.

He knew that the scene in the stone jar was not over yet.

Thick black smoke was still rising slowly above the charred ruins, and a pungent burnt smell filled the dead air.

Sure enough, at this moment.

Deep within the mountain of ashes, things suddenly began to surge violently.

Then, a huge figure suddenly rushed out from the deep ashes.

The other person was covered in red hair. Under the depressing darkness, the red hair was eye-catching, as if it was soaked in blood. An indescribable strange aura surged from the red-haired figure.

Its body was twisted and tall. It walked out of the ashes step by step, and became bigger and bigger. In the end, even the ashes as deep as the abyss only reached its knees.

The other person's body was twisted and he staggered, as if he would fall down at the next moment.

But it wasn't a serious injury.

Looking closely, it looks like a toddler, or an elderly person who has difficulty walking.

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Every move he made was filled with an indescribable weirdness.

New life was born from the ashes.

In other words, a new existence was born from that skin.

However, there was no surprise on Jiang Huai's face, as if he had guessed this would happen.

After the red-haired creature crawled out of the ashes, his gaze was fixed on the other party's eyes, and his expression became more solemn.

Deep, vast, without any sadness or joy, yet at the same time as transparent as amber and agate, like a young child who is unaware of the dangers of the world.

Except for the red hair, it looked exactly like the creature that was burned to ashes.

But the more this happened, the more it showed that the guess he had accidentally made during his previous conversation with Shan Nian was correct.

Because the red-haired monster is simply the result of evil thoughts, its eyes cannot be so complicated.

Only a complete personality can do this.

This confirmed his conjecture.

The red-haired monster is not the first evil manifestation in the infinite universe to step onto the sacrificial path.

It’s all the other person’s thoughts except good intentions.

At first, the good thoughts thought that they were driven out of the body of the real owner by the evil thoughts, but now it seems that this is not the case.

It was the real person who took the initiative to strip away the good thoughts and discard them from the body. Otherwise, if it were simply thoughts of good and evil, it would be impossible for him to have such complex eyes.

When they reach this level, nothing will be restrained because there is no need.

But why do this?

There could be only one explanation.

Perhaps in the eyes of the real person, good thoughts are the root cause of his "illness".

In order to "heal" himself, he chose to strip away the good thoughts and leave the rest.

But this explanation still doesn't seem to make sense.

Jiang Huai frowned slightly, his thoughts surging in his mind. Normally, he was unwilling to waste his brain energy analyzing other things.

The red-haired monster can make an exception for him once.

First of all, the assumption that stripping away good intentions in order to “cure illness” is for the purpose of curing oneself is simply not true.

From the other person's perspective, he is omniscient and omnipotent, so he naturally knows that the culprit that caused his illness was actually his world-weariness, and not simply a certain emotion that was wrong.

In the words of later generations, it means suffering from depression.

In this condition, the patient loses all emotion.

Even if it is a loved one, or even his own life or death, he will not have any emotional fluctuations

This is like a gourmet who has lost his sense of taste, and everything he eats tastes like wax.

Depression also abandons goodness...

Isn't this behavior just like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs and draining the pond to catch all the fish? !

The only result can only be that the disease becomes even more terminal and completely incurable.

While Jiang Huai was thinking, the red-haired creature trapped in the endless ashes suddenly spoke:

"It still doesn't work..."

"How...how can I...do this...I can see, but why can't I enter..."

The creature covered with red hair suddenly half-knelt on the ground and howled to the sky. The shrill sound shook the plateau and broke it into pieces.

Tears of blood fell from his eyes and turned into a bloody rain all over the sky. For a moment, the plateau was in turmoil due to wind and rain, and everywhere was bright red.

At the same time, the picture was shaking and no longer stable, like a broken mirror that was quickly covered with cracks.

At this moment, Jiang Huai felt that the stone jar in his sea of ​​consciousness was also rumbling.

Because the stone jar had been perfectly integrated with the budding law, he could even hear the endless cracking sounds coming from the stone jar.

As hard and brittle as a broken bone.

It seemed that if he continued, the stone jar would shatter and cease to exist.

Jiang Huai was shocked.

But it was not because of the unusual movement coming from the stone jar.

After all, he is the first being in history to step onto the path of sacrifice.

Even if it disappears for countless years, it will never be extinct.

As the stone jar is the carrier of a certain imprint, it is inevitable that it will be affected.

He was just a little frightened. You know, the stone jar existed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the stone jar in his sea of ​​consciousness was not the original one.

Even just a few traces left over from the past can affect a sacrificial statue. Is this the power of the sacrificial statue?

But now he could no longer feel it. If he continued, the stone jar might really collapse.

If it was before, it would be fine, but now this stone jar is of great use to me, and it has also been perfectly integrated with the budding of the law.

One plus one is greater than two.

But if one of them is damaged, the whole will be affected.

He immediately moved his mind and forced his consciousness away from the mark in the stone jar.

In my ears, everything is silent.

The nineteenth level of hell was not impacted or affected. The thick white fog around it was still slowly wriggling as if it had life.

That power had been lost for who knows how long. Although it could still affect the stone jar, it was ultimately too far away.

Jiang Huai immediately looked inwards, but the scene before him made his heart sink.

At this moment, the stone jar was covered with dense cracks.

The cracks spread like a spider web, almost covering the entire tank, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

The ancient runes that were originally flowing on the surface of the tank have now become dim, and some runes have even broken, losing their original charm.

Jiang Huai had an unpleasant expression.

Fortunately, the stone jar has perfectly integrated with the budding of its own laws. As long as it is not completely annihilated and erased, it can be restored with time.

It's just recovery, but I have suffered a great loss for no reason.

Of course, if you think about it, it can’t be considered a big loss.

After all, I still got some secrets.

But he couldn’t understand what the red-haired monster was yelling at the end of the scene.

What can be seen and what cannot be seen?

Could it be that he had seen a more powerful life?

Is this possible?

Of course it is impossible in the book.

But now is the real world...

Of course, this is just a guess and doesn't mean it is necessarily the case.

But no matter what, I have to be cautious. Only by experiencing it personally can I feel that what happened back then was far from that simple.

Afterwards, Jiang Huai looked at the stone jar with some heartache.

Fortunately, the budding of the law was indeed powerful. In a short while, some minor cracks on the stone jar had been restored to their original state.

Just now, his entire mind was immersed in the scene in the stone jar. Now that he had pulled himself out of it, the first thing he did was to look up to the sky.