Chapter 2510: Prison of Time! Listen to All Living Things!
Su Han?
The young man was stunned. Who is Su Han?
Boom!
Boom!
Before he could react, the mysterious monument shook violently. The laws of time were like thousands of rays of light, constantly falling down, illuminating the endless sky, and were about to fall into the courtyard!
It's broken!
The shadow continued to spread, and the young man's heart trembled. He felt a pressure as heavy as the boundless sky falling on him, making his already faint figure even more scattered!
At this time.
The courtyard trembled slightly, and a layer of light suddenly lit up, turning into a vast, vast, mysterious and unpredictable Taichu power, blocking the mysterious monument outside!
Bang!
Bang!
...
Two completely different forces, but belonging to the same level, kept strangling each other, and the roars resounded through the endless time and space, shaking the young man's figure to be scattered on the spot, leaving only half of his body and a... head.
After a long time.
The movement stopped.
The young man gradually regained consciousness and saw his mutilated body, speechless.
He glanced around.
He suddenly discovered that the small courtyard where he was located had landed on a vast floating island without knowing when!
There was more than one floating island.
Through the wisps of mist outside the floating island, he saw more floating islands like the one under his feet, huge and boundless, with no end in sight. The floating islands were surrounded by light pillars condensed by the laws of time, making it difficult for him to see the situation on the island!
But...
He vaguely saw the mysterious monuments standing on the edge of the floating island, and also vaguely saw some of the words on them.
"The sentence is 100,000 years!"
"The sentence is 500,000 years!"
"The sentence is one million years!"
"..."
With a click!
Seeing this, the young man suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. After looking around, he suddenly found that the mysterious stele he had seen before was standing there at an angle at the back of the courtyard. The thick fog covered most of the words on the stele, but... he could still see some of the content.
"Su Han, a repeat offender!"
"... He has committed crimes repeatedly and has committed serious crimes... His sentence is unknown!"
The young man: "?"
His face was a little dark.
Although he had forgotten everything, he was not stupid. By comparing the mysterious steles around him, he knew that he was also locked up by some strange power, and... it seemed to be a life sentence?
Su Han.
He always felt that this name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"Could it be... my friend?"
Thinking of this.
His face became darker and more aggrieved.
After all... it was clearly a crime committed by a man named Su Han. What does it have to do with him?
Suffering for someone else?
Going to jail for someone else?
Isn't this a complete scapegoat?
Su! Han!
He remembered the name firmly. No matter if the other party was his friend or not, as long as they met, he would beat him up first!
He wanted to go out and take a look.
But his instinct told him that with his current state, once he left the courtyard, he could not resist the invasion of the fog, let alone the mysterious monument that made him feel dangerous from the bottom of his heart.
He sighed.
He temporarily put aside this unrealistic idea and began to look at this inconspicuous courtyard. The first thing he saw was the black sword that was inserted diagonally not far from him!
His heart moved.
He slowly floated over and looked at it carefully. Although the sword spirit was silent and could not respond to him for the time being, a sense of familiarity and intimacy still emerged in his heart.
It seemed...
This sword had been with him for life and death, never leaving him, and fighting countless battles. It was his most intimate old friend!
"Old friend..."
Speaking softly, he subconsciously called out this name, and wanted to reach out to pick up the black sword, but the illusory arm passed through the black sword.
His expression was slightly startled.
He suddenly felt that, in addition to the black sword in front of him, there were many people, things, and feelings in his mind that were hard to let go... But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember a single thing!
He stood there.
He fell into thinking.
Thinking about why he became like this, thinking about how he should remember the past, and thinking about how he should get out of here and see the outside world.
Like a stone sculpture.
He stood there for a hundred years. Although he didn't remember everything and didn't think of a way out, he unexpectedly found that he seemed... dead.
This made him a little sad.
He felt that he should have a lot of important things to do, so how could he collapse halfway and die suddenly?
Sadness and joy always complement each other.
In addition to sadness, he discovered a fact that made him a little relieved.
He has a special ability.
He can listen to the voices of all living beings.
To be precise, he could feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, separation and reunion of countless sentient beings from the wisps of mist outside the courtyard. He could listen to the elegy of the times, feel the ups and downs of the world, and even feel the vastness of sentient beings and the resentment of life.
More importantly.
Every time he listened to the power of sentient beings, his figure would become more solid. Until the end, although he still had no cultivation, he looked no different from ordinary people on the surface.
His eyes turned.
He looked at the black sword again, and lifted it up and held it in his hand.
This made him very happy.
Because his instinct told him that as long as he continued to listen like this, relying on the endless power of all living beings to complete himself, sooner or later, he would be able to reverse life and death, revive again, and even... remember the forgotten past!
In an excited mood.
He finally had the mind to look at everything in the courtyard.
The courtyard was small.
But it had everything.
A small path that could only accommodate one person divided it into two parts. On the left was a deserted vegetable field, on the right was a well, and next to it was a pile of scattered dry firewood.
The furnishings in the hut were simpler.
A pair of wooden tables and chairs, and a bag of unknown crop seeds thrown casually in the corner, and other than that, there was nothing else.
The young man felt.
In the countless years to come, he might have to stay here all the time, and a person's life is always a bit boring, so he decided... to grow some vegetables.
He was a man who did what he said.
Carrying water, loosening the soil, sowing seeds... all done in one go, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, he set his eyes on the pile of firewood. After all, he was idle anyway, so he decided to chop the pile of firewood.
He looked up at the sky.
He looked at the black sword in his hand.
He suddenly had an idea, and introduced the voice of all living beings that he had listened to and the power of all living beings that he had attracted into the sword body!
Buzz!
The sword body trembled slightly, and the sword spirit that was trapped seemed to have signs of revival due to excessive consumption!
At the same time.
On the originally dim sword edge, a sharp meaning suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt, splitting the fog in front of him, and breaking a certain shackle in his mind, allowing him to successfully remember something!
"Xuantian, sword monument?"
Looking at the black sword, he muttered to himself.
