Leisurely cultivating life

The past experience of this life seemed to be stripped away and merged into the phantom of the god.

His consciousness was like being peeled off an onion, layer by layer.

Jiang Xing from the Earth in the previous life...was born in this world, father, mother, elder brother and second brother... Qingyu Mountain, she dressed in red... above the sea of ​​clouds, a kiss to confirm love...on Yujing Mountain,...

All the past has been stripped away, without these experiences, without these memories, then what can prove that he is still——

'Zhou Fan'!

This is a difficult question to answer, and Zhou Fan couldn't even answer it.

Because he was almost completely forgetting who he was.

It's like an onion is peeled to the inside, but there's nothing there.

Empty!

At that time, he will also be completely reduced to nothing.

Zhou Fan's end seems to be doomed, and there is no possibility of reversal.

Fate is so cruel.

No matter how hard you persist and how hard you work, you can't change your destiny in the end!

When you give everything you have, but there is nothing you can do to change the outcome.

That kind of despair is also the saddest thing in the world.

At this moment, Zhou Fan's consciousness is like the last firefly in the night sky.

Do your best, try to burn, try to light up this endless dark night.

However, the raging earth, fire, water and wind in the Purple Mansion are like the deepest and deepest night wind.

To engulf him completely in darkness.

Only when we are really about to perish, will we cherish every moment of life.

Only then will you understand the beauty and splendor of life.

Zhou Fan has never experienced death better than at this moment.

He can no longer recall his life, because those memories have been obliterated.

Yes, it's just the memory of "Jiang Xing" on the earth.

He didn't even know that he was 'Zhou Fan', because all the deeds representing 'Zhou Fan' did not remain in his heart.

The heart of the Tao is dead and silent, only the darkness will last forever.

The light is like a shooting star, but only for a moment.

Just like his life, it has been brilliant, brilliant, and glorious, but it will pass in the end.

No one will know him for thousands of years, just as there was no one for thousands of years ago.

Finally, the darkness invaded like a tide.

The last bit of inspiration in Zhou Fan's heart also disappeared abruptly.

The earth, fire, water, and wind raged wantonly, and the god finally solidified himself.

Stepping on those ground, fire, water, and wind, there is a profound sound of the Dao.

Immediately, the earth, fire, water, and wind began to intertwine regularly, and in this small space, laws began to be woven, the spirit of good fortune was sprayed out, and the universe was recreated.

I saw patches of beautiful mountains and rivers, land continents, and rippling seas...

The clear air goes up to become the sky, and the turbid air sinks to become Jiuyou...

There are sun, moon and stars in the sky, and birds, beasts, insects and fish on the earth, full of vitality...

This world is so lively and moving.

In a square inch of land, evolve a vast world.

In the snap of a finger, the heaven and the earth are established.

At this moment, the 'God' was silent.

Cool like Zhou Fan's body surface is densely packed with avenue runes.

Interpreting the supreme truths between heaven and earth, if anyone can see this scene, it will be an opportunity that is hard to find in a lifetime.

Between Sumi, the number of trillions of trillions of rules and laws are deduced, the natural interweaving of endless rules and laws, and finally converge towards the 'god',

And in the corner of this 'heaven and earth', on the leaf of an insignificant and extremely small mulberry tree, there is a chrysalis, which is constantly trembling.

Zhou Fan's consciousness was not completely annihilated, he finally turned his consciousness into an extremely hard chrysalis.

Follow the silkworm chrysalis, bind yourself in a cocoon, and fall into complete darkness, just for a moment of transformation.

At this moment, there is no difference between him and real death.

Empty, nothingness, and darkness with no end in sight, no thought, no thought, no form, the chaos is too empty, and there is nothing.

I don't know how long it took before Zhou Fan gave birth to his own perception again.

He has no eyes, ears, nose...

Yes, just a glimpse of the first thought, just aware of their own existence.

Not knowing who I am, nor the concept of 'I'!

I don't know how long years have passed in this emptiness and darkness, 'he' suddenly understood the concept of 'I'!

A torrent of information rushed in instantly, and he suddenly understood who he was.

"I... am... Zhou... Fan..."

The intermittent four words seem to have been used for a hundred years!millennium!Ten thousand years!

Zhou Fan was silent, speechless, and silent.

The power of heaven is fully revealed at this moment.

is everything, and can erase everything.