The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

He jumped into the wind hole he had just created, and because the distance was manipulated, Wu Ye didn't spend much time passing through the passage, and came to a red world.

hell.

The well-proportioned houses are arranged on both sides of the road, and along the straight avenue, they are divided into settlements of undead and gods of death. At the end of the road, there is a towering hall located here.

Everything is so familiar, and the ruins of memory have returned to the integrity they once had.

Gungnir, who descended from the sky, dispelled the undead, whose powerful aura even the god of death dared not approach.

Wu Ye landed on the edge of the sharp gun, and took it back against the vigilant eyes of the gods of death around him. Without saying a word, he walked through the path that the gods of death voluntarily let go, and came to the gate of the right and wrong hall.

Pushing open the closed palace door, Wu Ye immediately saw Lord Yama standing in front of him.

Siji Yingji is still the same as in her memory, she has not changed at all, her thin red lips are opened and closed, as if there are as many things to say as if there are mountains, but in the end, thousands of words are still turned into a meaningful sentence——

"Welcome back."

Chapter 53 Nightmare and Reality

I am back--

No matter what, Wu Ye couldn't say this sentence calmly.

Those complicated eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of the mask. Siji Yingji seemed to know the identity hidden under the mask from the very beginning. The moment she saw Wu Ye, she did not act like she was facing an uninvited intruder.

Does she recognize me?

Wu also came to a conclusion that made him extremely horrified. Even after a thousand years, the relationship between him and Shiji Eiji was not close, not even as close as Komachi.

But now, Lord Yan Wang said strange words like "Welcome back" to himself.

Incomprehensible.

"I've been... I've been waiting for you..."

The gradually sobbing cry made Wu Ye's brain go blank, his small body hugged him tightly, and the strange but familiar smell crossed the tip of his nose, igniting the deepest doubts in his heart.

Is it all so absurd, or has he really forgotten something.

Forgot something, very important, something.

"'If I'm no longer who I used to be, will you still be who you are?' You said so, so it must be conveyed by me, Takeya."

"!!!"

The shocking fact made Wu Ye stiff, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Why did she know this name from 1000 years later?

"What we see with our eyes may be completely different from its original appearance. The so-called enemy is not what we are facing now, but we have all forgotten, forgetting everything that happened in the past, and what will happen in the future. everything that's going to happen."

Siji Yingji gently let go of Wu Ye who was stunned in place, stretched out her hand and took off the mask on his face, the familiar face was almost the same as the one in memory.

Despite the tears in his eyes, Yan Wang still managed to maintain his emotions hovering on the verge of collapse. He stood on tiptoe and caressed his face. Four Seasons Yingji held Wu Ye's cheeks. He stared at the young man in front of him uncertainly.

Everything was exactly the same as in memory, even the time was accurately controlled to the second, and he still appeared here, in front of him.

Hiding the nostalgia in her heart that was too late to express, the haze in Siji Yingji's eyes was replaced by firmness.

The boy will get back his own power step by step, but at the same time, that guy will also get back his own memory little by little. When the two souls are intertwined, the separated memory will return to the original body.

The fate of the two people is divided at both ends of the long river of time, but the distorted time does not move forward, but forms an endless Mobius loop.

One side is sleeping, and the other is waking up. This is the case in every reincarnation, but after all, the young man has to face his own destiny.

She wants to convey, wants to tell the other party those secrets that are enough to overturn the world, but she can't...

She can't do it!

Those lost memories, the important memories buried in those seven days were all lost. Although she witnessed everything in secret, she was not one of those chosen ones.

She cannot compete against the power of the world.

She has no memory of those seven days.

She, who knew everything, was deprived of her most important memory, and they, who were engraved with eternity on the stars, lost the chance to save everything because of their own incurable stupidity.

At the very end, all she can do is to throw the boy's soul into the deepest part of hell, and let the world enter a new cycle.

She didn't know what kind of terrifying future was waiting for them at the end of reincarnation, maybe there was a world more terrifying than the abyss of hell ahead.

Therefore, it must be conveyed by her. Even if she is misunderstood and hostile countless times, she must do so.

Because this is the only way she knows to stop reincarnation.

"Whether it's me or them, the things that everyone can do are actually very limited in changing the reality, but one thing is for sure, no matter how time reincarnates, I will never forget that it is the only thing that breaks this reincarnation. method--"

"What... what?" Wu Ye's throat rolled subconsciously, perhaps because he was too shocked, or perhaps because of the instinct hidden somewhere in his body, even though he couldn't understand what Siji Yingji said, he was still moved by the content. guided by.

So much so that he fell into confusion because of what Yingji said in the next four seasons.

"Takeya, you must kill Yakumo Zi of this era with your own hands! She is the fuse of this reincarnation nightmare!!"

……

"what……!"

Suddenly throwing off the quilt and turning over to sit up, Yuko's pale face was covered with traces of fear, the sweat on her forehead slid down her cheeks, and the cold touch from the back of her hand brought the girl back to her senses.

"Master Youzi?" Yaoji's worried concern came from outside the door.