Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

It is said that there was such a kind of torture in the mortal world. The prisoner was locked alone in a dark and small room, isolated from light and sound, and the boundless darkness and silence tortured his sanity.

People can't tolerate this kind of environment. It only needs to be closed like this for three to five days, and it can only be a few months at most. Even a tough guy will be forced to have a nervous breakdown.

So, what kind of concept would it be if a soul that lost its home chose to exist in the dead forever?

……

In the vast universe, dust, frost and dark fire are everywhere.Countless stars are hovering, flickering like fireflies, as if weaving a vast and old silk.

There is an invisible gleam, dragging a long trail through the darkness.

Or the original qi of yin and yang that has been silent for hundreds of millions of years is blown away, causing a few ripples;

It doesn't look back.

Just like what it once promised to the world when it was still a human soul.

The ghost of the evil star abandoned his hometown and chose to run towards endless loneliness.Darkness and cold will always accompany it in the future, and only the memory that has not been erased is engraved with the passing years.

That period... now seems like a fleeting time.

It is like the ancients walking on the prehistoric land, picking up two stones and knocking out a little spark.The sparks flashed twice from birth to death, which is Fang Zhiyuan's two lives.

Perhaps it was because of the deep obsession when he was a human being. Although the three souls and seven souls have been fused into one original ghost soul, the consciousness and memory of "Fang Zhiyuan" have not been erased for a long time.

As a result, the boundless loneliness and the regret before death blended together, turning into a Lingchi blade to torment this soul.

Its devotion is too late, even if it is devoted to Zhou Hai now, some people cannot be saved.

The soul is scattered, and the ashes are wiped out.

Just think about it, it is heartbreaking pain, a real pain that goes deep into the soul.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be Lin Lingqing.

The soul that should die should be Fang Zhiyuan.

The curse star began to kill himself again and again in his memory.

After all, in such a sea of ​​eternal loneliness, with such a frail soul, all that is left is the remaining memory in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the beginning, the cursed star killed himself when he went to Jingui for the first test in his previous life.

Before parting, he was drunk and secretly kissed his senior brother with red eyes.In the middle of the night, he went to the Xingchen Terrace alone, confessed the truth about his fate, and asked Jina to help him.

The following things will be a matter of course.He almost attracted most of the ghosts in Yujie, stimulating the awakening of ghosts.Son of Ziwei killed his body, and sent the ghost of the cursed star out of Yujie with the power of the stars in the sky.

It went to Panyu to draw away Yin Qi, and plunged into the sea of ​​space...

but.

"why."

At dawn, the young Xianjun who was left behind hugged the cold corpse of Fu Xing, and stroked Fang Zhiyuan's eyebrows with trembling fingers.

When Lin Lingqing raised his eyes, tears rolled down, reflecting a ruthless light, and his voice burst out with blood from between his teeth, "...why, what."

Jina stood not far away, with a complicated look on his face: "Fang Zhiyuan is a disaster star, if he doesn't die, the Three Realms..."

Before the words were finished, Sheng Zi's throat was kissed by a burst of sword light, and blood was instantly splashed everywhere.

On that day, the little fairy known as the Mercy Fairy in the fairy world slaughtered most of Ziwei Pavilion like crazy, and finally he was bloody and exhausted, and still refused to give up.

Several elders joined forces to besiege, and the white-robed boy fell with hatred, and was regarded by Ziwei Pavilion as an evil spirit in the Three Realms.

Fang Zhiyuan looked at all this in disbelief, and there was a trembling of resistance in his soul, no... no no no, I made a mistake, it can't be like this...

He hastily escaped from this phantom of memory.

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The second time, he killed himself when he first entered Taiqing Island.

He figured that at that time, his senior brother's affection for him should not be deep enough, so it would be impossible for him to die or live for him.

So the black-clothed young man, who was still seriously injured, chose an early morning, took a deep look at Lin Lingqing who was sleeping lightly with Yu Hongtang in his arms, and pushed the door out.

He stepped on the snow to the top of the pine, knelt down in front of his newly recognized master, and begged for his death.

Yin Changxin took him to the Yin Yuan, used the Yin energy there to help him awaken the ghost, and broke the rules of space to send the evil star to the Panyu Realm, and the dust settled.

but.

"why?"

In the afternoon when Yin Changxin returned, the young man in white persistently pulled the master's sleeve and questioned him over and over again.

Lin Lingqing gritted her teeth sadly, raised her clear eyes and asked unwillingly, "Where's my star?"

Yin Changxin was speechless to answer, and couldn't be fooled after several attempts, so he had to tell his little apprentice the whole truth.

Lin Lingqing was silent for three days and three nights. On the fourth day, he knelt down in front of Yin Changxin with his sword in his hands, and said seriously: "This is wrong."

"what?"

"It's wrong for Xing Xing to die for the sins of the Panyu world, and the soul will suffer eternal sinking. Qing'er refuses to accept it."

"...you are not convinced, so what?"

The little Cixian pondered for a moment, then calmly said: "The deceased is gone, and I can't find him. But since Qing'er refuses to accept, this matter must not be let go."

He pressed Tu Nan sword, "Then let's seek revenge with Pan Yujie first."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"know."

"It's only been a few days since you first met him, and you're about to die for him."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"My pleasure."

"I'm not happy with anything else."

For many years since then, Xiaoxianjun has exhausted his efforts to fight against the Panyu world, and finally, just like Yin Changxin once predicted, he walked into a desperate situation step by step without looking back.

Fang Zhiyuan watched Lin Lingqing suffer all his life.After being captured by the Panyu people, he lost his spiritual power and broke his meridians, and his wounded body was thrown in front of Lord Panyu by the Shuangxiu cauldron as a tribute...

The phantom scene was shattered once again.

……

Fang Zhiyuan decided to kill himself before meeting Lin Lingqing.

He cursed inwardly as if he had figured it out, obviously before leaving Yujie, he had thought about not meeting each other if he could do it all over again, so why did he forget it?

If you don't meet him, you won't meet again. As long as Lin Lingqing can walk his happy and unrestrained journey and not be implicated by any evil stars... that would be the best.

This time, Fu Xing didn't rely on anyone's strength, and didn't ask anyone to send him off.He found Yin Qi to wake up the Yin Soul, and then he groped and flew out of this place without leaving any traces.

For Yujie, it's just that the child who can attract Yin demons that Zhu Qifang's family secretly chased and killed quietly disappeared from the world after a day of turmoil in Yin Qi.

Fang Zhiyuan thought to himself: I didn't have anything to do with Lin Lingqing this time, so I think it will be all right?

but.

A few months later, the Taoist on Taiqing Island who was passing through the tribulation period died his beloved disciple.Without meeting Fang Zhiyuan, Lin Lingqing was finally devoured by inner demons and died.

He was only 12 years old, so young, sleeping in the coffin like a fairy carved out of white jade, but he could no longer open his eyes.Ren Yu Hongtang cried heart-rendingly, and would not answer again.

Fang Zhiyuan watched numbly that the fairy body of the little fairy was burned, leaving only a handful of ashes, and was buried under the soul tree by Yin Changxin.

The world and everything in the phantom began to fade, and fell silent in the darkness.

……

In the end, he was almost begging for a glimmer of hope, imagining that before everything started, the soul who was born as a disaster star would kill himself at the beginning of his birth.

The red star shattered like a beating heart, and the fire splashed like blood, illuminating the vast and dark space sea.

When the flames are extinguished, everything is silent, and finally there will be no more disasters, no more sorrows.

but……

If there is no disaster, how can there be a fairy baby to save the world?

This time, Yin Changxin did not make that child.There was a snow lotus on the top of the mountain that bloomed for several days and then withered, that's all.

There is no Fang Zhiyuan in karma, so there is no Lin Lingqing either.He killed himself, but he also killed his lover at the same time.

Fang Zhiyuan thought blankly, why is this happening?

Time and time again...he bumped into his memory until his head was bleeding, and he tried thousands of possibilities, so Lin Lingqing was destroyed thousands of times.

Until the ghost of the evil star finally collapsed, the most gloomy place sunk in the sea of ​​consciousness turned into the former human body, curled up on his knees, hugged his head and wailed.

If you can't break the destiny, you can't achieve perfection.

I don't know when, the curse star gave up seeking death, and started chasing some fragmented shadows in the memory instead.

He looked at the spring flowers stained with empty clouds, at the summer waves surging over Linhai, at the autumn wind blowing through the Jingui Palace, at the winter snow that fell on the palm of his hand when he was wandering around the world with the Lin negative green waves.

Fang Zhiyuan never thought of self-destructing his spiritual consciousness, even though he knew clearly that this would free him from the torture, he was unwilling to forget it.

Sometimes he also remembered that Lin Lingqing said that he would always be with him...

So he floated up and down in the sea of ​​consciousness, burrowing into his memory, imagining that Lin Lingqing would really return to his side and be with him forever.

Fang Zhiyuan felt a little despicable.

But if not, he really couldn't hold on.

He began to chase the figure in his memory in the sea of ​​consciousness, but he instinctively resisted being with Lin Lingqing, so he told himself that he would never be able to catch up with that person.

In the dark deep sea, the white clothes appeared on the other side, looking at him quietly, while he was always swimming.

Whenever he approached, Lin Lingqing would glance at him lightly, and his figure silently shattered into snow and flowers, and passed away one after another.

Consciousness is a strange thing. An hour in the outside world can last a hundred years in a dream.

After chasing for a long time, he began to be confused about time, illusion and reality, whether it was a human being or the soul of a star.

Sometimes, just a moment ago, she was still stretching out five fingers towards the white clothes that were finally close at hand, but the next moment she opened her eyes, she could only see a vast expanse of pitch-black Zhouhai, and the Yin Qi around her was piercingly cold.

Fang Zhiyuan gradually felt that it was almost time for his consciousness to dissipate.

Maybe one day, when he indulges the senior brother in the phantom of his memory to reach out to him, the existence of "Fang Zhiyuan" will die in the frozen sweetness of eternity.

But at least for now, he is still stubbornly refusing to dissipate, refusing to lose the last trace of clarity.

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I don't know how long it has passed, the concept of time and space has long been blurred, and the consciousness has become more and more dull.

Fang Zhiyuan vaguely heard someone calling him.

That voice was so familiar that it made people want to cry, but he was still in a daze, like someone who had been haunted in his sleep, and he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he tried.

where am i...

who I am……

What does "I" mean...

Why don't you remember?

"Zhiyuan."

That voice seemed to be full of pain, and seemed to contain infinite grievances, "Have you forgotten me? Are you even going to forget me?"

Suddenly, a cold needle pierced the heart, and the soul that was about to slacken suddenly trembled in pain, trying to deny something in a panic.

Fang Zhiyuan struggled for a long time, and finally regained a little self-awareness in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.His soul turned into a human body, and he opened his eyes.

In the boundless desolation and dark sea in front of my eyes, the water waves swayed and swirled, and a petite red lotus flower was in full bloom, like a red spark in the dark night.

A slender finger pinched the red lotus up, and the sweet and bitter fragrance touched the sleeve of the robe.

The young demon king who sat cross-legged on the water abyss had jade muscles and bones, and his spirit was shining.The ink-like phoenix eyes were half angry and annoyed, they lowered their eyelash curtains, only stared at the red lotus in their hands, and refused to look at him.

"Master...brother?" Fang Zhiyuan was stunned. Although he had sunk himself in the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, he had never seen such a vivid phantom.

The ability to think has been blunted, due to long-standing habits, and he wants to get closer to the past in a daze.

But he staggered and staggered like a disabled person who was seriously ill. After walking a few steps, his legs gave way and he fell into the cold water.

This is all usual, Fang Zhiyuan sank into the deep sea of ​​consciousness hazily, and closed his eyes wearily.

The more vivid the illusion, the more sad it is when it is broken.

Now that the evil star's consciousness is steady and scattered now and then, perhaps the appearance of Lin Lingqing in the costume of the demon king has brought him a slightly greater impact. At this moment, his consciousness began to blur again, and he couldn't get up again for a while.

But he heard the sound of wading into the water, mixed with a sigh, and the corner of the graceful black clothes was spread on the water.

Suddenly, the slender figure bent down.A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs respectively, with the sound of splashing water, and the waves parted in all directions——

A ray of light rushed into the eyes, but it was the faint luster of the Silver Dragon Emperor Crown.The next moment, that force hugged him even tighter, and his cheeks pressed against the black robe, which wet the delicate skirt.

The four directions in the sea of ​​consciousness are chaotic, without light and without light.The demon king's soul picked up the cursed star's soul from the water, and carried it firmly into his arms.