In the somewhat lonely morning light, nearly a hundred children lined up neatly in several rows, wearing solemn dark mourning clothes, with faces that were heavy and sad that should not belong to this age group, standing quietly in the open space. In the hall.

This was once a cave called Golden Deer Gate, a gathering place for evil spirits. A group of crazy cultivators gathered here, plundered children from all over, forced them to practice, and then - ate them, absorbed the spiritual energy they cultivated, and exchanged it for themselves The growth of cultivation.

In this hall, countless children were killed in the most cruel way at gatherings called "Peach Banquet". Countless spiritual energy escaped in this hall, and over time, it actually caused the accompanying spiritual energy that was originally difficult to detect. The phenomenon has accumulated to a remarkable degree that is visible to the naked eye, turning the entire hall into a palace of blue crystals with an exotic atmosphere.

At this moment, in the center of the hall, a simple wooden platform stood quietly. In front of the wooden platform, a thin boy faced everyone, his eyes slowly passing over everyone.

"...Many, many tragic things have happened here."

Xiang Guang spoke slowly. His voice was very deep and slow, and every word seemed to follow his gaze and slowly fell on everyone. His eyes were like a mirror, and every word was like his. Anyone who looks at him seems to be able to resonate with the same sadness as himself.

Some people have lost their elder brother who protected them. Some people have lost their beloved little sister. Some people have lost their friends for many years. Some people have lost their new confidants.

——On a certain evening, he was taken away by the black hands that seemed to be unstoppable by fate, and never came back.

Low sobs began to sound in the hall.

"...We have been angry and fought -" Xiang Guang's eyes continued to move, "-we have been sad and desperate."

"We once stood up and performed great deeds like the heroes in the story!"

Xiang Guang's voice suddenly became louder, and everyone's eyes lit up, as if they were recalling the memory of everyone standing side by side that day.

"... We have also," Xiang Guang's voice deepened, "committed sinful mistakes."

Countless rays of light that had just lit up dimmed again. The scars on those friends who had been wantonly vented by themselves,

The desperate looks on the faces of those partners who had been pushed out of the prison by their own hands... Those figures that they had forgotten, and the viciousness that they had sealed up in numbness, emerged in their hearts very clearly at this moment.

Many people began to lose control of themselves, and the solemn hall was no longer quiet, but Xiang Guang's voice still passed through everyone slowly and firmly.

"...many, many, many people stayed here forever." Xiang Guang closed his eyes, and after being silent for a few seconds, he suddenly opened them again, "——But, we survived!"

Xiang Guang's voice was high-pitched, carrying some uncontrollable emotion, as if he was about to break through the sky above his head and rush into the incomparably vast world.

"We are alive! And we will continue to live! Leave here alive, live to see our parents, live to grow up, live to do what we want to do!"

"So today! We are here to say goodbye to all those who have stayed here forever, leaving everything we belong here here, and taking away for them - everything they do not belong here!"

Amidst the continuous crying around him, Xiang Guang finally couldn't control his eyes. He shook his head vigorously, erasing the girl with slightly curly hair and wide forehead that vaguely appeared in the blurred vision, and said with a choked but firm voice.

The voice shouted: "The ceremony... begins!"

A small flame slowly climbed up from under the wooden platform. The children had no specific order, but they approached the wooden platform one by one naturally. Some put down a piece of tattered clothes; some put down a dry grass ring;

Some put down a wood-carved bird with an almost unrecognizable shape, and some put down a small piece of dry steamed bun that was already hard...

The children came one by one, and among the countless words that were either hoarse or silent, the flames of the wooden platform surged higher and higher, eventually melting everything into the distorted sight!

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Lou Wuchen stood silently on the cliff, looking at the children below, wondering what he was thinking.

"...It's a memorial ceremony." Yun Hengdong came to Lou Wuchen's side at some point, and there was a hint of unspeakable emotion in his still calm tone, "Did you teach them to do this?"

"No, it was that child who took the initiative to ask me." Lou Wuchen did not look back. In front of his sight, a bright red figure

The flames burned fiercely in the blue palace, "I just told him a form... that I know."

Yun Hengdong didn't speak anymore, and she and Lou Wuchen silently watched the flames in the distance. After a long time, until the flames gradually extinguished, she slowly asked:

"You -" Yun Hengdong paused and seemed to think for a moment, "You, Youxue, and even Honglian Dao Master - what is your relationship with Shinto...?"

"..."

Silent silence.

But Yun Hengdong seemed to have expected this situation, and did not show a disappointed expression: "Well, I won't ask this anymore. Can you answer my other question? According to the information I found, the Shinto Legal Network should be impossible

It exists independently from the Shinto system. Can you tell me what exactly that little ball is?"

After a brief silence, Lou Wuchen spoke: "Although I'm not entirely sure, I think it's probably...the land of nothingness."

"The land of nothing?"

"Well. If more than 100,000 Shinto people die together in battle, and there is more than one Tianzun among them, their most ardent common desire during their lifetime will be condensed with the bones of Tianzun as the core, and can be activated under certain conditions.

——To put it simply, this is the world they dreamed of until the last moment, the land of nothingness.”

"The world of dreams..."

Lou Wuchen nodded: "What is reflected here is probably the wish for a world where spiritual energy will not be misused."

Seemingly sensing Yun Hengdong's fear, Lou Wuchen pondered for a moment and then said: "But the Land of Nothingness is not as scary as you think. In the final analysis, it is just a kind of longing, not a professional weapon.

Different from the Shinto legal net that imprisons the flow of spiritual energy, this land of nothingness only suppresses the activity of the surrounding spiritual beings with the remaining thoughts. At most, it affects the Guiyuan realm. Perhaps the True First realm can forcibly break through this suppression and cast spells. And

There is a limit to longing, and it can be preserved because it is contained in Tianzun's bones. If it is stimulated like this, it will probably be used two or three times at most, and it will be completely exhausted and become an ordinary souvenir."
Chapter completed!