I seemed to see him coming back, I seemed to see huge lines suddenly appearing in this world, and bright light appeared in this hazy sky. (Novel

I reached out and wanted to grab him, but I only saw the corner of his clothes floating in the wind. I just couldn't open my eyes. I was so sleepy, as if my eyelids were being slit.

"Duanmusen, why has my son not woken up yet? What's going on with him? Why can't my Muxing Holy Power awaken him!"

Nuwa grabbed the master's hand and asked loudly.

"The soul body is locked, and the body is overly spiritual. To put it simply, Pangu's power is hidden in my blood. When I passed the blood into the body of the little liar, it not only intensified the bloodline in his body, but also brought Pangu to him. This was what I didn't expect back then. Pangu's parasite required two conditions. The first is that various energy reaches the peak, making the body highly spiritual power, and Pangu cannot survive in the human body. Second, the cultivation level must be at the level of a saint. The little liar swallowed the pill refined by Xia Li and exploded, and his cultivation level increased to break through the boundaries of the holy path in a short period of time. This gave Pangu an opportunity to take advantage of it. There are only two ways to restore his body."

The master said in a deep voice.

"The first type, I took action to break its boundaries and forced my body back from the state of high spiritual power. But the consequence is not necessarily good. The little liar may become a mortal and will never be able to practice again. The second type is waiting. The highly spiritual powered body is constantly pulling his body. Even his cultivation level, as long as he has enough time, he will wake up, and at the same time, his cultivation level will also break through the limit. (A good novel, but no one can say this time. It may take three or five years, or it may be thousands of years. Of course, this method is not 100% safe, and requires someone to take care of him. Moreover, Pangu has a great influence on his body. It is very likely that after he wakes up, he does have the cultivation of a saint, but he has no memories of the past. It may even be no longer a human, but a certain existence between man and god."

The master walked to me and reached out to touch my face gently. His pale face was like white jade.

"I won't let my son take risks. I'll choose the first one!"

Nuwa said without hesitation. As a mother, what she wants is not her son’s success, but just that her son can be with her side. Even if she does nothing, it doesn’t matter.

"I don't think you should make this choice."

The master's words made Nuwa stunned, and she turned around and looked at the master strangely and said, "I am his mother, so I naturally have the power..."

"You gave birth to Shaodian, not Wanlin."

The master interrupted her, but Nuwa's face became solemn in an instant. Doujinyu took it.

"We all know that after death, we entered the cycle of reincarnation, passed the Naihe Bridge, drank Mengpo soup, and forgot all the past events. Starting from scratch, we are another person. Why is the saint so arrogant? Isn't it because the saint can escape from the cycle of reincarnation and not receive karma? After all, Shaodian is not a saint. After all, he has been destined to be no longer your child since his first reincarnation. Perhaps Shaodian's remnant soul or bloodline is still flowing on the little liar, but they are not alone. I hope you can remember this. (No pop-up ad)"

The master's words were already very clear. Nuwa lowered her head and looked at me. After a long time, she said, "But, who else in this world can make a decision for him?"

"He himself!"

As the master spoke, he walked up to me and gently patted my forehead with his hand three times. A pure energy fell into my body along my forehead.

In the huge and boundless world, in the pure white light, I fell asleep quietly, like a child who didn't want to get up and wanted to stay in the bed for a while. He walked to me, squatted down to look at me, and called softly. My heavy eyelids seemed to ease a little, and I slowly opened my eyes, and then I saw the master's face, wanting to wake up, but my body was already soft and I couldn't get up, so I could only lie down.

"Master, what's wrong with me? Why are you here?"

I supported my body with both hands and wanted to straighten my body, but I couldn't do it at all. My arms were weak and weak, like a sponge.

"I'm here to ask you a question and let you make a choice."

The master solemnly told all the questions on me, waiting for my answer, either waiting here for the moment when the spiritual body becomes weakened, I will wake up and gain amazing cultivation. Or I will wake up now, become a mortal, exit the supernatural circle, all the blood in my body will be pulled away, my memory will be modified, and I will become a complete ordinary person. Say goodbye to such a life and return to peace.

Perhaps for those who live in the world who are home and wandering for a living, they will choose the second one without hesitation, because as long as they stay here for enough time, they will gain almost invincible strength. This is their pursuit throughout their lives and the thing they desire most in their lives. Who is wandering in the world is not trying to make a name for themselves? Since there is a chance to make a name for themselves, who is unwilling to seize it? Waiting is not the most terrible thing, hopelessness is.

But if this multiple-choice question is placed in front of Sima Tian or my Grand Master Luo Yan, I think they will choose the first one. Life is too hard, and there are too many right and wrong in the world, and they are already too tired. Fighting against the will of heaven, fighting for the people, family, and the world. But in the end it is not for themselves. Perhaps, returning to an ordinary person is their lifelong dream, and can we really do this? In fact, it is OK, but it is not possible. We bear too many responsibilities on our shoulders, and no one pushes him from behind, so we will not become a mortal.

But I was caught between the two. My life was very hard, and even said that my life was too long, not even half of my life. I have experienced too much, so I can no longer look back. But today, even here, I am still thinking, would I be willing to give myself a chance to choose to be an ordinary person? Maybe I don’t want it, but I don’t have a choice.

However, now this choice is placed in front of me, I was a little nervous, I frowned and couldn't speak for a long time. I was a little at a loss. Do I want to seize a chance that can make my life come once?

"Don't worry, you can think slowly, I have time."

The master sat cross-legged beside me, lowering his head and supporting his chin with his hands.

Changchun, Bazahu sat upright on the floor of the room. At this time, his practice room was very quiet, with incense lit beside him, he put his hands together and placed them flat on his chest. After being rescued from Yuanshi, I rarely went back to Changchun. The brothers and friends of the demon vein in Changchun rarely accompanied me out and spent most of my time dealing with the affairs of the demon vein headquarters. In fact, Bazahu knew that because he and everyone could not help me, even if he followed me, it was just a burden.

He exhaled a long breath, opened his eyes, and a patch of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although he was very talented, Bazahu was obviously not amazing enough than my speed of rushing up like a rocket. He stood up and was about to walk out, but suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Don't hurry up."

When he heard the sound, Bazahu was stunned. There was only one door in his room, and there was no window, and the door was facing him, but no one had ever come in from beginning to end. Why were there anyone talking behind his back? Moreover, it was impossible for everyone to disturb him when he was practicing.

"who!"

He turned around suddenly, but saw a finger pointing to his forehead. Then the white light lit up and saw some strange scenes. He floated in the sky, overlooking the earth like a dead soul. The street seemed to be not Changchun, it was already evening. He shouted strangely: "Who are you? Where is this?"

At this moment, two people walked up the long street, and the figures were getting closer and closer. When the two people walked out of the darkness and stood under the street lights, Bazahu was shocked when he saw their faces. One of these two people was me, and his companion was himself!

"Is this me?"
Chapter completed!