Chapter 972:

"There are many things in this world, including both positive and negative aspects, especially this immortal world. This is the desire of Zhujiuyin, because it wants to swallow Jiu'er. That is just like what I said at the beginning. The shadow of the vast candle. Why are there nine children?
This is passed down...
But it is obvious that this candle nine Yin has not swallowed nine children, so this immortal world is incomplete and imperfect. In addition, it died, and its will was frozen in opening this world to absorb me. This means that the immortal world is never complete.
There is a big flaw here. This flaw is the regret of this Jiuyin candle, which is the so-called fusion revealed on the surface!
Actually, there is no real integration here. Light weight, slow speed, pushing and grasping, these are the imitations of the Nine Yin of the Candle in this immortal world! "Chu Mo's eyes glowed brightly, and he looked up at the gray sky.
"The fusion is the root of this immortal world, and it is also the real reason that is constructed by the pulse of the nine-yin candle! I said that the ninety-seven worlds are annexed. The immortal world of the nine-yin candle is composed of other worlds that have absorbed the nine-yin candle. Yu fusion candle nine yin. One day, you will swallow Jiu Ying, in order to fulfill the mission and desire of those families for countless years...
"The way to leave here is that I have the power to destroy the world or leave forcibly! Or, I need to realize, truly merge!".
"It's just, what is my fusion..." Chu Mo whizzed, seeing the gray tent, his eyes lost.
"Life and death..." Chu Mo's eyes gradually glowed.
Time passed, in a blink of an eye for 30 years. During these 30 years, Chu Mo sat on his knees, motionless, he was always thinking, feeling, immersed in an incredible state, his expression gradually appeared vicissitudes, and his body slowly Revealed the taste of time.
The white mist around him is getting more and more. This was formed after the death of everyone who came here to swallow Chu Mo's undead soul.
This white mist continuously attracted the arrival of many immortal souls, but these immortal souls often broke up soon after they approached Chu Mo and turned into white mist.
They were constantly waking up, dying and dying around Chu Mo, becoming a cycle. "Hundreds of thousands of cycles of reincarnation, death and awakening, it is easy to make people feel that the only traces of life and death are life, death, this immortal world, life without real meaning, death without real meaning...
No matter how much experience you have, it is like a dream. When you wake up from a dream, everything is like a mirrored flower. This is not my fusion. "On this day 30 years later, Chu Mo opened his eyes, shook his head, and raised his right hand to wave freely.
Once left, the thick fog will soon spread out to a distance of ten thousand meters, and it stopped. At the same time, although Chu Mo's body was still sitting with his knees, it was slightly twisted around him. In order to be able to see, The place where Chu Mo is located is the sky.
Soon, the immortal souls that were awakened one after another reproduced. In order to lose sight of Chu Mo, these immortal souls did not rush over as usual, but left each other blankly, and slowly disappeared in Chu Mo's birth.
Even if there were people passing by, in order not to notice the existence of Chu Mo, they floated by.
Time passed, and another twenty years passed. During these twenty years, Chu Mo's thoughts have not stopped.
"Light and heavy, fast, slow, push and grasp... These are pure differences in nature. In my countless reincarnations, learning from others, these pros and cons are not my own. The Seventeen Realms are related, I think it is not my integration.
"My fusion must belong to me..." Chu Mo murmured.
"What the is this?" Chu Mo closed his eyes, he didn't get an answer for 50 years of thinking. Now in a daze, he is slowly immersed in his own memory, looking at his own memory, those pictures of the memory give him an unknown feeling, as a result, here, he has experienced hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, I don’t know how many years he has experienced. Passing.
Watching, came to Jiuyin Realm with two young men and women who had forgotten their names, came to the place where Zhu Jiuyin was buried, entered Zhu Jiuyin's body, and saw the old man in black.
The scene about the Nine Yin World flickered quickly, and he saw some familiar mountains. There is his cave, Hongluo, Ditian, and...the Ninth Peak.
His memory continued to flow, returning from the Ninth Peak to Handan City, and from Handan City... Wushan. He would never forget the scene of Wushan, Grandpa, Beiling, Wula, Lei Chen, Shanhen, and Bai Ling.
"These are my past." Chu Mo remembered, although my heart is sad, my soul has no tears, and if there are tears, it will flow now.
"The most important thing in my life is Wushan. The ninth peak. It is my past. I will protect it. It is Wushan. The ninth peak. It is my past." Chu Mo whispered.
"Everything in the past cannot be changed. It is buried in my memory. In my years, in the palm of my hand, it will never be remembered...This is the positive aspect of my life!"
Chu Mo's eyes suddenly opened, and it was dark but deep, and it seemed to contain the dryness of the sun and the moon.
"On the contrary, the positive representative has already experienced it. The inverse representative is constantly changing. If my past is the positive of my life, the other side of my life... is the future!" Chu Mo was silent for a while, his eyes falling into the distance. Between the world, in a trance, in front of me in a trance.
In this dimness, he saw himself, tied with a chain in the black pool of the abyss of the earth. In this black pool, there were nine Heilongjiang rivers vomiting black fog at him. In the sky above, he looked at him with fear and indifference. Nothing, just staring at themselves silently.
In the dimness, this picture changed again. He saw himself with purple hair in his head, standing on the supremacy, looking at the earth indifferently, on which countless lives were kneeling.
The picture changed again. He saw himself lying on the altar with iron wires all over his body. A large amount of tobacco shattered from him, absorbed by the thousands of people sitting around his knees. When absorbed, their expressions Look happy, look painful, thread
The picture hasn't ended, but has changed again, and it is difficult for Chu Mo to understand. Is this a trance or a real existence?
He looked at himself again, looked at the red hair, white shirt, lonely eyes, sad expression, and the blood in his hands, like a killing of billions of souls, holding his breath.
Standing in the gleaming world in the dark, surrounded by endless corpses... He was the only one standing there, looking up at the sound, the scream that made the world collapse into fragments before Chu Mo's eyes.
That roar reveals indescribable sadness and anger that destroys the world! Chu Mo's knees were sitting there, his eyes split at this moment, and they collapsed with the roar, and became a cloud of gray mist. His world suddenly split and everything disappeared.
His eyes couldn't bear everything he saw in this strange state. The moment they split, Chu Mo raised his head, his eyes were empty, and the world in front of him was black and infinitely dark.
In that darkness, he should see nothing, he saw it then.
He saw a thin baby, lifeless and full of death. He saw a man with purple hair, tired and sad, standing there, hissed quietly towards the sky.
He saw that with the silent hiss, the whole world and the whole sky collapsed...
He saw the purple man walking towards the baby. He saw the moment they were approaching, and slowly merged, like a sad man, hugging the baby, protecting him, and protecting his past.
What he saw was...
"The world in my eyes is invisible to others..." Chu Mo murmured such words.
With hands, wanderers who leave their hometown have deep thoughts in their eyes.
With hands, in the eyes of wet lovers, it is the eternity of the sun and the moon.
Having hands is an increase in palm prints in the eyes of a lonely person.
Having hands is an unforgettable attachment in the eyes of children.
The palm of the hand represents the past and the back of the hand represents the future. If he is unwilling, the memory of the palm will always be protected and controlled. If he is not willing, you will not see his palm prints. I can't see his past. All you can see is the back of the hand outside. forever and ever.
There are hands, the left side represents the baby, and the right side represents Mai. There is a long distance between the hands, which is his life.
"It's my fusion. Past and future. Use my past to promote the strength of the future, and the strength of the future to protect my past.
When I was born, my destiny was not my own. When I grew up, I stepped on my destiny...the past and the future merged into the present. "Chu Mo's eyes opened completely, and the split sky in his eyes became calm.
"This is my fusion. I am to it..." Chu Mo sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"I call it... fate!"