The way back is difficult to find. The world here is too chaotic and Lin Yuan has gone too deep.
Countless twisted doors, one world within another. Looking back, I can no longer see the way I came.
It is possible to get lost in the vast spiritual landscape at any time.
Lin Yuan felt that if he was alone at this moment, he would definitely not be able to find the way back in such a kaleidoscopic world.
But it’s different now, she is still holding little Xunhua.
The gardener, who was once old, steady, all-knowing and omnipotent, is now only two years old, weak and young, leaning on his shoulders and relying on him.
This made Lin Yuan suddenly feel that he was omnipotent. He could definitely go back and find a way out in this complicated world.
She focused her attention as never before, and the tentacles were actively trying to help her avoid the monsters that were chasing her in the darkness in this bizarre world.
Running fast with the soles of his feet on the floating ground.
This scene reminded Lin Yuan of when he was young and his mother held him in her arms as she ran through a fire.
I used to not understand how my mother could run through such raging fire without wavering.
Now I understand.
Because they are guarding their important things and important people. It turns out that when people have such emotions, they will become stronger and more determined.
Every time you pass through a doorway, the space switches and the messy hurricane will cut the tentacles.
The monsters behind him lined up in a long line, and their sharp black claws were about to hook Lin Yuan's long hair several times.
But Lin Yuan kept running with Xunhua in his arms, without hesitation.
She has been running in such a world for a long time.
The little Xunhua was wrapped by the wriggling tentacles. The tentacles were soft and the light was dim, which made him feel at ease.
Through the tiny gaps between the tentacles, he could see the swaying black shadows outside.
A ghost with a bull's head and a human body, and a butcher with a pig's face holding a sharp knife.
This place seems like a nightmare, a dark world that I have been in for a very long time.
I just don’t know who the person hugging me is, and why he has such warm arms.
He could hear the man's heartbeat, as clear as a drumbeat.
Hearing this voice, Xunhua suddenly remembered that she had a ruined life.
I have been trampled on and humiliated, and lost everything I loved. I am very tired and in pain. I am so exhausted that I even want to fall into a deep sleep.
But why am I being held so tenderly and cared for so carefully
He saw those hideous monsters and the splashing red blood.
The soft tentacles that were protecting him were injured, and they surged and trembled, then a new tentacle came up and covered him again.
That was to protect his injuries and blood.
So Xunhua stretched out a finger and pointed forward.
The fingers of the little child were very small, white and thin, and their hands had almost no strength.
A small patch of light green appeared under Lin Yuan's feet.
It is an inconspicuous moss mark in the night, lightly and faintly spreading a thin line in the dim world.
It twists and turns through those twisted doorways, as if pointing the way.
Guide the way home.
Lin Yuan ran forward along the vague green.
Suddenly, the sky brightened.
The midday sun shone through the green shade of the trees onto the ground. There were three or four groundhogs, a pair of stunned wild ducks, and an orange cat that arched its back and meowed.
Lin Yuan's heart continued beating as he met Xiaosuo's wide-open eyes.
Out.
Lin Yuan laughed, finally escaping from the depths of the chaotic spiritual world and returning to his real home.
The tentacles spread out, revealing Xunhua's young spirit body.
The little boy held the clay flowerpot, looked up at the sun in the sky, a little dazed.
Those gray and silent eyes reflected the light, like the gentle river water like a silver thread.
The sun and the leaves, the branches of flowers swaying in the yard, a little groundhog holding its front paws and raising its head, and a girl with a fluffy hair crying.
Everything was welcoming him home.
In the flowerpot, a tender sapling sprouted from the moist and soft soil.
Two tender leaves stood up vibrantly in the sunlight.
The little crab, who had been holding back tears, finally burst into tears.
She cried so loudly, sobbing, and big drops of tears wet her round face.
This little guy has always been very expressive, hasn't he
He is a guy with more emotions than me.
Fortunately, Mr. Gardener was brought back, Lin Yuan thought. She didn't want to see the garden at home really drowned by Xiaosuo's tears.
Until the sun sank behind the mountain, the sky was covered with thick sunset glow.
Lin Yuancai took out the small box of truth in his attic - it was actually buried under the hole where Xunhua's body collapsed.
Buried deep, deep underground.
After a fierce battle and such desperate annihilation, the enemy seemed to retreat hastily and ultimately failed to find the box.
Lin Yuan had seen clips of that battle in Xunhua's memory.
No one knew what the thief was that broke into their own home.
It was not a spiritual entity that humans could have. It was more like a monster, or a strange creature that was a combination of many monsters.
The monsters whose limbs could not accommodate each other and were forcibly spliced together were ugly and huge. They were like a large piece of sticky liquid, overflowing from the outside of the courtyard wall covered with roses.
It wailed in agony, blocking out the sun and covering the sky of the courtyard, and lowered countless filthy arms toward the golden tree standing in the courtyard.
The tall golden trunks swayed with a rustling rhythm, facing the enemies attacking from the pavement.
Two powerful mental forces collided in the small courtyard.
Such powerful mental fluctuations reminded Lin Yuan of Her Majesty the Queen who never left the White Tower.
For a moment, Lin Yuan was even a little unwilling to believe that the Emperor who ruled the human empire had such a twisted and ugly spirit.
Lin Yuan gently stroked the Box of Truth in his hand.
Whether it was brought back from the deep sea or just dug out from deep underground.
Mysterious patterns were lit up on the rotten wood, and under the dark and low sky, a hidden fluorescence shone.
Lin Yuan took out the necklace he got in Shi Pang City and inserted the green gem into the groove of the box.
There seemed to be a clicking sound of keys in the air.
Something was turned on.
The emerald green fluorescence spread slowly on the surface of the wooden box and finally climbed to the top of the lid.
From the Mary cruise ship, to the golden tree contaminated area, to the land without pupils, and then into the City of Food Pang, the gems obtained each time lit up the four sides of the small wooden box in turn.
Finally, the slowly flowing bright light climbed up to the top of the lid, filling the only empty groove. Above the wooden box, an illusory white tower rose.
The avatar of the White Tower appears above the Box of Truth.
Slowly rotating in the dimly lit beam of light.
Who could have known that the white tower that had been sung and praised repeatedly for hundreds of years, and to which countless people knelt to pray, was not a gift from God, but the bones of the devil, the embodiment of malice.
This is what the world is really like, and it's creepy.
The White Tower, the prison of mankind.
This was the last place to be explored, Lin Yuan already knew this in his heart and was not overly surprised.
It was just the moment when she stretched out her hand and her fingers touched the glowing wooden box.
The rotten, old wooden box suddenly began to change under her fingertips.
Mysterious patterns like a map were flowing all over the box, and the rotten wood changed its appearance in Lin Yuan's sight.
The rotten and loose wooden box was coated with a layer of cold white glaze, becoming tight, smooth and spotless.
It is like gold but not gold. When you touch it in your hand, you can feel a vague warmth like that of a living thing.
The texture doesn't resemble any material in this world, and it doesn't even seem like anything that can be produced by humans.
The illusion of a white tower floating on top of the box suddenly shrank.
Lin Yuan's entire mental power was also pulled by a powerful force at that moment, and was absorbed into a strange space along with the light.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the starry sky and the universe, and countless torrents of spiritual power slowly gathered in the vast sea of stars.
It looked like an extremely huge tree.
Among the countless stars, some huge and some tiny spiritual powers rushed towards the tree like trickles, interweaving and converging, and coming into being.
There is no visible canopy of leaves above, and no hope of roots below. The giant trees block out the sky and penetrate the sea of stars. They are eternity, history, and the future.
That is the spiritual universe, a universe formed by the spiritual seas of all people.
Lin Yuan didn't know when he had heard such words before.
But since she was very young, probably the moment she became a guide, the words about the world tree and the spiritual universe were engraved in her subconscious.
There is a place beyond time and space, where the spiritual forces of all living beings on countless planets converge.
It is an extremely vast universe and a boundless giant tree.
Any powerful life will be pitifully small in front of it. Under such a huge will, the soul will be baptized.
Most creatures cannot withstand the scouring of such an endless river, and would be terrified to death just by looking at it.
No one knows where to see it, where to find it.
Someone once said that it is the ultimate dream of all those with strong spiritual power.
That is the tree of communication with the world. There is infinite knowledge and infinite realms there. One can explore all the secrets of the world and understand the past and the future.
You can even know where this world came from and get a glimpse of where it will go in the end.
Lin Yuan had never thought that the Box of Truth would drag his spirit body in there. Fortunately, now that his spirit body had been tempered and had become strong and stable, he could stay in it for a short moment.
She only took a quick look at that vast and wonderful space. When she opened her eyes and returned to her body, she was already covered in cold sweat and her heart was beating like a drum.
Lin Yuan's fingertips separated from the box wall.
The box of truth that looked like jade but was not jade was still lying in front of her, and the green gem fell on the bed sheet.
It is a small box with fluorescent light slowly flowing on the four walls and the groove on the top is empty.
Who could have known that at that very moment, it would absorb its holder into the most magnificent spiritual universe in the world.
It was already dark outside the window, and I only took a quick look at it.
That short stroke was like being baptized under the endless starlight. Lin Yuan saw the long river of human past and a little bit of the future.
future.
I only caught a tiny glimpse, but I saw it after all.
That is what is going to happen in the future.
Lin Yuanqi raised his head and looked out the window.
The sky outside the window has lost any trace of the sunset glow, and the night is dark and low, as if a black curtain is slowly falling from the sky.
The horrifying tower of bones stood silently in the hazy night, looking frighteningly white.
Lin Yuan stared at the tower, and the white tower seemed to be staring at her as well.
Is that the real future
The future of humanity.
In a damp and dim alley, a young girl huddled in a corner, holding a picture album tightly in her arms.
There were frequent footsteps not far away, and then they gradually faded away. It was the sound of the hard soles of the boots of military sentries.
Those people left without discovering themselves.
The girl let out a long sigh in her heart, and slowly sat down with her thin back against the cold stone wall.
She ran a long way and was tired and thirsty. She huddled in a cold and dark corner, flipping through the picture album in her arms.
That was a relic of a friend. Every page of the world touched by spiritual power was beautifully painted, but the person who drew it was no longer in this world.
Under the dim street light, the girl flipped the pages with her dirty fingers.
Turning to the last page, the little fingers gently stroked the rich colors on the picture.
"The future?" The little girl sitting in the corner lowered her head and whispered, "Xiaochun, is this the future you see?"
(End of this chapter)