Nine suns stepping on the sky

The vast will, awakened from a deep sleep, condensed into Mo Yu's body, cold and indifferent.

This is... Huang Quan's will!

It will not allow, its own sacrificer, to escape control.

boom--

The endless power of the underworld rushed into Mo Yu's body crazily, bringing terrifying oppression.

It has to be forcibly integrated!

The screams of the baby ghosts became more and more shrill, sharp and short, like iron rods.

An unimaginably powerful force erupted from its body, competing with the power of the underworld.

However, Huang Quan's awakened will, its strength, was quickly suppressed.

Mo Yu's body began to become transparent, gradually blending with Huang Quan.

The oppression of the outside world's will, and the internal struggle of the baby's dead soul, the two forces superimposed together, seemed to activate some kind of power.

The black chain that sewed Mo Yu's soul and the baby's remnant soul emitted a faint black light, and where the two touched, they began to fuse!

The soul of the dead is black, full of qi and death, while the soul of Mo Yu is white, full of vitality.

At this moment, black and white are blending, like clear water falling into a drop of thick ink, and in an instant, both are pitch black.

The fusion became a matter of course, and almost in the blink of an eye, the baby's dead soul and Mo Yu's remnant soul were completely merged into one.

The remnant soul of the baby, the soul of Mo Yu, the strange corpse... the three are integrated to form a balance.

This move immediately broke the balance in his body completely.

Mo Yu's body suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable will awakened from every inch of his flesh and blood.

The body that was almost fused with Huang Quan then violently resisted.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

The baby's remnant soul fused with Mo Yu's soul directly joined hands with Mo Yu's body, and the power that erupted from both sides was able to withstand Huang Quan's will.

The situation froze for a moment.

Neither the baby's remnant soul nor Mo Yu's body was willing to be completely dissipated by the fusion, and it was impossible for Huang Quan's will to give up the sacrificial person in hand.

Neither of the two sides retreated, so they started a fierce confrontation in Mo Yu's body.

The remnant soul, the corpse, the power of the underworld...the three are all decayed, fighting fiercely, the death energy in Mo Yu's body is getting heavier and heavier, gradually forming a cloud of black mist, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

Afterwards, the area covered by the black mist continued to increase as time passed.

150 zhang... two hundred zhang... three hundred zhang... five hundred zhang...

……

Thirty-three years later, at the bottom of Huangquan, a mass of dead mist with a height of ten feet appeared.

It's so black that it's too dark for the naked eye to see through. Standing on top of the underworld, you can even see it clearly.

Since then, the fog has not changed, time has passed quietly, and another 33 years have passed.

The ten thousand zhang dead air mist suddenly began to shrink inward. Although the speed was extremely slow, it was shrinking every moment.

One hundred and ten feet... one hundred and eighteen feet... one hundred and seventeen feet...

Until the third 33 years later, the ten thousand zhang dead air mist shrank to only one zhang.

The concentration of such a terrifying amount of dead energy naturally represents a qualitative leap, thick fog, deep fog, liquid, fluid... When it reaches ten feet, all the dead energy has turned into crystals... a piece of ten feet in size, black as black as A crystal of dead air that can be inhaled by people.

Then, everything fell into silence again.

If things stop here, Mo Yu will be sealed in the crystallization of dead energy, sinking at the bottom of Huangquan, until the world forgets him.

But only one year later, when Mo Yu sank into the underworld for 200 years, the dead energy crystallized, and a white spot suddenly appeared.

Only the size of soybeans, it is like a lamp...

The cathode and the yang are born, and the heavenly cycle circulates.

At the end of death, life evolves by itself.

At this moment, a ray of life was born from Mo Yu's body, which was formed by the condensed infinite dead energy.

Life and death cannot be tolerated, and they are opposed to each other. The appearance of this vitality is like a drop of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan, which immediately arouses a violent reaction.

Infinite death energy erupted like a tsunami, annihilating this bit of vitality in an instant.

The dead air crystallized and slowly returned to calm.

Another year, suddenly, a little vitality was born in Mo Yu's body.

The dead air riots, disappearing in an instant.

Another year, three new vigor.

Struggling for a breath in the infinite dead energy, it dissipated.

Year after year, life is everywhere.

It flashed for two breaths before it was annihilated.

……

Year, year, year after year.

Every year on the same day and at the same time, a little vitality is born from Mo Yu's body, but it is quickly destroyed by the dead energy.

But as each year passed, the time for this vitality to support was getting longer and longer.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... It becomes more and more tenacious, less and less easy to be destroyed.

Until today, it has lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Even though the death energy was raging, this bit of vitality flickered, but he persisted.

And gradually, it seems to have a growing trend, and the white dot itself has grown in size.

Correspondingly, the death energy contained in the crystallization is reduced by one point.

……

The growth of vitality and the demise of dead energy are destined to be a long process.Fortunately, as the vitality became stronger and stronger, the speed of devouring the dead energy also increased accordingly.

The crystals are getting smaller and smaller, and after reaching a certain level, they no longer shrink, but the color keeps getting lighter.

Gradually, a figure appeared in the crystal.

click-

A crack appeared suddenly, and then spread rapidly, and the entire crystal was immediately covered with spider webs.Then it shattered and turned into a piece of gray powder, which was washed away by Huang Quan and completely dissipated.

Appearing in front of him was a black-robed cultivator, who was cross-legged at the bottom of the underworld, with a calm expression on his face.

An unimaginably vast vitality flows through his flesh and blood.

With a movement of his fingers, the person's closed eyes slowly opened.

There is no intimidating divine light, but only gentle and introverted, peaceful.

He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and sighed softly after a long time, "I didn't expect this dream to last for five hundred years... But now, who am I?"

At this moment, there are three memories in his mind.

The first, a newborn baby, has the least amount of blurry images.I can only remember countless howls and blood, a weak but warm embrace that hugged him tightly, a tall and straight but indifferent figure, and the palm that strangled him in the end.

On its palm, there is a second finger.

The second one is a Xuanxian sect brother named Han Kun, who lives in a world called True Spirit Continent.From birth, to joining the sect, to becoming famous... until she died, and her body fell into the Xianxian River.

Everything is right in front of your eyes.

The third one, whose name is Mo Yu, was born as an orphan...

Into the depths of hell, above the underworld, looking for the truth.

There was a trace of confusion on his face, but it was more pain from the soul, and he murmured: "Who am I..."

In silence, the man sat cross-legged.

This sitting is the whole month of March.

His frozen body suddenly raised his head, the confusion on his face faded away, and his eyes were clear with black and white.

He opened his mouth slowly, completing the question he asked three months ago.

"I am Mo Yu."

The voice is flat, without clang, but with the weight of a rock.

boom--

Huangquan suddenly boiled, and countless corpses appeared, instead of mourning mournfully, they recited solemnly.

"Before the chaos was born, I was born... The chaos dissipated and I was still there... But one day when I wake up... Huangquan must replace Bitian..."

"Ce Ru... the spirit of the ancient way..."