My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 144 No Tomorrow
Ye Wuyou was unable to finish telling the story of Cao Mengde, and was instead taken into the imperial city by Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan held his forehead and said lightly.

"Don't go anywhere these days. Stay here. I'll find you in two days. There are some things that need an explanation, so you give me one."

"What statement?"

Lu Qingshan's words were accusatory.

"You killed someone."

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

Lu Qingshan spoke calmly.

"Be more neat next time."

Ye Wuyou then smiled awkwardly and pointed at his body.

"Lu Qingshan, when can I go to see the Twelve Shinto Pillars?"

The ghost hand had been used several times before, and the erosion that had been suppressed had become even more severe.

Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment he moved away from Ye Wuyou and shook his head.

"I was thinking of waiting for Luo He, but it doesn't matter. The Twelve Pillars of the Gods are in the city and we can go there anytime."

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Wuyou who was covered in mud, and then spoke happily.

"But do you know what you should do now?"

"Tell you the story of Cao Mengde?" Ye Wuyou asked doubtfully.

"Go wash the mud off you!"

After being arranged with accommodation, Ye Wuyou carefully took Bai Lu, who had transformed into a white fox, out of the ghost's body and placed it on the bed.

Well, the Taoist sleeping spell...the heart-cleansing spell is indeed mysterious. Bai Lu is still sleeping.

Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether intentional or not, just like when Ye Wuyou crawled out from the ground, he could clearly take a few people and leave in secret, but when he thought of the white fox in the ghost's body, he gave up this option for no reason.

Yes, it is because of Bai Changzai’s existence, and it is definitely not because of the little bastard.

After doing all this, he walked out of the house alone.

The white fox that was sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly opened its eyes, and a trace of human resentment was revealed in its animal eyes. It jumped off the bed in three or two steps and followed the trail.

Mist surrounded the entire space, and the bluish-white marble looked even more elegant and refreshing in the mist. Ye Wuyou lay in the middle of the pool, with hot steam rising. He felt soothed and relaxed after being exhausted.

He looked down at his body.

The illusion of the right eye is always maintained on one's body, and using the right eye does not bring any burden to oneself.

The skin that looked quite normal in the eyes of ordinary people, was a dark blue in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

The blood vessels seemed to be bulging, and a faint bluish-white color was faintly visible under the dark blue skin.

This is the trace of [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood].

After inexplicably swallowing the flesh and blood of the demon, Ye Wuyou could feel the changes in himself.

The erosion slowed down a bit, and it seemed that its own flesh and blood was about to grow out, but ultimately the power was weak.

I felt a little regretful for not being able to acquire that terrifying [Adaptability].

In a sense, the bluish-white demon that we met before did accomplish an amazing feat.

He has polished himself over countless years, using the gift of flesh and blood rebirth as the force to fight against the remains of the Great Dao. With the help of the seal that Buddhism has specially set for him, he uses his body as a cage and controls a strange and nearly perfect being.

As for whether consciousness is affected...

Forget it. The demon has already become so extreme, how much influence can it have?

It also gave the remains of the avenue real flesh and blood. In other words, the bluish-white demon was the remains of the avenue walking in the world, visible to ordinary people with their naked eyes.

Unfortunately, ordinary people don’t have the unique talents and long years that the demons have.

Although he was an enemy of the demon, and the other party's words and theories were somewhat evil, Ye Wuyou still admired him. Being imprisoned in one place for thousands of years was not something that ordinary people could do, and it didn't even matter what one's character was.

Ye Wuyou now knows quite a bit about these residual souls of the Great Dao, but he is still deeply troubled.

Think carefully about the methods you know so far.

First, Shintoism, as some kind of mysterious magic left over from the previous era, seems to be able to dissipate the power of the remnants of the Great Dao, but in the end it can only suppress it, not completely solve it.

Second, the unique magical power of Buddhism is to forcibly integrate a trace of its own consciousness into the wreckage, but this obviously has great hidden dangers, and the lotus pond proves this.

Ye Wuyou didn't know at this moment whether the Master Lianchi he talked with at that time was weird or his own consciousness, or maybe both?
3. There may be a turning point if you reach the upper three realms.

But this is undoubtedly too difficult, otherwise the owner of the Tianji Tower would not have said that the six realms are common in the world, but the seventh realm, Tianji, is hard to find.

Besides, Xia Anmeng once briefly reached the seventh realm... Why is it that only a remnant of his soul is left now?

4. Try to integrate another weirdness into yourself.

It sounds a bit suicidal, and actually... it's probably true.

But it seems very simple for those who control [Backtrack]. After all, for those who possess [Backtrack], everything can be described in one sentence.

Victory and defeat are common in the military. Please start over again, hero.

But this can only prolong life, and the erosion is still there.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Wuyou took out the thorn in his eyes.

In just a moment, his right eyeball began to twitch excitedly, eager to try, but also trembling.

This is a real road wreck...

But isn't it a bit useless to just forget?
Is it because this is only part of the wreckage that it is incomplete?
The footless man is also a remnant of the Great Dao, and he has been searching for his feet.

So does he really have no feet, or are his feet separated?
The ability of the footless man is [No Feet], so if he really has two feet, what will he look like?
In the warm pool water, Ye Wuyou's thoughts gradually dispersed until he became tired and delusional.

For no reason, he thought of Lu Caiwei and the previous scene.

If I had known this earlier, I would have bumped into it. Ahem, I was thinking in the wrong direction.

A soft female voice came from my ear.

"Who are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about the stutterer, or...wait, why are you here?"

Ye Wuyou turned around and saw Bai Lu.

What did I just say?
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"Failed……"

The young man in purple robe sat on the ground with a gloomy look on his face, his eyes fixed on the stone pillar in front of him that was covered with words that reflected the passage of time.

Why, why can’t I understand!
The last expectation was dashed, just like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, but that straw is just a straw after all, and it will break if the wind blows or the slightest pull is taken.

There was no one around, not even the old guard. Only the maid who never spoke was accompanying him.

He sat there from day till evening, and now till late at night...

I could never comprehend this divine art of Tianyan.

This also means that there is almost no chance of improvement in his life.

Is there still a month left? Or a dozen days?
The maid behind him saw that the young man in purple robe had not moved for a long time, so she leaned over and asked softly.

"Sir, why don't you go back and rest first? It will be the same if you come back tomorrow..."

Before he finished speaking, the purple-robed young man who was originally sitting on the ground suddenly jumped up and grabbed the woman tightly.

tomorrow?

The purple-robed young man laughed miserably with a hint of madness.

"Where does tomorrow come from?"

(End of this chapter)