A World Worth Protecting

The picture is here, slowly still, and finally turned into countless fragments, disappearing before Wang Baole's eyes.

As the picture disappeared, what was reflected in Wang Baole's eyes was another familiar scene.

It was still the first world, still ruins, wreckage, and statues supported by the sky and earth in the distance. There was almost no difference from what he had seen twice.

Except for the traces of the years...

The first level of the world that appeared in front of him several times gave Wang Baole an unreal feeling, as if... he had never stepped into any statue before, and everything seemed to be a cycle.

But... the scene I saw before was so real that Wang Baole stood in the heaven and earth, silent for a long, long time.

"The memory of the emperor..."

"Since the desire to listen has appeared, other desires will follow after thinking about it... and obviously every time you pass by, some memory images will emerge."

Wang Baole raised his head, there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes, raised his foot and walked forward, one step down, a faint scent seemed to come out of nothingness, and penetrated into Wang Baole's nose.

"The desire to hear?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. Even though he mastered the law of the desire to hear and became part of the source, Wang Baole did not take it lightly. The moment.

So in this caution, Wang Baole took the second step.

In an instant, the original faint fragrance became rich, and it seemed to be mixed with other flavors. When it hits the face, the feeling of intoxication will involuntarily float to the whole body.

Wang Baole’s complexion is as usual, but the law of smelling desire in his body has already begun to move rapidly. He has taken the third, fourth, and fifth steps... and as his footsteps fell, the smell became more and more, especially in the first At five steps, it seemed that the aroma and beauty had reached the extreme, and it turned into a stench and evil in a flash, and even a greasy sweetness was revealed in it.

However, this sweetness is like an introduction, making people just take a sip, and they can't help but want to nausea, as if they are going to throw up all the internal organs.

Even with the law of smell and desire, it seems difficult to completely suppress this feeling.

Wang Baole's complexion also turned gloomy. When he took the sixth step, his throat rolled. At this moment, it seemed that every inch of flesh and blood had an independent consciousness. He was lured by the smell and wanted to separate.

Fortunately, Wang Baole's determination was firm, his cultivation level was good, and he barely reached a balance under forced suppression. It was also at this time that he smelled a very special smell from these countless smells.

It seemed to be a kind of deodorant, just like an invisible person appeared in front of him at this moment, and when he was close to him, the scent of his body filled his side.

If this were the case, it was nothing. Wang Baole could take the seventh step, but at the moment when he lifted the seventh step to fall, she suddenly heard a laugh.

"Sound?" Wang Baole's eyes shrank sharply, which was somewhat inconsistent with his previous judgment. This was not a pure desire to smell, but a mixture of the previous desire to listen.

That laughter, and the woman's whisper that Wang Baole was listening to before, was obviously...the same person!

"Then this body fragrance also comes from her?" Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and forcibly took the seventh step. The moment his footsteps fell, his laughter became clearer and the body fragrance was stronger, permeating his body, turning into a wave of sinking. The force seems to be pulling him into the abyss.

Even in the senses, Wang Baole felt that his body seemed to be sinking, and his vitality seemed to be dimmed in the constant sinking.

The most important thing is that this laughter and body fragrance made Wang Baole a little familiar here, but for a while, he couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

But this is not important. Wang Baole's eyes flashed in silence, and his right hand lifted up and lightly stroked his eyebrows. His nails broke through the skin, forming a severe tingling pain.

This tingling pain, after being blessed by the Law of Tactile Desire, instantly magnified countless times, like the emptiness of the tide, directly dispelling the Law of Desire from Wang Baole.

With his body lightened, Wang Baole lifted his feet and stepped into the statue in front of him. In the next moment, the law of desire disappeared, and the memory picture he had seen before reappeared in front of Wang Baole's eyes.

He fluctuated in his mind, without blinking his eyes, he immediately looked over.

The first picture is of this large universe countless years ago. At that time, as the beginning of the universe itself, there were no stars or life here, just a void of nothingness.

Until, the first origin was born here, that is, after the origin of the wood path... Because of the activity of the wood, a series of changes have taken place in this universe.

Gradually, stars appeared, matter appeared, and other primitive primitive forms appeared.

Finally, when the first star was formed in this large universe, this large universe... was also born, the first life!

This first life is a ray of remnant soul.

To be precise, he may not be born in this big universe, but originally existed in the black coffin. As the coffin turned into the origin of the wood, he was separated and turned into a remnant soul.

Without memory, without consciousness, he wanders in this universe by instinct.

At the end of the first picture, Wang Baole's heart was shaken strongly. He looked at the remnant soul, and his identity had already been thought of by him...that was the emperor, the first life that appeared in this universe.

So with complexity, Wang Baole looked at the second picture. There is still the remnant soul in the picture. He has gone through countless years. When the stars of this big universe are more and more, the origin and laws have appeared one after another. One day, he seemed to have consciousness, and he was in a daze for a long time, and he no longer wandered aimlessly.

Instead, he chose spiritual practice.

In the initial stage of cultivation, there was no practice. He just relied on his instinct to breathe in and understand. Gradually, when he didn't know how far he was, a second life appeared in this universe.

That is a parrot.

Perhaps, without the arrival of the black wooden coffin, this parrot...is the first life to appear in this large universe.

There was no contention between them, and they lived together peacefully for countless years. Until they became very familiar with each other, the practice of the remnant soul seemed to have reached a bottleneck and reached its limit.

At this time, this strand of remnant soul seemed to have revived part of the memory due to the extreme cultivation.

The end of the picture is this remnant soul kneeling in the starry sky, holding his head, and wailing in pain...

"Who am I, where I come from... This is not my hometown, why my heart tells me that someone is waiting for me, and there is something more important to me than life, waiting for me to complete..."

"I can't remember, I can't remember..."

"Why... why can't I remember..."