Above the gray fog

Lin Shan half-lying on the bed, his mind sinking into a special space.

This was the former ‘characteristic space’, now named ‘thinking world’ by Lin Shan.

Countless intricate patterns floated in the thinking world.

The patterns representing ‘controlling the spirit’ and ‘hiding’ were particularly bright and eye-catching.

Lin Shan stared at the patterns in front of him, and as his eyes focused, all the patterns began to come alive.

Those originally static lines and shapes began to jump and turned into light balls with different lusters.

Each light ball has a unique light, which may be soft, hot, cold, or deep...

These are the characteristics of high martial arts.

Unknowingly, he has collected nearly 20,000 ‘skill characteristics’.

If ‘supernormal characteristics’ are the key to a higher realm given by nature, then ‘skill characteristics’ are the proof of the ancients’ going against the will of heaven.

‘Skill characteristics’ can also be ‘skill features’. The name was given by Lin Shan. The word ‘characteristics’ can be used to distinguish ‘features’ very well.

Although the two are close, they are very different in essence.

They are two completely opposite paths.

The ‘skill characteristics’ of the same level seem to be much weaker than the ‘supernatural features’ of the same level. This is not because of the ‘skill characteristics’ themselves, but because of the different times. Lin Shan does not know how they are different. He only knows that a long time ago, high-level martial arts were also glorious.

Lin Shan’s mind kept echoing with the idea of ​​the creation-level skills.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke his thoughts.

The sound was dull and powerful, causing the dust accumulated in the house to begin to vibrate slightly.

Lin Shan did not open the door, but flashed outside the door.

Standing at the door was a villager of the Wendito tribe.

Lin Shan remembered this man, one of the people who watched him at the beginning. Although the villagers of Wendito looked exactly the same, the existence of each creature in this world had a different aura.

"What's the matter?" Lin Shan looked at him.

The villager said slowly, "The chief asked me to bring these books on the shore, saying that you might be able to understand them."

Lin Shan then discovered that the villager's two hands, palms facing up, were holding a small stack of books.

From the appearance, these did not look like books, without any cover or title, but more like notebooks that were randomly bound, revealing a sense of historical dust.

Lin Shan's thoughts moved slightly, and the five books slowly floated up.

"Thank the chief for me. If I find anything, I will share it with the Wendito tribe."

The villager did not say much, but just said, "It's getting dark, it's best not to go out." Then he turned and left in a hurry.

Lin Shan watched him leave, flashed back to the bedroom, sat by the old bed, and placed the five books on the windowsill.

He casually opened a book, and his fingertips gently brushed the torn pages.

The paper was a little yellowed, and the handwriting was a little blurry. He looked over the words.

He found that these words were very simple spiritual words. The Wendito tribe could not understand them, perhaps because of the border rules.

The content of this book is like a travel note, witnessing some peculiar customs and historical relics on the borders of both sides of the strait. The content is written very realistically. Everything in the travel note must be experienced by the recorder himself.

As he read, Lin Shan gradually became fascinated.

The content recorded in the travel note was also a little novel to Lin Shan.

· There is a place where time flows backwards, and creatures are born old, then slowly become younger, and finally must return to the mother body to wait for the end of life.

· There is a village where villagers can exchange bodies with each other, but the price is to gradually lose self-awareness.

· In an unknown field, there is an old man who can predict the future and change history.

· A "living sky", where clouds will form huge faces and whisper to the creatures on the ground. The sky will occasionally crack, revealing the creeping flesh and blood behind it.

·A river that swallows time. People who approach the river bank will age or become younger quickly. Those who fall into the river will disappear completely from the timeline.

·In the wasteland, there is a storm that moves forever. In the center of the storm is an ancient city, where elves who can fulfill any wish live.

.......

Stories one after another, like fairy tales.

If these are all true, and these places are on the border between the two sides of the strait...

Lin Shan began to guess the author's strength. To be able to experience these things on the border between the two sides of the strait, his own strength must be strong. At least, it should not be lower than the level of the immortals, or even higher.

Lin Shan read the contents of the travel notes in one breath.

Then he picked up the second "book".

Compared with the thick book just now, this "book" seems a bit thin.

The content also changed from a long travel note to a short diary.

[This is my 2,000th year on the border between the two sides of the strait. ]

[I decided to write something down. ]

[Although I had collected enough information about the border before coming here, after I really arrived at this place, I still found that the information recorded on paper could not compare to what I saw with my eyes.]

[All the creatures here have brutal natures. There are no complete laws in the border. All creatures are laws themselves. I spent some time studying the source of their brutality. The final structure is: the instinct of heaven is driving them. Heaven is scattered and transformed into countless creatures on the border. These creatures are heaven itself. Heaven hopes to merge again. It will drive all creatures to kill each other with instinct until the strongest creature gathers all heaven and becomes heaven. ]

[In addition to the ferocious beasts, I also found many intelligent creatures. Although they are also transformed by heaven, they have wisdom and can completely get rid of the instinct of heaven. For the instinct of heaven, this is a "virus" that is out of control. Intelligent creatures have become the primary attack targets of all unintelligent creatures. ]

......

[The fifth thousand years. ]

[After three thousand years, I opened the essay I wrote back then again. ]

[My memory collapsed. I have recorded all the key information found at the border. The new me only needs to read this essay to regain my memory, although it may not be complete. ]

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[I somewhat regret listening to the words of those human embers. Although I have gained many conveniences after becoming a memory life, the disadvantages are so obvious. ]

[I am not even sure whether I am still myself after regaining my memory. ]

[Finally, there is one more thing. My name is Mamazaha. After finishing the border investigation, I must go back to the "Dome Sky Domain" first. There are some of my remaining memories there. ]

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