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"Don't you understand yet?"

"It's time to wake up from the dream...Su Mo..."

The little girl sighed quietly, and her voice resounded throughout the world. In the end, it seemed to be mixed with some strange overlapping, and it seemed to have turned into a male voice.

As the little girl finished speaking, Zhao Lingxue moved stiffly,

She finally seemed to recall something:

"I remembered..."

"I've been dead a long time ago..."

"Died in that chase..."

"The little note left by my ancestors did not summon the ancestors... In order to protect the little girl... I blocked the sword with my body... I died and died..."

"They massacred the entire city... all the buildings in the town were destroyed... this place has long become an empty city... a dead city... only... this small note..."

"Zhao Lingxue" stared at the small piece of paper in his hand and murmured to himself, his eyes were a little enlightened, but also a little confused. There was some kind of wonderful change in his body...a kind of aura that was sealed and suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth. Spreading on his body... climbing...

This aura shook the past, present and future, making heaven and earth fearful of it.

Thunder is rolling... There are clouds of calamity covering the sky, it seems that there is anger from the sky... Fear from the sky...

The figure of "Zhao Lingxue" kept changing, as if there was some kind of flickering and overlapping... one moment it was Zhao Lingxue, the other moment it was the old beggar... the next moment it was Su Mo...

"The real me has been dead for a long time... died three hundred and sixty-eight years ago..."

"Died three years before Lord God was about to pass by here..."

"There is only one me from beginning to end...I can't protect them..."

"No wonder... In the end, everyone forgot about Lord God... It turned out to be because Lord God... never appeared..."

"Zhao Lingxue" murmured, the understanding in her eyes getting stronger and stronger.

The real Zhao Lingxue did not wait for Su Mo...she died three years ago.

After uttering the ridiculous phrase "please the ancestors return"... he died by the sword...

No miracle happened...

"So...who am I?"

"My memory, my obsession, everything tells me...I am Zhao Lingxue..."

Zhao Lingxue said to herself, with confusion in her eyes.

He turned his attention to the little girl again, waiting for her answer.

"You are indeed Zhao Lingxue...but you are also Su Mo..."

"Three hundred and sixty-five years ago, when you picked up that small piece of paper that you had personally written in the past thousand years, you fell into a state of seclusion..."

"You will forget everything because of me..." the little girl murmured.

"You?" Zhao Lingxue's eyes trembled slightly.

"I am your back-up, the secret door you left for yourself..."

"You feel the breath of the past, you feel the reincarnation of old friends... you feel the obsession that will not dissipate... you have closed the barrier of life and death..."

"You were afraid that you would never wake up, so you left me behind..."

The little girl said calmly.

These words fell on Zhao Lingxue's ears, as if struck by lightning...

"I...I am Zhao Lingxue...no, I am Su Mo...I am Lord God, a wisp of obsession transformed into..."

"I have been dead for a long time...it was God who created me..."

Click——

At this moment, it was like waking up from a big dream.

The whole world made a sound like breaking glass, which was the collapse of space.

Zhao Lingxue...or Su Mo...he held the paper in his hand blankly, lost in thought for a while, and said nothing.

Yellow sand completely covered this world.

Su Mo stood in the yellow sand, holding the note in his hand... When he traveled here, he picked up this note in the ruins... He kept doing this, and now it's three hundred and sixty-six years old. Fifteen years...

After picking up this small piece of paper and feeling the aura of the past, the hundreds of thousands of real lives, their obsessions, and their spiritual thoughts, Su Mo finally touched the path leading to the Mahayana period. barrier.

And at that moment, he began to transcend the tribulation...the tribulation of the mortal world belonging to the Mahayana period...

In these three hundred and sixty-five years, he transformed into one hundred and eight thousand people...

Therefore, he is everywhere...everyone is him...

He endured the obsessions of 108,000 people and experienced the lives of 18,000 people...

And Zhao Lingxue... is the original self he left behind... the key to finding oneself and overcoming the disaster...

He (she) needs to rely on Zhao Lingxue's obsession to find the true self in this rolling world... stick to one's heart...

That's why Zhao Lingxue went insane in the later stages... It felt like everyone was an old beggar...

That is his (her) process of finding himself or herself...

The old beggar, and the hundred and eighty thousand people were originally transformed by Su Mo... He was also Zhao Lingxue, the incarnation of Su Mo's countless obsessions... But obsession is not about seeking, it can only be found in the heart. If you rely on things, find your true self and your original heart... Only then can you not get lost in the world of mortals, and have the possibility of completely breaking through the world of mortals...

So in the end, Zhao Lingxue (Su Mo) searched for three hundred and sixty-five years. Looking back... everything turned out to be false, and he found himself...

People look for him thousands of Baidu. Suddenly looking back, that person was there in the dim light...

In the process of passing through this rolling tribulation in the mortal world, his cultivation, which had been suppressed by the laws of heaven and wandered around the world for five hundred years without any improvement, finally loosened up.

Or, it is precisely because of the five hundred years of wandering in the world and experiencing countless lives that he was able to successfully transform into those 180,000 people... The five hundred years of experience have long become his foundation.

And during the three hundred and sixty-five years of crossing the mortal world, the accumulation of foundation finally took effect, and his cultivation level also climbed all the way to the middle stage of crossing the mortal world... the late stage of crossing the mortal world... and even now.

Now, he has found himself among thousands of obsessions... and finally broke through this mortal world... and reached the great perfection of the crossing the mortal world.

Now, he is only one step away from the Mahayana stage!

There is still one last checkpoint, blocking him in front of him.

"Finally woke up." The little girl sighed.

Once Su Mo was afraid that he would get lost, so he left a backup plan, which finally turned into a ray of light and drilled into Su Mo's body.

Boom--

The next moment, the breath that had been suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth finally broke through a certain shackle, and spread wildly and climbed on Su Mo's body in a posture that shook the entire world.

He regained his spirit and took a step forward, like the remains of an old beggar, staying in the same place, still maintaining a kneeling posture, but as if the soul had left the body, a flawless figure took a step forward from the remains of the old beggar, that was Su Mo in white.

On the last day of the catastrophe, Xuan Yue led the Douzhan Zun and a group of supreme strongmen, drew their swords and stepped into the sky. At that time, Su Mo was only at the peak of the Hedao period.