My practice narration is weird

In a world of black and white, Ye Wuyou stood quietly.

Ye Wuyou looked forward, at the slumped figure, and at his old self.

Everything around him stopped.

In this space, everything is truly still, without any movement.

Falling light curtains, terrifying whirlpools, splashing black mud, and outstretched ghost hands.

Luo Qinghan stood up, Lu Caiwei hung in the air...

All still.

So at this moment, Ye Wuyou felt that everything seemed extremely quiet.

Even the narrator in his mind lost his words at this moment, as if falling into silence.

Quiet, the ultimate quiet.

So quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat, so quiet that the faint sound of breathing continues to amplify in your ears until the sound is as loud as thunder.

After.

Deadly quiet.

Two completely opposite concepts, quiet and noisy, appeared in Ye Wuyou's mind almost at the same time, filling his mind. For the first time, he realized that these two things could appear at the same time.

There was no noise from the narrator in his mind, but at this moment, Ye Wuyou looked tense, with veins popping up on his forehead, as if his spirit was about to collapse.

Until that sentence rang out again, bringing a slight change to this extremely quiet and dead world without a single sound.

"I advise you, don't do that."

The tense look on his face gradually relaxed at this moment. Ye Wuyou felt like he had just fallen off a cliff, but now he was being pulled back from the edge of the cliff.

As his head turned, he looked slightly to the side, looking at Lu Caiwei who was so close yet seemed so far away.

The girl's figure was right in front of the whirlpool, as if she would be swallowed up the next moment.

Ye Wuyou opened his mouth. He now had millions of doubts and countless questions in his mind.

But in the end, he just slowly uttered a few words.

"Why?"

Why not save Lu Caiwei?

The old man's voice fell silent for a while, and his eyes became cloudy again. It wasn't until a moment later that he regained consciousness and seemed to have remembered something.

The words came slowly.

"Because I've done it before."

"I remember... I saved her."

"I remember that I rescued her, and I took them out of this strange realm. Following the guidance at the time, I went to the outside world, to that deserted island..."

The old figure suddenly stood up from the tree stump, and the rickety figure walked forward step by step.

With every step he took, words came to Ye Wuyou's ears.

"But she is still dead. She is the Lord of the Blessed Land, a being coveted by countless people in this world. Wen Qu, and there are many people, they are all in the Nine Realms, waiting outside, but I couldn't do all that at the time , even if you use all your cards, you can't protect her..."

An angry roar interrupted everything.

"Can't do it? Can't protect her? So I should give up on her right now and let her be torn apart by the whirlpool here?"

The words paused for a moment, then came again.

"You're just kidding, you just can't do it."

The old man's pace paused and slowed down a bit.

He quietly raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes flashed with clarity, and an unspeakable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wuyou looked at himself.

Looking at my younger self.

Looking at him speaking with anger at this moment.

He heard the clearly audible anger in the words.

And underneath the anger there was a hint of strong denial... fear.

Because I am afraid that all of this will happen, because I am afraid of my own words, and because I am unwilling to accept it all.

And because the position of "Lord of Luohe" was given up by Ye Wuyou himself, and was later obtained by Lu Caiwei.

The only opportunity in the world turned into the world's greatest crisis.

All this only comes from your own original choices.

It was him who harmed Lu Caiwei.

He doesn't want to accept it, he doesn't want to admit it, he doesn't want to face it.

So I strongly deny all of this.

Looking at this scene, the familiar feeling jumped into the heart that had been decayed by time. The old eyes were no longer cloudy, and they were a little clearer. Ye Wuyou sighed softly and looked at the young man opposite him calmly. .

Ye Wuyou spoke quietly.

"What would you do if she died?"

"She won't die, and I won't just watch this happen!"

The young and angry words were interrupted by Ye Wuyou's old voice.

"I'm just asking this, what will you do if she dies?"

Ye Wuyou didn't argue with himself at all. He just came to a conclusion simply and rudely and asked the question.

There was a pause before the words came out, followed by the sound of heavy breathing and the hoarse words that were slightly crazy and angry.

"Liquidate, liquidate all of this, those guys, clear out all the remnants of the ancient times, leave no one behind, never let go!"

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, seemingly not surprised by his answer.

Because he thought so too...at the beginning.

Ye Wuyou looked at Luo Qinghan not far away, with memories in his eyes.

He spoke again, his voice calm, with the melodiousness of time.

But the madness and anger in the young figure's eyes instantly shattered and turned into powder.

"So, three years later, Qinghan is no longer here."

W-what...

The young man raised his eyes in disbelief, the madness in his eyes faded, and he stared at the old man standing in front of him.

The disappeared madness reappeared in his eyes, and strong questioning and strong denial came.

"How could you, you...no, I'm not you."

After hearing all this, Ye Wuyou looked indifferently and took another step towards him.

He didn't pay attention to these negative words, he just spoke quietly to himself, with memories in his eyes, talking about the past.

Speak and listen to yourself.

"Caiwei is no longer here, and so is Qinghan. You finally set foot in the Seventh Realm and eliminated the strange influence. After that, you started your revenge..."

"In order to get revenge, you will do whatever you can to get your own way..."

"Bai Lu is no longer here either. In order to save you, she drained the last trace of royal blood..."

"At that time, you finally realized that something was wrong, but you had no way of turning back. You had made too many enemies. Even if you wanted to stop, others would not let you go..."

"And then, Luo Yue is no longer here. [Ju Ling Sending General] is the last gift she left for you. The last spirit among them is herself."

Light words came out of Ye Wuyou's mouth softly. Every short word seemed to contain endless stories, full of endless experiences, and even deeper regrets buried in them.

Ye Wuyou suddenly smiled, and his smile was full of ridicule.

"After that, I experienced a lot of things..."

"But you still did it. All the remnants of the ancient times were wiped out by you. The skulls built the capital and the bones made the palace. Even the white jade toad was crushed by you the moment he stepped out of Penglai, and his soul was scattered. "

"No one in the world can be your enemy among cultivators. What are the nine realms? What are the literary songs? What are the white jade toads? What are the nine candles?"

"The number of people who can take your palm is less than one. You have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, merged with the great road, and control the world alone."

"In the end, there was only one lonely person left in the vast world."

The anger and madness in his eyes finally slowly subsided. Young Ye Wuyou raised his eyes with difficulty at this moment, looking at the old man standing in front of him with mixed emotions.

Some difficult words came out of his mouth.

"I don't believe it."

There was no wave in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

"What you don't believe is the future I said? Or the words themselves?"

There was a slight pause in his voice, and then he smiled again.

"I know. In fact, you don't believe either. I am you and I am Ye Wuyou. You don't believe anything, not even your own words."

Young Ye Wuyou opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end... he didn't make any refutation.

In contrast, Ye Wuyou's eyes showed a fierce and determined look.

"The future... can be changed."

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, stretched out his hand towards himself, and spoke slowly.

"That's why I'm here."

A pamphlet was taken out by Ye Wuyou from his young self.

This is a booklet that Ye Wuyou recorded the big and small things because of [forgetting].

Then, he turned over the ragged sleeves, took out another object from himself, and handed it to Ye Wuyou.

Two identical booklets.

It's just that one of them seems a bit older.

When two booklets appeared in Ye Wuyou's hands at the same time.

One of the books flickered a few times at this moment, and then slowly dissipated in Ye Wuyou's hand.

Came the calm voice.

"A simple paradox."

“When the present intersects with the past, the past dissolves.”

Just like Bai Changzai on the second day, he saw Bai Changzai yesterday.

In the end, only Bai Changzai was left.

His pupils shrank slightly, and Ye Wuyou looked at the remaining booklet in his hand.

That's an older one.

"But I am now..."

“To you, you are now, but to me, I am now.”

The old Ye Wuyou spoke slowly at this moment, as if he knew everything.

"For you, you are the present and I am your future."

"But to me, I am the present and you are my past."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wuyou almost felt that his figure had changed in an instant.

The arms that were obviously firmly attached to his body seemed to be separated and falling apart at this moment.

Even if only the skeleton was left before, the existence of the arm could still be clearly felt.

But this feeling is fleeting.

His body recovered and he no longer felt strange. Ye Wuyou breathed a little faster.

"If it goes according to what you said, why didn't I disappear..."

The old voice came from in front of him.

"Remember, you used [Recall] several times in the past, but when you went back to the scene you saw in the past, you were not Ye Wuyou, but existed in the form of a [Ghost]."

The first time was Xu Qingyuan’s last [Look Back].

The second time was the collision between [Time Zero] and [Retrospect] with Luo Qinghan on the Northern Plains.

In these two [retrospections], Ye Wuyou was a [ghost].

For a moment, Ye Wuyou seemed to realize something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

"You, you are [Ghost]?"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Integrating Tao into my body, I can be a [ghost], but I... am not."

The old Ye Wuyou didn't seem to want to say too much on this topic, so he quietly changed the subject.

"After that, practice meant nothing to me, and my long life was like a prison to me. Day after day, year after year, I still saw the same sunrise and moonset..."

"I looked for many opportunities to change everything..."

"So, I thought of [Recalling], I thought of the conversation with [Tian Yan], and I thought of going back to the past."

"But as I said, this is a paradox. I can't see myself in the past, but if I want to change everything, I have to go to the past. This is a dead end."

The young Ye Wuyou looked thoughtful, and finally said seriously.

"But you still saw me."

"That's because this is the only opportunity. I have counted the only opportunity in my life, and this is now."

Ye Wuyou said softly, and then waved his sleeves.

A phantom sapling appeared in front of him.

It exuded a strong and strange breath.

[Years]

However, [Years], which had never been captured before, is now banned.

"[Years] exists in the future, not in the present. You now can't take it down anyway, but I can..."

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, and then sighed in his eyes.

"When [Recall] [Time Zero] [Years] exist at the same time and blend with each other, they represent the 'past', 'present' and 'future'."

"This is the only opportunity. I finally crossed all of this, stepped into the past, met you, and met my past self."

Ye Wuyou took [Years] from the other party.

A thick booklet with an old smell, an illusory forbidden weirdness.

He was silent for a long time, and his eyes seemed to have lost all his sharpness. The mood that he had always wanted to explode with you had long disappeared.

This is actually not wrong.

Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, willing to be cut, dare to drag the emperor off the horse, if you are alone and have no worries, your body is full of flaws, but naturally there are no flaws.

But now, Ye Wuyou is no longer alone.

Ye Wuyou looked at Lu Caiwei and Luo Qinghan.

"What should I do?"

If you want to change everything, then obviously you need a way.

Old Wuyou looked at himself in front of him, and then at Lu Caiwei and Luo Qinghan.

"Let her be swallowed by the vortex at this moment."

Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly raised and looked at himself.

The voice came again.

"The vortex swallowing here is not the end, but I have used [Tian Yan] to calculate the only way to survive in endless years."

A trace of pity flashed in the turbid eyes, but in the end he slowly narrated.

"This blessed land is coveted by too many people. Even if I help you survive this disaster, she will still face the covetousness of countless people in the future, not just Wen Qu and Bai Yuchan at the moment, and those nine-level ants outside, the ancient remnants hiding in the present, and many more..."

"If it weren't for this, it wouldn't have happened at the beginning..."

The voice paused slightly, as if mentioning the sad part, Old Wuyou's voice trembled slightly.

When he spoke again, he had regained his calm.

"Being swallowed by a vortex is not the end. It is like I am stepping into the present moment from the future. Each vortex leads to a different time and a different place..."

"Each vortex seems to be chaotic, but in fact, there is a pattern in this chaos. We are in different times. The arrangement of the vortexes I see is actually different from what you see."

Old Wuyou stretched out his hand and pointed to the side.

Ye Wuyou looked in the direction, and there was nothing there, only a pure white light curtain.

But Old Wuyou said this.

"Here, there is a vortex, but you can't see it? It's normal, because to me, it represents the past and an abrupt vision, but to you now, it is the most normal scenery, you will automatically ignore it, not be watched, not be observed."

"This place at this moment is the intersection of the past, present, and future. Caiwei has no future in the judgment of [Years], so she can't reach the future."

"And she is in the present, naturally, the vortex that can be observed by you and her is not the present."

"So, she can only step into the past." (End of this chapter)