Chapter 1187

Time slowly passed, and the tomb of the Emperor Ming was very quiet. Only the gentle echo of the ballads gradually calmed Wang Baole's inner sadness and made his inner fatigue disperse at this moment, turning into a deep sleep.

It's safe, warm and down-to-earth.

The Styx river outside seemed to have a spirit, as if it also felt the song from Wang Yiyi, and gradually there were no waves. Even the countless dead souls in it were now calmed down, no longer screaming in pain.

And the dark star, I don't know if it was also affected, also calmed down, no sound came out, as if in a deep sleep.

Looking around, the whole nine hell place, the Styx river is quiet, the Styx star is silent, and all things are peaceful. Only the voice of Wang Yiyi seems to emanate from the Styx River and reverberate throughout the nine hell.

"The wind blows gently, the birds chirp low, baby is not sad, go to sleep quickly..."

"Xue'er floats slowly, tears fall quietly, baby is not sad, wake up happy smile..."

This voice is gentle, without the slightest hostility, without the slightest sharpness, only as gentle as water, as gentle as wind... Slowly, it also fell into the center of the endless vortex above Jiuyou, the lonely figure in the mind.

This figure sat there cross legged, like a person holding up the whirlpool of the starry sky, a person suppressing the endless nether world, his heart, his way, everything about him has been indifferent? But now... With the integration of songs, he slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head? Staring at the Styx river.

Time goes by? Ten days? Thirty days, a hundred days

Wangbaole woke up.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were blank? With memories? Staring at his top, staring at his familiar face, saw the tenderness in his eyes? Is that song still ringing in my ears? He seemed to have a dream.

In a dream? Has there ever been an ancient bronze sword in the solar system? In the dream... There is no dispute in the Federation? In the dream... The aura on the earth is still thin? There are no monks.

In my dream... I'm a little fat man, living in a small city, ordinary.

Admitted to a not very good university, where after graduation into society, confused work? love? Experienced the failure of work? Also experienced the loss of love? Although the body is no longer so fat, the vicissitudes on the face are gradually more.

He also married a wife, and he also had his own children? Like other ordinary people, although the work is not good, although the income is not much, but if he does not expect wealth, he can still have enough to eat and wear. But in the light, he gradually forgets his young dream, forgets the sunshine of his youth, becomes silent, becomes confused, becomes unhappy as happy, and his heart is older than his body.

Until he was getting older and older, until his hair turned gray, until he lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling, some regretful past slowly appeared in his mind.

Those regrets, woven his life, but in this regret, there are some figures, dotted with his memories.

There are parents, children, friends, and... All the beautiful images that have passed through my life.

In the beautiful shadow, there are their first love, their past wife, people who thank, people who sigh with regret, and people who thought they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Until the end, what emerged was his own scenes from youth to old age. I thought... With the closure of his eyes, all this would end, but at the moment of the closure of his eyes, a light appeared in front of his eyes.

That light is very warm, which makes Wang Baole realize faintly. It seems that he is only looking for it in his life. It was like this in his previous life, and it seems to be the same in this life.

Maybe you are looking for someone to become your own sustenance.

Maybe it's not someone, just finding your true self.

This is very contradictory. Just as I want to revive the master, this is right and wrong.

Because it was just his own idea. If he thought the master was still there, everything would be fine, but more... In fact, his own thought was the main thing. He didn't consider the master's feelings, the master's fatigue, the master's helplessness, and the master's hostility.

Just like the perfect Tao.

It's OK to decide fate or cause and effect. Let the ordinary go to peace and the extraordinary go to transcendence. Everything is actually your own thoughts.

Reincarnation needs to exist, but fate and cause and effect are not important. Everything, in the final analysis... Just follow your heart.

"So the master said that my Tao is not complete, because I thought my Tao could make me free, which is right, but in fact... Freedom itself may be my Tao."

Wangbaole looked at the face in front of him for a long time.

"Your song is very beautiful." Wangbaole spoke softly.

"When I was young, every time I was sad, my mother would hold me like this and sing songs to me..." the young lady said softly.

Scenes of stories about Wang Yiyi that he knew emerged from the bottom of Wang Baole's heart. He understood the pain experienced by the other party in his childhood, and more clearly understood that she was just a wisp of ghost in front of him.

"Thank you." Wang Baole murmured, slowly sat up and stood up, while Wang Yiyi smiled and patted Wang Baole on the head.

"Xiaobaole, promise me to be happy and smile more." With that, she took a deep look at Wang Baole, turned into a wisp of green light, and integrated into the mask on Wang Baole.

"Be happy and smile more... I promise you." Wang Baole murmured and silently looked around. For a long time, a smile appeared on his face. This smile looked very real, very real

But there was no laughter, only this expression of wangbaole, with this very real smile, paid homage to the place where the master dissipated, with a smile, turned around and left the tomb of the Ming emperor, with a smile, walked into the Ming River, with a smile, walked away in the Ming River... Step by step.

He didn't leave the Styx River, but looked for it in the Styx river. With a smile, he looked for his second goal to enter the Styx river this time, the ascension plate!

This is the treasure that can make the level of federal civilization leap. It exists in minhanoi.

At the same time, the endless dead gas contained in the Styx river is also the nutrient for Wang Baole's soul to improve. As he moved forward, his mind dispersed, and the life sword sheath in his body gradually hummed, and wisps of dead gas gathered from all directions and continued to integrate into him.

With the distance, more and more dead Qi gathered, and Wang Baole's spirit was constantly absorbed. Gradually, it overflowed from the degree of great fullness and moved towards the star domain. At the same time, it also tilted to Wang Baole's cultivation, so that his cultivation in the later stage of the star began to move towards great fullness and gradually improved.

His formula of closing the stars is running.

Tens of thousands of special stars behind him are slowly transforming into stars. When they all become stars, they represent Wang Baole's cultivation and reach the extreme perfection of star roundness.

At that time, when his thoughts moved, he could make the star map expand endlessly, forming a... Star field!

At that time, he was the star realm!

And it's stronger than ever... Star realm!

Because his star field is formed with Tao Heng as the core, nine Tao as the law, and tens of thousands of special stars as the rule... Perfect star field!

Wang Baole's smile remained the same. In this step-by-step forward, he saw a lot of relics in this Styx River, and saw the evil spirit that rushed at him after encountering one end.

He walked past the ruins with a smile.

With a smile, he killed a fierce spirit. Sometimes he looked up and looked beyond the Styx river. When he looked at the figure in the whirlpool of Jiuyou, he also had that very real smile on his face.

"Be happy and smile more."