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When Lin Jin woke up, he was surprised to find that he was in a completely pitch black space. There was no light, no sound, and not even the ground under his feet could be felt. He wanted to reach out his hand to feel around, but he realized that he didn't even have a body left, what existed was only a ball of consciousness.

He wanted to move, but no matter how he moved, no matter which direction he moved in, he did not feel any signs of moving.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that this darkness was still slowly but surely compressing and gathering towards his position. The space around him also became more and more oppressive, so heavy that he could not believe that he was still alive.

However, for some reason, when faced with such a pitch-black darkness, he did not panic in the slightest, nor did he panic in the slightest. Although he felt that it was a bit strange, he faintly felt that it was natural.

Let him just be cold and calm and feel it all...

In this incomparably oppressive darkness, even an instant would seem like a very long moment, and a very long time would also seem like an instant.

At first he thought about it, about why he was there, about how he was going to get out, but soon he realized that it was futile, that he wanted to move his limbs, that he had no limbs, that he wanted to fly out of the darkness with his mind, that he had been flying for ten, a hundred, a thousand years, and yet he felt as if he were not moving at all, that there was no movement of air, that there was no contrast, that he thought he was moving, but in the end he did not know whether he was moving or not, and he wanted to enlarge and shrink himself, but no matter how he enlarged and shrank, all around him was black and empty, and there was nothing but the sense of being tiny himself.

He wanted to scream again, but he didn't. Even if he shouted out loud, he wouldn't even be able to hear his own voice. Thus, in the end, he could only think and recall.

Fortunately, for some unknown reason, he did not feel any irritation, fear, sadness, pain, happiness or any other emotions. What remained was only a little bit of curiosity. This allowed him to persist in this space.

He didn't know if a year had passed, or if it was a thousand years, but he was also recalling the memories. From the earliest memory, until the moment he was enveloped in white light.

Then there was thinking, thinking about everything: the meaning of animals, the meaning of plants, the meaning of inanimate objects, the meaning of life. The meaning of emotion, the meaning of the world, and the meaning of existence.

After a long time of reminiscing and thinking, he had learned to forget again, to forget everything that had happened. This included forgetting his own existence and facing this pitch-black and dreary scene like a stone.

Then, when a thought suddenly occurred to him, he began to recall and think again. And then oblivion again — he didn't know what else he could do in this space where there was nothing at all to remember, to think, to forget.

He was not a philosopher or a wise man, but in this seemingly endless time, he thought over everything he had ever seen, felt, and felt. Then, all doubts and confusion.

And the pursuit of cultivation had become unimportant. After an unknown period of time, even if it was survival or destruction, it had become meaningless!

His consciousness, in this constant thinking and forgetting, became chaotic and resolute.

However, he had recently discovered something more interesting. His heart, which had been still for a long time, had become somewhat more active.

That was. He discovered that the pressure from the outside seemed to have increased, and the compression speed also seemed to have increased. He just didn't know what it would be like in the end.

This discovery. The consciousness which caused him to be unable to sense anything other than emptiness and darkness actually had a sort of joyous feeling.

However, ever since he made this change in pressure, there had been no change in the entire space.

After an extremely long period of time, he finally got used to the compression speed and did not care about it at all. He even forgot how long ago he had made this compression speed change.

It was as if from the moment he appeared in this space, this space had been compressing itself at such a speed.

However, the change in compression speed did not come to an end. After an extremely long period of time, the compression speed increased again, and then it maintained a constant speed.

He repeated this countless times. When he was a little tired of it all, the compressing speed of the space suddenly became incomparably fast. The endless space instantly compressed into a small dot.

Pressure, in an instant, covered his consciousness in a blur, and he felt as if all sides were gathering and compressing towards him, pressing him down to a very small place. At the same time, he felt an endless high temperature and density, which was the only thing he felt outside of his consciousness for the past countless years other than the change in pressure.

It was a good thing that he did not have any emotions other than his senses. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy from the endless compression and heat, and would have ended up self-destructing.

Finally, when the dot is compressed to an extreme point.

The entire space suddenly trembled violently, even Lin Jin's consciousness had never felt such vibrations before. Following that, he heard a sound that could not be simply used "Boom!" In the space where his consciousness was at, it suddenly collapsed, and he felt as if he had arrived in another space. He suddenly sprayed out all the compressed material from these endless years like a jet, turning it into an incomparably huge star one at a time.

As for Lin Jin's consciousness, aside from a portion of its purest mental energy, everything else had also turned into countless pieces, and one after another, they all sprayed out towards the endless space.

The eruption lasted for an unknown amount of time before it gradually subsided, returning to a quiet void. And at this moment, from what he sensed with his consciousness, the space in front of him had turned into a beautiful and resplendent starry sky.

Those fiery red and incomparably huge stars were leaving him one by one, turning into a shining dot.

Light, heat, and sound filled the entire space.

At this moment, the various emotions that had disappeared since entering the space returned to his consciousness. Under the bright light, he found that he had hands, feet, and a body …

Recalling all that he had seen, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Was it for this silence? Or for the rejuvenation of the universe? He couldn't say.

This feeling of being moved was like the universe was forcing itself on him, making him unable to resist it, nor did he want to resist it.

Suddenly, he felt a metallic vibration behind him.

Subconsciously turning his head to look, he saw a vaguely familiar small bronze mirror quietly hanging in the sky, reflecting the images of the stars as they left …