Boundless Sky

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"It is said that Qi practitioners in ancient times could set up spirit-gathering formations to condense the vitality of heaven and earth for cultivation. My imprint of the other shore flower is comparable to a large-scale cultivation formation!"

Rubbing the imprint on the palm of his hand, Cheng Hao turned his head and looked outside the door.

It was at noon, and the sun should have been scorching hot, but perhaps it was because of the Bianhua that devoured the vitality of the world on a large scale just now, within the reach of Cheng Hao's eyes, there was a dark image in the sky, which seemed to be gray. Shrouded in smog.

"It seems that the vitality of the world in this world is too thin to withstand the absorption of Bianhua. If it comes back so many times, there will probably be a natural disaster."

At Cheng Hao's current level, he has a certain degree of foresight about some future events, and he can vaguely feel that if the Bianhua continues to swallow the vitality of the world without restraint, there may be major changes in this world.

Shaking his head with some regret, Cheng Hao didn't bother with this matter any more. Anyway, he only came to this world for a month, and it is not easy to get this opportunity, so there is no need to force anything else.

"Brother Cheng, did your soul come back just now?"

The movement of the aura vortex just now was too great, Xu Qinglang couldn't figure out the reason, and could only attribute it to the influence of the return of Cheng Hao's primordial spirit.

"Well, I'm back." Cheng Hao nodded.

"What is the scene of hell, can you tell us about it?" Hearing Cheng Hao's exact answer, Xu Qinglang immediately became interested, and asked with some expectation.

Not only Xu Qinglang, but even Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying had expressions of anticipation on their faces. Regarding hell, whether it was the living or the dead, their hearts were full of endless mystery.

"I just walked a short distance on the Huangquan Road in hell. As for places like Yan Luodian and Naihe Bridge, I was kicked out before I had time to go."

"Ah? Even an immortal like you who has cultivated the Taoist primordial spirit has been kicked out. Could it be that you met King Yama?"

"No, I met a nondescript beast. If I expected it to be correct, it should be the listening beast under the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It was quite hostile to me. I didn't want to conflict with it, so I withdrew."

Cheng Hao's voice was flat, but the danger in it could not be told to outsiders. If the Divine Beast really made a move at that time, his spiritual thoughts would definitely be dead.

"Let's talk first. I'll go upstairs to rest for a while. I feel a little tired from this trip to hell!"

Seeing that Zhou Ze and the others wanted to continue asking, Cheng Hao waved his hand and walked directly to the second floor. Now he needs to carefully examine the imprint of the other shore flower in his palm, and he is a little worried if he doesn't fully understand it.

Coming to a bedroom on the second floor, Cheng Hao sat cross-legged on the floor, and then his mind went directly to the imprint on the palm of his right hand.

"Take me back...I want to see my sister again!"

As soon as the divine mind approached the imprint, the young man's murmur sounded in his mind. It was dreamlike and unreal. Although the voice was gentle, it was filled with endless obsession.

Ignoring the murmur, Cheng Hao's soulful thoughts directly penetrated into the imprint of the other shore flower. Suddenly, memory fragments poured into Cheng Hao's mind.

 …

"Brother, come on, brother, come on!"

In the wide open space at the head of the village, a girl dressed in coarse linen, braided and bare feet, sat on the big rock in front of the village, with her hands on her cheeks, smiling as she watched the training exercise not far away. The boy who punched, and waved his arms from time to time to cheer.

 …

"Brother, don't go, don't go!"

The little girl fell to the ground, her little hands were covered with blood, and she cried out in despair as she watched her brother being forcibly taken away. This farewell seemed to be a farewell forever.

 …

In front of a lake blocked by a mysterious force, a young man in a beast armor was muttering to himself, as if he couldn't let go of someone on the other side of the starry sky, stroking a grimace mask, feeling extremely lost.

"God's blood, demon blood, and Buddha's blood have all been poured on it, and it will be my turn soon. It doesn't matter if I die, but who can help me take care of my sister, she is still too young, so I can't worry about it."

The boy kept pleading to the people next to him, if he could go back to the other side of the starry sky, he asked them not to forget to help him raise his older sister, but everyone looked indifferent and didn't even look at him.

 …

On the towering mountain peak, a young man with a haggard figure who had no strength to stand up, was covered in blood, and was trying his best to carve ancient characters with his fingernails on a boulder.

"I'm dying, who...can help me take care of my sister?"

Exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, the young man fell heavily on the ground, holding a bronze mask in his arms, a faint voice came out, full of regret, unwillingness, and pleading, as if passing through the ages Come.

"I'm just worried about my sister..."

 …

In the hell where the wind is raging, the young man is walking on Huangquan Road in a daze. This road is very long and seems to be endless.

"Oh? A soul from a different time and space plane? This kind of soul with time and space attributes is most suitable for cultivating the flowers of the other side. The poor monk's luck is really good."

Gentle laughter came from the unknown void, and at the same time, an invisible giant hand appeared out of thin air, setting off a wave of spatial ripples, and snatched the young man's soul away cleanly and without any mess.

 …

The memory picture came to an abrupt end here, and the subsequent picture was frozen on a three-color Bana flower, without any changes.

Putting away his obsessive thoughts, Cheng Hao couldn't help but sighed.

He didn't know what the boy's name was, who his sister was, and which world he lived in, but these didn't affect his empathy for the boy.

He is also a person with a younger sister, so he can understand the young man's feeling of being dependent on his younger sister. If one day he also falls, he will probably be like this young man, worrying about his parents and younger sister, right?

Standing up, Cheng Hao felt a little heavy. Except for the young man's obsession and scattered memories, the imprint of the Bana Flower did not leave any backhands, and it would not have any bad influence on his cultivation.

On the contrary, because of this extra imprint, he can display the supernatural power of the other shore flower, devour the vitality of heaven and earth, and can quickly cultivate and improve the divine power in his dantian. For him, he is not familiar with a great fortune.

"I, Cheng Hao, have clear grievances and grievances. Since you have given me a chance, if there is a chance in the future, I will take you back and have another look at my sister!"

Rubbing the imprint of the other side flower in his heart, Cheng Hao silently made a promise in his heart, not for anything else, but for the boy's obsession to see his sister again, and he is willing to help her.

This, perhaps, is the sympathy between brother and brother.