My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 347 I am me, I am Ye Wuyou

Lu Caiwei finally sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and meditated under the Shinto pillar.

Lu Caiwei just asked him that one question, and then the girl tilted her head and thought about it, thinking that it would be a shame not to try this opportunity.

Even Xia Anmeng thinks so.

Besides, you may not be able to learn it.

But Ye Wuyou still stood there, with confusion and puzzlement in his eyes.

The narrator's voice had faded away, but it seemed to still linger in his ears.

What is the time of decision?

Comprehending the magic of Shinto, whether you have learned it or not, are there any hidden dangers?

But no matter how Ye Wuyou called out in his heart, the narration did not respond at all.

So Ye Wuyou chose to use Tian Yan.

It was difficult for Tian Yan to speculate on things that were too abstract, so this time Ye Wuyou gave a precise question.

Can Lu Caiwei learn the magic of shrinking the distance into an inch?

The answer is no, and Tianyan came to the conclusion without much effort.

Lu Caiwei was unable to learn the Shinto technique of shrinking the distance into an inch.

This result made Ye Wuyou even more confused.

If you haven't learned how to shrink the earth into an inch, then even if there are hidden dangers in the Shinto technique, they should not exist.

He frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the girl who was thinking with her eyes closed, but Ye Wuyou did not notice anything unusual.

This puzzle has not been answered.

Dog narration: Speak up, do you really want me to scold you?

The narrator's voice sounded leisurely.

[At this moment, there is no one around, and the scenery is beautiful. As the old saying goes, the wild is full of spring, and it is a good time for double cultivation. Four women are sitting together in front of you. There is a zombie woman who will not feel pain no matter how crazy she behaves. What will happen to the royal princess who looks elegant in front of others under you? I wonder how beautiful and holy the Taoist woman will be when she cries. And there is the furnace tripod that you have always thought about. Yes, the beauty is like jade and the sword is like a rainbow. At this moment, she is your scabbard. She will hold the sword in her body and absorb your edge... Very good, very good, now is the time for double cultivation to prove the Tao]

Stop talking, you bastard. I was wrong. You should just take a rest...

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and changed his mindset.

Lu Caiwei cannot learn Shinto magic = she has not been to the Shinto pillar today = the narrator did not speak.

If you can’t learn it, then you can’t learn it. At least this way you don’t have to worry about it and just pretend that nothing happened today.

He was now sitting cross-legged in meditation, trying to comprehend the Shinto Pillar.

There was no insight gained at first, but Ye Wuyou didn't care.

He has already learned the skill of [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch], and now, he is trying to use the Shinto technique.

A picture appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

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A familiar feeling came over Ye Wuyou's heart.

Ye Wuyou felt that his consciousness was hazy at the moment, just like being half asleep and half awake.

He could see what was in front of him, but he couldn't do anything.

In front of him, an old man in a Taoist robe had eyes shining brightly and shouted excitedly at his empty hands.

"That's right, that's right, it worked, it worked, my previous research was in the wrong direction..."

"Humans really can't move between heaven and earth, because it goes against the rules and goes against cognition, but Tao can, Tao can."

"The Great Dao has no distances. The Great Dao has no distances. The technique derived from the Great Dao has no distances is named "Shrinking the Earth into an Inch."

Oh, this is the origin of shrinking the earth into an inch.

It turned out to be the case.

The great way has no distances, which is consistent with the weird nature... No wonder shrinking the earth into an inch requires the use of weird power.

Even though it's just an answer, a picture.

But in an instant, many of Ye Wuyou's doubts and puzzles about [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch] seemed to be answered.

His comprehension of [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch] deepened invisibly.

It's like a difficult problem that you could only solve using a formula, but suddenly you understand why you have to do it this way.

Everything seemed to end there.

The picture slowly disintegrated like a shattered mirror.

[These filthy bugs and ants, their ugly faces make you sick. These treacherous ants will eventually be crushed by you and die without a burial place...]

As the narration began, the fragmented mirror was being restored bit by bit.

The picture flashed, and a completely different scene from before appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

Still unable to move, still unable to speak, just seeing vaguely.

As far as the eye can see, there is a layer of white clouds and a scorching sun across the sky, emitting brilliance.

Is this above the clouds?

But there was no one in sight.

What the hell is the narrator doing? What does he want me to see?
Ye Wuyou just started to think, but then he found that his gaze had moved.

My sight is moving, but this is not under my control.

It turns out there was someone there.

Instead, his gaze was fixed on someone.

But who is this person? Ye Wuyou can't see.

Wherever the eyes could see, it was as if they could penetrate the vast clouds, see below, see the ground, and see human figures.

The sky is full of colorful lights and fairy air, and from time to time, human figures are flying through the vast sky.

With a quick glance, he even saw ripples under the feet of a few people. That was the brilliance of the divine art that could shrink the distance into an inch.

A picture from the last era?

The Shinto techniques that are difficult for ordinary people to learn in this era did not seem to be that difficult in the last era, although not everyone could learn them.

His mind was slightly startled because Ye Wuyou saw the person in his sight and stretched out his hand.

Snap. Snapped his fingers.

The figure in the air froze for a moment, and then the banished immortals fell like rain.

Ye Wuyou seemed to be able to hear a slight inhalation sound coming from his ear.

But that was not because of excessive consumption, but...laughing.

The banished immortals fell like rain, but the man who did all this was laughing.

But it seems that only the so-called "immortals" died, while the living creatures on earth are still there.

This scene seemed to last for a long time, yet it seemed to be just a moment.

But when I looked again, there were fewer people around.

But there was still a group of people, a very large group of people, men and women, who wore similar clothes and were connected by blood, belonging to the same family.

An endless crowd of people surrounded an ancient altar. A man stood on the altar with a solemn expression. He looked up at the sky and kept saying something.

"We have contributed so much to you and we admire you so much... why are you like this?"

Ye Wuyou couldn't hear clearly what the man said.

He could only vaguely sense that the man's aura, or realm, was beyond his cognition.

The person that Ye Wuyou was looking at just chuckled. He listened to these words and seemed to have heard something very funny, and he kept laughing.

When I gently tapped my finger, the sound became quiet, leaving only dead silence.

This kind of scene seems to have several scenes at the same time.

But one of the pictures shocked Ye Wuyou.

That was the scene he saw under the Tianyan Shinto Pillar.

It was still that person, the immortal from the previous era, the one with the most powerful aura.

He saw that "himself" had clearly stretched out his finger, but only that man's countless wives, daughters, children, clansmen, and friends died.

The man's eyes showed sadness, and then he let out a gnashing cry that reached the sky.

"why?"

Still a low laugh, the only response was a low laugh.

Finally, the man's body continued to rise, he stepped into the air and went towards the sky.

"why?"

The "self" in front of him stretched out his hand and waved his fingertips lightly. Ye Wuyou finally heard a voice with sneering and contempt.

"Destroying you has nothing to do with you."

After one finger, the man's body stiffened slightly, but he did not die.

He kept opening his mouth, shouting loudly, and telling something.

Ye Wuyou couldn't hear.

But "myself" finally stood up, stopped laughing, and responded with the coldest voice.

"After thousands of years, you have also become the termites that you once hated the most..."

"Stories only end at the most exciting part of a person's life, but as time passes, your future absurdity is never recorded..."

"No? Look back and see if the blood flowing through your tribesmen, who are already numerous like mountains, is it blood or greedy maggots..."

"The old who refuse to die are thieves, the immortals are short-sighted, they retreat for hundreds or thousands of years, their thoughts decay without knowing it, and the world remains unchanged for thousands of years..."

"You want to solve it? No need, I am solving all of this and looking for the most correct path..."

The person who was floating in the air and had never disappeared was still shouting something loudly, with an angry cry.

"You ghost thing, you have the same ugly face as mine, for countless years, why do you think you are a human? Even your body is..."

The voice of "myself" fell silent for a moment, and was replaced by a crazy low laugh.

The low laughter gradually grew louder and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a cold word was uttered.

“Below the self, there are all living beings; below the self, all living beings are equal.”

With a wave of his sleeves, the man's body was instantly torn into pieces.

But "myself" was looking very far away.

It is a river that keeps flowing.

He looked away, as if he didn't care.

The picture faded away, leaving only the last words.

"In this case, I will refine the Yin and Yang energies again and create a new world."

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Ye Wuyou opened his eyes, his gaze lingered on the Shinto pillar for a moment, and then moved away easily.

The narrator's voice continued to ring in my ears, carrying the strongest allure.

[Those damned ants, pretending to die in the Luo River, eventually betrayed you and destroyed your foundation at the most critical moment. Now everything will be their retribution. Wait for you...]

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything, he just took out the booklet that had been recording the events.

There are a lot of words written densely on the booklet.

Since leaving Dayan, I have to write at least four thousand words a day.

Everything recorded above are things that Ye Wuyou reminds himself not to forget.

Ye Wuyou was holding a pen at this moment, his eyes calm as he wrote something.

The narrator's rambling voice suddenly stopped for some reason...

It's as if everything has lost its meaning.

On the paper, Ye Wuyou picked up the pen and kept repeating line after line of words.

【I am who I am】

【I am Ye Wuyou】

(End of this chapter)