My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 358 Remember, That's Not Me

Inside the cage, Ye Wuyou easily lifted the wooden board, causing a large cloud of dust to rise.

Sure enough, there is a different world under the wooden board.

A cave entrance that slopes straight downwards. Although it is dark, Ye Wuyou can still see the stairs inside.

This is the entrance to the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

It was placed here.

Ye Wuyou thought so and was about to step inside, but his body stiffened slightly.

His footsteps had already entered the darkness, but in a very strange way... he was stepping in the air.

The ground is still a flat surface, and the dark hole exposed on it can only be seen, but when you step on it, it still feels as solid as the ground.

It is like an extremely realistic 3D oil painting, which is now displayed on the ground and appears before people's eyes.

Of course everything in the oil painting is fake, no matter how real it is, it is still fake.

But Ye Wuyou knew that this was not a realistic portrait, and there really was a ninth layer underneath.

What is this method, and what should be done about it?

There was a thoughtful look in Ye Wuyou's eyes, but there was a noise coming from the side.

Junxiong... The child in the mute girl's arms slowly turned around, his eyes focused on her.

But he did not look at Ye Wuyou, but looked at the ground that looked like a "portrait".

Is that so...

A hint of realization appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes. Then he took a deep breath, pointed his finger at the "portrait" hanging quietly on the ground, and spoke.

"The ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison, is it true... or false?"

The child ignored Ye Wuyou at first, but the mute girl walked silently to Ye Wuyou's side, reached out and tugged at Ye Wuyou's sleeve, then lowered her head slightly, and her eyes, obscured by her long hair, looked at the child in her arms.

"Aba...Aba...Aba"

Ye Wuyou looked at the mute girl in surprise. He felt that her pronunciation was not right and wanted to correct it.

But then I felt like I was worrying too much. Why should I argue with a mute?

The child's gaze then fell on Ye Wuyou. His expression seemed a little conflicted. His white eyeballs rolled around, and then he lowered his head and spoke.

The voice was extremely hoarse, and it was not a sound that a child could make.

"Judgment... to be true."

The "scroll" on the ground seemed to twist for a moment, and then Ye Wuyou felt his feet loosen.

The scene came true, and the real entrance to the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison opened.

Although I have known the horror of [True or Falsehood Judgment] for a long time, it was not until today when I experienced it myself that I felt the difference.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly; it was hard for him to understand it all.

What if it is judged to be false? Will the ninth floor disappear?

There was no way Lu Qingshan hadn't thought of this.

Or maybe the Shinto pillars cannot be affected by the weirdness? So they can't be judged as fake no matter what?

After all, until now, no one has been heard of being able to break the Shinto Pillar, and Shinto magic itself consumes strange power to activate.

But no matter what, at least the entrance to this floor appeared in front of him.

Of course Ye Wuyou would not use the [Shinto Technique Clone], but as the saying goes, since he is here, he has to take a look.

He took a candle from the wall and walked slowly down the dark stairs until his figure disappeared into the darkness.

The ninth level of the Heavenly Prison.

If you don’t set foot there in person, it’s hard to imagine that there is such a huge space underground in Tianlan City.

This level is much more spacious than the other prisons, but it is empty. There are no cages, no weirdness, nothing at all.

There is only that one stone pillar extending from the deeper ground.

There were words engraved on the stone pillar, but Ye Wuyou just glanced at it without looking at it any further.

[Shinto Technique: Clone]

A Shinto technique that can only be used once.

I can completely create another you, with your own memories and all your own magical powers. Your appearance will be exactly the same, and your cultivation level will be copied exactly.

He has his own consciousness.

Of course, the temperament may be slightly different, and it is also weird and cannot be inherited.

The real Lu Qingshan doesn't like to look at the emperor's uncle, but the clone Lu Qingshan likes to look at him.

The real Lu Qingshan, whether it was the Tianyan that traveled through time before at the Lu family, or the Tianyan that appeared at the door of the eighth floor just now, Ye Wuyou vaguely felt that the "Lu Qingshan" was a little different from the Lu Qingshan he knew.

More aggressive, more confident.

But my "master" lacks this kind of edge.

I think, maybe it’s because of age?

Maybe...right?

Lu Qingshan chose this step back then because the price of [death] was too high. Qi Sha would surely die, and in the end he used the method of splitting himself into two bodies, which inherited everything from him, and was equivalent to the unconditional use of [death].

Ye Wuyou would not choose this step.

Is memory the carrier of human beings?

Ye Wuyou couldn't answer, nor was he sure whether he would change his mind and choose to use Shinto magic to create a self... to live in his place if he was really going to die one day.

In this way, at least in the eyes of the people around him and the world, Ye Wuyou is still alive.

The future is unpredictable.

At least Ye Wuyou now strongly disagrees with this matter in his heart. This is his own paranoia and has nothing to do with right or wrong.

If I were to use the [Shinto Technique Clone] to create another one of myself right now, I would probably want to kill the other person on the spot.

Just like the "man in the mirror" in the underground palace.

There can only be one Ye Wuyou in the world.

It can only be yourself.

Ye Wuyou walked around the ninth floor of the Sky Prison, but felt there was nothing to see, so he turned around and left.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly paused. Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the area with his mind. He found something different in a hidden corner of the wall.

Dark brown dried spots... these are bloodstains.

And it's been many years, and there's only this little bit.

Why is there blood here?
This made Ye Wuyou look puzzled.

But he immediately thought of something, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand with his palm open.

The previous Lu Qingshan was the real Lu Qingshan. He wanted to verify something and thus infer the future from the past.

It happened to be deduced from the same place as myself, and the two heavenly deductions were connected.

What about this place?

Will Lu Qingshan leave anything behind?
With the doubts in his heart and the curiosity at the moment combined, Ye Wuyou used Tian Yan.

What is this bloodstain?
A picture unfolded before Ye Wuyou's eyes.

But the picture was blurry and nothing could be seen clearly.

Moreover, the consumption of [Ghost] is very high.

This means that deduction is somewhat difficult.

Is it because it happened too long ago, or because the matter was kept secret, or maybe because there is something weird about this place?

Just when Ye Wuyou was about to give up, the picture suddenly flickered and then became clearer.

That familiar feeling came over me again.

Someone in the past, at the same place, used Tianyan to connect to the future.

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A dark and silent world.

This is the ninth level of the Heavenly Prison.

A figure was running unsteadily at this moment, his body was shaky and his breath was scattered, looking extremely embarrassed.

With every step he took, blood would spill out and fall to the ground.

The blood stained the blue robe, gradually turning it into a mixture of blue and red.

Eventually, he could no longer walk, his breath was gone, and his injuries were serious.

So he fell to the ground, lowered his head, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks.

But his eyes were still bright, revealing a hint of unwillingness, and even a sense of... madness.

He is Lu Qingshan.

There were footsteps behind me.

Lu Qingshan, who looked quite young at that time, laughed miserably at this moment, and then seemed to have thought of something. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, with fatigue in his eyes.

Spread your palms, Tian Yan.

He deduced the future.

This is the ultimate heavenly evolution, without reservation, even involving the use of the soul.

Lu Qingshan sat on the ground, raised his eyes slightly, and looked into the void.

Ye Wuyou also looked at him.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were calm, but that sharpness and unwillingness always lingered in the corners of his eyes.

Ye Wuyou was speechless at this moment. There was complexity and shock in his eyes, and even more doubt.

"I haven't lost yet. Remember, he is not me..." Lu Qingshan said.

The footsteps stopped behind him.

Then, Lu Qingshan's head was held down from behind by someone and then smashed hard to the ground.

One, one, another.

Smashed until bloody, smashed until blood splattered, smashed until unconscious, smashed until death...

'Lu Qingshan' walked out from behind him at this moment, with a steady breath, a calm expression, and a mellow voice.

"Why bother? What did you end up using Tian Yan for?"

No one could respond to him.

There was only a corpse on the ground in front of him.

Lu Qingshan felt a little disappointed, shook his head slightly, and spoke softly.

"I don't have Tian Yan's memory... Never mind, if you die, Tian Yan will be mine. I'll come and see for myself."

Tianyan is inherited.

Ye Wuyou looked at this scene but was speechless.

This is Lu Qingshan’s clone.

This is also my master.

This is the Lu Qingshan that I have always known.

In the picture, Lu Qingshan has a black figure in his hand.

He looked at the little man with curiosity, just like Ye Wuyou's expression when he first learned Tian Yan.

But when Lu Qingshan used Tian Yan, Ye Wuyou did not hesitate and suddenly cut off the connection with Tian Yan.

As for the future and the past, as long as you don't take the initiative to deduce it, you can't see everything clearly with your own strength.

He didn't want Lu Qingshan to know that it was he who saw all this.

Because he was certain that the Lu Qingshan he was familiar with did not know him before.

Tianyan's connection was cut off. Ye Wuyou stood in the dark prison. For some reason, he felt a slight chill on his back.

Although Lu Qingshan's real body was not his master, Ye Wuyou felt very uncomfortable seeing someone who looked exactly like Lu Qingshan being crushed to death.

And what exactly did the other party’s last words, the words of risking his life to use Tian Yan, mean?
"I haven't lost yet. Remember, he is not me..."

Just as Ye Wuyou was thinking.

next moment.

The earth is shaking!

(End of this chapter)