There's something wrong with my master.

I originally wanted to rub it on Lin Xi's face, but then I thought it was a bit unkind, so I didn't do it in the end.

After Yun Changsheng finished doing all this, his mind sank into other things.

A light flashed from the storage ring.

The book written by the barbarian boy appeared in his hands again.

The surging resentment flowed towards Yun Changsheng again through this book. The resentment revealed a strong unwillingness, as if questioning something.

The farther away from the curtain that blocks the cold current, the stronger these resentments become.

A flash of white light flashed in Yun Changsheng's eyes, and he closed his eyes gently as if he had fallen asleep.

And the consciousness sank into the vast white avenue.

After the Seven Emotions Flower burned to ashes, the colorful light showed no signs of dissipating.

As long as Yun Changsheng does not leave the path of the Mahayana period, his feelings for Lin Xi and Lin Duoduo will never fade away over the past few hundred years.

On the vast white avenue, Yun Changsheng summoned the projection of the Snow Cloud Sword.

The flying sword danced, and sparks flew from the friction of the sword tip.

Once again, a painting was left on this road.

The painting shows a moving horse-drawn carriage. Li Yue, wearing a goose yellow outfit, is holding a whip and leaning lazily on the shaft.

In the carriage, a man and a woman snuggled up to each other, taking advantage of the lunch break to relax for a while.

The dancing sword light stopped and the shadow of the flying sword faded.

Yun Changsheng squatted down, looked at his painting, and nodded with satisfaction.

There are many similar paintings around him.

There is a painting of Lin Xi ascending to heaven and severing his own immortal foundation.

There is a painting of Lin Xi riding on a flying sword, trying to block all disasters in front of him.

There is also the painting of Lin Xi rescuing him in the cold snow.

In addition, there are also Yun Changsheng and Lin Duoduo.

Lin Duoduo's tolerance when the inner demon erupted.

In this worldly matter, she did not hesitate much. She liked him, and that was it, so she married Yun Changsheng.

The second time he appeared, he didn't stay for too long. He dug a hole, wanting to bury himself and Yun Changsheng together, to live and die together.

All the moments that the three of them spent together were recorded by Yun Changsheng on this vast white avenue.

Yun Changsheng didn’t know what the ruthless way was like in the past.

He just wanted to paint the three of them on this avenue.

After a long time, Yun Changsheng finally came back to his senses after watching these paintings.

He walked forward, and when he was about to walk out of the colorful light, he stopped and sat down cross-legged.

Tiny dots of light emerged, representing all living things.

It was easy to find the light spots belonging to the young people of the Gu tribe.

Yun Changsheng reached out and gently poked one of the light spots, then withdrew his hand.

The light spot just now was the little girl Xing'er.

And this girl was just...having a crush...

Yun Changsheng changed a few light spots and checked again.

There is less gloom and more youthful vigor in the emotions of these young people.

It feels good.

Yun Changsheng withdrew his gaze from these young men and looked at a black spot of light.

That was left behind by the dead barbarians.

There are so many of them, hundreds of thousands in number.

The emotions they left behind contained deep resentment.

It was because he felt these emotions that Yun Changsheng asked Lin Xi to rescue Lin Tian and Yun Liuyu.

He wanted to use this to stir up the resentment of the barbarians and wash away this stretch of road.

When Yun Changsheng's gaze turned to the light spot belonging to the barbarian, the questioning voice sounded again.

why?

Why!

The sound was noisy and filled with strong resentment.

The smell of blood spread and became stronger and stronger.

Amid the strong smell of blood, piles of bones emerged.

Yun Changsheng picked up a skull from the ground.

He is very young, judging by his age, he seems to be around seven or eight years old.

He put the skull in his hand down and picked up the other one.

This one is a little smaller and a little softer.

"Not born yet."

There was finally a little emotion in his voice, like regret.

Among a pile of bones, he found the body of a man named Manqiu.

It was this child who wrote the story that connected him to the barbarians.

“Thank you for liking my story.”

Yun Changsheng said this.

At the end of the book, Manqiu thanked Mr. Nanfang, whom he had never met.

Yun Changsheng seemed to be responding to these words.

As the smell of blood around him faded, he returned to his previous indifferent look.

"It was just bad luck after all."

If they had formed an alliance with the Gu tribe in the first place, the barbarians should have gone to Qian Kingdom with the Gu tribe now.

"It was really a bit of bad luck."

Amidst the dark dots of light, someone responded.

Yun Changsheng looked over and saw an old man.

He knew this old man; he was the chieftain of the barbarian tribe.

The old man continued to speak.

"If the barbarians were born in a world without monks, and if no monks intervened in this matter, the barbarians could easily overcome such a natural disaster."

"maybe."

Yun Changsheng nodded and no longer cared about this matter.

He felt a myriad of emotions washing over him, but in the end, nothing was left.

The piles of corpses disappeared.

Everything in front of me disappeared.

He continued to search along the white road.

Logically, He should be here too.

Although he stood very high, his cultivation was limited by this realm and he could only transcend tribulations.

To overcome tribulation, it should be next to Mahayana.

Yun Changsheng walked to the edge of the colorful light and looked into the distance.

There was a vast expanse of white ahead, and no one was in sight.

This place is so big, it's normal that you can't find it.

But His body should be very large. Although it has shrunk a lot now, it is still very large.

It should be easy to find.

Yun Changsheng seemed to suddenly think of something, then looked up.

His gaze was directed to the infinite height.

He saw a pair of eyes, one black and one white.

Chapter 379: So This Is a Script

Lin Xi once said that when she was going through the thunder tribulation of ascension, she looked up at the sky and saw the projection of the Merciless Dao at an infinite height.

So she guessed that all the supreme forgetfulness techniques in this world came from Him.

And the method to break the Supreme Being’s forgetfulness of emotions is to imitate Him.

After all, although He possesses the projection of the ruthless way, He is filled with emotions and desires.

So Yun Changsheng also wanted to find a place to see Him.

Most of the cultivators in the world who have cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness of Love only think about cultivation.

Yun Changsheng is probably the only one who, after practicing the Supreme Forgetfulness, spends all day thinking about breaking it.

At least in this world, that's the case.

A few days ago, Yun Changsheng kept looking up at the sky, but he couldn't see anything.

Today he talked with Lin Xi and they talked about the projection of the ruthless way at infinite heights, so he put his consciousness into the ruthless way.

I originally thought that this time I would be unable to see anything, just like when I looked up at the sky every day.

Unexpectedly, I saw it.

He saw a pair of eyes, one black and one white.

The eyes were so large that they covered the nearby sky.

Yun Changsheng could feel the seven emotions and six desires of countless living beings entangled in these eyes.

It seemed that Yun Changsheng was surprised to see Him. The eyes moved and cast their gaze on Yun Changsheng.

Most of the cultivators in this world would feel nervous when looking up at the sky.

Whether it is practicing Qi or overcoming tribulations, there is no exception.

Because this world is full of legends of heaven.

Love calamity, murder calamity, death calamity...

There was also the destruction of the world tens of thousands of years ago, and so on.

Unlike some worlds, many monks are still wondering whether the sky has consciousness or emotions.

Compared to the quiet "Theses", the gods in this world are quite active.

This also made the monks somewhat afraid of Him.

When they see Him, they may kneel down and worship Him, while some who are arrogant may even shout slogans like "My destiny is in my own hands".

However, the cultivator who has cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness is an exception.

They had no fear and no curiosity.

If heaven can take a look at you, then let it take a look.

Some monks who have cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness may take this opportunity to observe Him and try to comprehend more skills.

Yun Changsheng also came to observe the sky.