However, he did not completely lose consciousness, so he heard the last word spoken by the Lord of God: "Wu."

Even though there were a few more things in the sea of ​​consciousness, Meng Jingzhe did not check them immediately. Instead, he had never been more eager to know who he was than at this moment.

Why do you come here, and why do you have to face all this.

Meng Jingzhe had only regarded these as accidents before, but now he felt that the cause and effect of all this could be explained immediately.

His consciousness was shattered into thousands of fragments in an instant.

Every fragment chases after the fragment of the Divine Lord, and the two stick together tightly.

The fragment of Meng Jingzhe is like a watcher, attached to the fragment of the Divine Lord.

Meng Jingzhe also found it a bit difficult to control so many fragments of consciousness for a long time, but he still endured the pain and followed the traces of the God Lord.

For a figure like the God Lord, he always has a feeling that even if the other person dies, there will never be any splash.

The fragments of the Divine Lord did not die directly, but blended in wherever they went.

It's just that the emphasis of these fragments is different, so the integration results are also different.

He blended into the weapon, and there was a peerless weapon in the world.

He integrated into the human race, and the human race gained an awakened prophet.

Like dandelion seeds, they scatter everywhere with the wind.

One of them, after a long journey, spanning tens of thousands of years, finally arrived on the head of a young human race.

The young man's eyes were dull, as if he was stupid. He was not aware of the arrival of the fragments. His movements were slow, and it was difficult for him to respond to anything in the outside world.

The fragments fell lightly, like feathers, and landed in the young man's hair. After a moment, they disappeared.

The young man's eyes, which were originally dull, suddenly moved.

After taking a breath, he looked at his sister who was frightened by the killing and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid."

Meng Jingzhe looked at this familiar scene, and his heart palpitated. This was the past between him and his sister.

Among the countless fragments, this one is not the only one that is full of color.

There was another fragment that floated through time and space, and came to the place where he had been away for a long time. Here, he saw his newly born self.

The fragments seemed to be conscious, floating directly into the delivery room and landing on the newly born baby.

The baby gradually grew up and showed unusual intelligence. From the time he entered school, he ranked first every year, and finally won the top prize in the college entrance examination. Seeing that his life was about to enter the next stage, he suddenly encountered a car accident.

His soul seemed to know the direction, drifting towards the distance until it landed on another child.

"I actually can't go back, right?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

As a bystander, he saw the scene of his own death, saw his blood left on the ground, watched the driver run away in a hurry, and watched himself lie down for a long time before the ambulance arrived.

How could anyone survive in such a car accident?

"Nothing is impossible in this world." The system that had not appeared for a long time said.

"What about you? Are you a higher civilization, or are you part of this place?" Meng Jingzhe asked the system.

"I can be anything you know." The system said.

Meng Jingzhe paused after hearing this and said, "You know everyone's name."

The system replied: "I don't know."

Meng Jingzhe put it another way: "You can sense other people's names."

"No, maybe it's more than just the name, right?"

Faced with Meng Jingzhe's inquiry, the system's answer was very straightforward.

"I gained part of his abilities."

Meng Jingzhe naturally knew that this "him" was the Divine Lord.

Meng Jingzhe had stayed in the shrine in a parasitic manner for so long. Except for listening to his sermons and the last time, Meng Jingzhe had almost never seen the god take action.

Therefore, Meng Jingzhe still lacked a clear understanding of what the Divine Lord was capable of, even after staying with him for so long.

"Is it emotion?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

He didn't understand before that why the system asked him to collect the yin and yang values ​​​​through the yin and yang strange energy, but now he feels that it seems to be sensing the emotional fluctuations of others in this way.

It's because of mood swings that I can perceive their names.

"You are very smart." The system replied.

"Why do you want to collect so many emotions?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The system did not answer.

Seeing its long silence, Meng Jingzhe did not break the casserole and asked instead, "Is it because of me that you exist in this form?"

"yes."

Meng Jingzhe paused after hearing this, and after a long time, he said: "The Yin Yang Gu family, their way should not be the strange Qi of Yin and Yang."

"There are many forms of Yin and Yang Dao, and this is just one of them." The system said.

Meng Jingzhe thought of the Divine Master who seemed to have always been calm and said, "Is this a combination of the two?"

"yes."

"Everything I saw before was actually a mirage illusion, right?" Meng Jingzhe asked again.

"The mirage you got is never complete."

Listening to the system's answer, Meng Jingzhe thought of the extra things in her consciousness and asked, "What about now?"

"Now?" The system sighed and said, "Now is the most critical time."

Meng Jingzhe wanted to continue asking, but his consciousness, which had been scattered into millions of pieces, gathered together in an instant.

He seemed to be being pushed back on a long and endless road.

After a burst of white light, he returned to the Holy Mountain again.

Back to where it all started.

He had seen the shrine in the mirage illusion, and now looking at this holy mountain, he could naturally feel the aura of the shrine.

The shrine was not completely destroyed, but turned into this holy mountain. In this way, the inheritance of the divine clan continued.

At this time, the sky was dark and there was no moonlight.

Obviously, this is already the next new moon day.

Sixi was wearing a strange outfit and was tying up two people not far from him.

Xiaoyi, Xiaohu.

Meng Jingzhe didn't expect to see these two siblings here.

"The hottest fire."

As soon as Sixi finished speaking, black flames suddenly rose from the bodies of the brother and sister.

Meng Jingzhe had seen this flame in the tall man before, and even before his death, the tall man gave the fire to him, a non-demon.

Meng Jingzhe thought of what Ye Shenglan once said about the ritual in the holy land that can bring people back to life: in the center of the holy land, burn the hottest fire, sacrifice the soul of good luck, and shed all the blood of the strongest,

Destroy the most holy vessel and extradite the loved ones. Only in this way can the dead be resurrected.

"The soul of great luck." Sixi said softly.

After he finished speaking, a white soul floated out of Sixi's hand.

"Xiao Tian!"
Chapter completed!