It was a very long darkness, but there seemed to be something else in the darkness, which unknowingly attracted Yu Ling's attention.

He seemed to have seen a gorgeous palace. The palace was deserted. There was only a five or six-year-old boy struggling to carry a long sword. He kept repeating the movements of drawing the sword, thrusting forward, drawing the sword, thrusting forward. He was meticulous and boring.

It's so boring.

Next to the boy, there was a middle-aged man looking at him indifferently, without any appreciation or satisfaction on his face. He only occasionally gave a few pointers, but those instructions were all disgusting scolding and reprimand, without any gentleness or encouragement.

.

He seemed to be extremely disappointed with the boy, and asked him to stand there and keep his sword motion moving.

The boy was like a silent statue, stubbornly maintaining a posture, from morning to night, as the night grew darker.

With a "ding-dong" sound, the exhausted boy finally passed out, but his right arm was still stretched out straight, tightly grasping the long sword.

Not long after, he woke up and was woken up by a middle-aged man pouring a basin of ice water on him.

The cold wind in December was biting, and the boy struggled to get up covered in ice, his face was sickly and unusually rosy.

He remained silent, with no excuses or complaints. His face, which was obviously still very immature, was filled with silence and indifference.

I don’t know how much perseverance he had to continue practicing the sword for a new day, or whether it was the two basic movements that were so boring that it was intolerable, but the middle-aged man was just not satisfied.

The boy finally fell ill, but even though a few pills could solve the problem, the middle-aged man ignored it and completely left him to fend for himself.

Although he was in a huge and gorgeous palace, the boy was always alone. Not to mention the maids and maids who came to take care of him, he even had to take the medicine himself.

He staggered towards the room holding the elixir, but fell weakly to the ground, and the elixirs were scattered everywhere.

He struggled for a long time and couldn't stand up. He could only crawl on the ground with difficulty, holding the elixirs in his arms one by one. When his hand stretched out to the last vine elixir, one foot hit him hard.

He stepped on it hard and even crushed it a few times in a demonstration.

The boy lay on the ground and raised his head. His dark pupils were still emotionless, but there was a bit of coldness in the dead silence.

"Bah! Trash! It's such a shame to have a brother like you!" A 12-13-year-old boy looked disgusted. He was surrounded by a group of attendants. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked elegant. He was completely different from the embarrassed boy.

people of the world.

After an attendant crushed the elixir with his foot, he gloated and kicked it into the boy's face: "Eat, I kindly added some ingredients for you, it should be more delicious!"

Another maid giggled and said: "That's right, don't waste it. Your master only ordered so many medicinal materials from the Divine Medicine Palace. Don't expect him to prepare another one for you. After all, your master

He has so many disciples, how can he have the energy to care about you, the most useless one?"

"Hahaha!"

A group of people chatted and laughed and walked away. The topic they were talking about had already shifted to the legendary story of a certain genius.

The boy remained silent in the snow for a long time, and finally picked up the trampled vine and held it gently in his arms.

Even though he was so insulted and malicious, he did not curse, complain, or become hysterical, just like a deaf, blind, and mute person.

On the snow, the little figure crawled forward bit by bit, winding out a thrilling trace with such difficulty.

To an unpredictable future that he has no idea about.

…

The boundless darkness sank suddenly, as if being dispersed by the light, and gradually faded away.

Yu Ling opened her eyes in a daze, her head still throbbing, and she still felt empty and weak.

It took him a long time to remember what happened before, because the story of the boy he saw while unconscious seemed to occupy his mind, making him unable to tell who he was for a moment.

It's like having a long dream. When you first wake up from a big dream, there is always a sense of unreality and confusion.

No! Where is Chenruo? How is Chenruo?

Yu Ling suddenly regained consciousness, quickly put the dream-like story behind her, and began to look for traces of Zi Chenruo around her.

He found himself in a strange and crude stone house, lying on a cold stone platform that couldn't even be called a bed.

When he sat up suddenly, he tilted his head and met a pair of bright eyes. A girl in purple was sitting quietly by the stone platform, staring at him unblinkingly, without speaking or speaking.

Any unnecessary actions.

"Chen Ruo?" Yu Ling looked at her blankly, completely unprepared, and for a moment she couldn't help but wonder if she had fallen into a dream within a dream.

Is she "awakening"? Is she really alive?

The bright autumn eyes of the girl in front of him were still fixed on his face, and she just hummed softly.

"Chen Ruo..." For some reason, after the sudden surprise, Yu Ling felt keenly that something was wrong.

He suddenly asked uneasily: "You...do you still remember me?"

The Yin spirit had reminded him before that even if the soul summoning was successful, everything would not be perfect, and incomplete souls would likely cause memory loss or confusion. Not to mention that during the stalemate with the Netherworld Water, those who represented Zichenruo

The purple light spot of the soul was swallowed up so much that Yu Ling no longer dared to speculate anymore.

"Huh?" The girl in purple looked at him doubtfully, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

She still has those calm and clear eyes, she is still the gentle and quiet girl, but she always feels that something has become very strange.

Unable to suppress her worry about gains and losses, Yu Ling stretched out her hand and gently touched Zi Chenruo's sleeve, as if she wanted to confirm whether the woman in front of her really existed.

Obviously, he was not dreaming and what he saw was not an apparition.

She really is her.

But……

While Yu Ling was in a daze, the girl in front of her suddenly looked confused. The next moment she blinked, her whole temperament suddenly became completely different.

The purple-clothed girl tightly grasped Yu Ling's hand touching her sleeve, with a naive look on her face that was definitely not in line with her character. She spoke pitifully and with tears in her eyes: "Ling, you finally woke up, you are all

I've been in a coma for two days..."

Yu Ling stared blankly at this extremely strange woman, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning, and her mind went blank.

Wait! What is going on here?

It's obviously the same face, the same person, why...why...what exactly is going on? Isn't he really dreaming?

Even if you are dreaming, you must have a minimum logic and bottom line, so what is this?!

Before Yu Ling could react from the state of collapse of her outlook on life, the girl threw herself directly into his arms, sobbing and choking: "Ling, I thought I would never see you again... wuwu, you will never be able to see you again...

Please don’t leave me again, okay..."

Yu Ling didn't care to reply, and all his energy sank into the sea of ​​soul. He directly found the extremely weak purple light and asked: "Did you do anything?!"

"Let me out quickly! Do you want to regret it?" Zi Guang asked weakly.

"Explain it to me first!"

"What do you want me to explain? Because your last magical soul technique, combined with my soul-calling method, was incredibly effective, so her soul was basically returned to its place, and there wasn't much missing.

There will be no amnesia or memory confusion or anything like that. It’s fine if you don’t thank me, but you still..."

"The question is, what's going on with her now? This is not her original character at all. Are you sure nothing strange has been mixed in?"

The spirit of the Yin spirit was about to erupt, and he said angrily: "You are sick! This is not a problem for her at all, okay? It's just that she forcibly opened the seal before and broke through to the spirit transformation realm, causing the existing realm to collapse. Although she was summoning souls,

She was restored to the peak of the spirit division under the care of the spirit method and the soul condensation technique, but she had divided her nine thoughts in the spirit division state, and now she can no longer twist them into one. To put it simply, she is now split into nine personalities...

…”

"..."

Feeling that Yu Ling's soul thought was sending some kind of dangerous signal, the Yin spirit soul quickly added: "But! Once she returns to the spirit realm, everything will return to normal. Although it will be very difficult to rebuild after breaking through the realm, but in the future
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