Luo Feng appeared on the top of the thousand-billion-year-old snow mountain.
He saw the vicissitudes of life woman with white hair standing on the edge of the cliff.
It is said that the Master of the Universe coexists with the universe, but that is just an adjective.
Where is the end of martial arts? Desire is endless.
Some people's whole life is just the starting point for some people.
Ji Ziming, the former head of the Ji family on Earth, took the first step into the mysterious realm in the new era and became a legendary warrior.
She has infinite possibilities, and now her limit is the Universe Master.
In the hundreds of billions of years of loneliness, power has not brought any changes to her, only the heart waiting for the return of her son.
This heart has been shattered for a long time, and now it no longer feels anything.
The mother cannot remember every detail of her child, and the child's memory is dusty, but now they meet in a hundred billion years of time and space that have gone through countless vicissitudes of life.
I don't know why, even though Luo Feng couldn't remember the past, when he saw the rotten woman in front of him, endless sadness surged in his heart.
Tears rolled down in the wind and snow, Luo Feng's throat squirmed, and the word "Mom" that had been on his lips for a long time was swallowed back.
"Have you seen my child?" Ji Ziming turned her head, her old face no longer the same.
Her long snow-white hair drags the ground, like an old tree that is dying of life and about to run out of breath.
The snow under her feet swallowed up her feet, and she walked towards Luo Feng barefoot.
"Do you still remember your child?" Luo Feng asked softly.
"I can't remember. I even forgot his appearance. I only know that his name is Ji Wudao, and Ji Wudao is my child."
Luo Feng was startled, tears wet his eyes and felt like they were stuck in his throat.
Order has made the world forget the traces of Luo Feng's existence, but although the mother cannot remember the child's appearance and past events, she does know that her son's name is Ji Wudao.
Luo Feng stepped forward and gently held Ji Ziming's old, wrinkled, cold right hand. He could feel that Ji Ziming's life breath was declining.
One is a son who is full of infinite possibilities and his body is like a furnace. The other is a dry well and a mother who is about to die.
Luo Feng's heart ached so much that he was almost suffocated by this overwhelming feeling.
Only then did he understand what Li Qingshan said, that amnesia is not necessarily bad luck, but rather the luck that Luo Feng gained from saving the universe.
Luo Feng didn't know that he was in so much pain just standing in front of his mother. If all those Fengchen memories were awakened, would he be able to be as calm as he is now?
"You... look so familiar," Ji Ziming's cloudy eyes were no longer beautiful, and her eyelids were sunken and looked sad.
Ji Ziming reached out and touched Luo Feng's stubbled face. It felt extremely familiar and yet strange.
"You are like my son Ji Wudao."
Luo Feng's eyes were drooping and he did not dare to look at Ji Ziming's full and lonely eyes because he felt guilty.
"But you are not my Wu Dao, I know you are not."
"Why am I not?" Luo Feng whispered.
"My Wu Dao is a kid who loves to laugh. He is so sunny and handsome. He always brings happiness to the people around him. He jumps up and down like a monkey. I just like to watch him smile."
"You are not innocent. You don't like to smile. Your hair is white. You look like a worried old man, even older than me."
Luo Feng didn't speak, just lowered his head, and the hot tears in his eyes fell on the back of Ji Ziming's wrinkled hands.
"Why are you crying?" Ji Ziming asked, "Are you also looking for your family?"
Luo Feng nodded vigorously, "I have also forgotten my family, and my family has forgotten me. Even if I stand in front of her now, she doesn't recognize me."
"That was a very painful thing," Ji Ziming stroked Luo Feng and comforted softly.
"Can I call you mom?" Luo Feng choked while holding Ji Ziming's hand.
"Yes, as long as you don't dislike my old age and old age, which ruins the perfect image of your mother in your mind."
"You are the most beautiful, mom," Luo Feng hugged Ji Ziming, unable to control his inexplicable sadness anymore.
He obviously couldn't remember every detail of their past, but the relationship between mother and son hidden in his heart was like an out-of-control dam.
Ji Ziming smiled slightly, reached out and stroked Luo Feng's head, and said softly, "Go forward, don't be disappointed, don't be sad, your family may be waiting for you somewhere, waiting for you to go home, waiting for you to say I came back."
"Mom, I'm back. I'm Luo Feng. I'm the Ji Wudao in your heart," Luo Feng hissed at the top of his lungs.
He was angry and unwilling, why did he save the people, but the people failed him.
In the end, he got nothing, not even the mother who gave birth to him could remember him.
Ji Ziming trembled, pushed Luo Feng away, and stared at Luo Feng with an angry look.
"Nonsense, you are not my Wudao. My Wudao is not like you. You also lied to me. You are all liars."
Ji Ziming retreated continuously, huddled together in the snow, and began to become crazy.
Sometimes she cried, sometimes she laughed. Sometimes he is a lonely old man, sometimes he is a young girl who maintains her innocence.
She was running around in the snow.
Hundreds of billions of endless years have made her completely crazy, because she still hasn't waited for her child, the laughing boy.
No matter how Luo Feng changes, in Ji Ziming's mind, Luo Feng's impression still remains on the earth.
It stays at the time when Ji Ziming broke into the mysterious realm and the Ji family wanted to take action against Ji Ziming. The young man named Luo Feng sacrificed his life and shouted to Ji Ziming, I don't owe you anything anymore.
"Wudao, my child, when will you come back? My time is running out. Wudao, when will you come back? Hahaha..."
Ji Ziming ran madly towards the opposite mountain and disappeared into the snowy night.
Luo Feng panted heavily, covering his chest and kneeling on the ground in pain. His tears fell on the snow, melting the frost.
"It's painful, right?"
At some point, Li Qingshan appeared on an ice stone behind him, with a cigarette in his mouth, but his facial features were hidden in the darkness.
"It's so painful, so uncomfortable, but I just know that she is my mother. I can't remember what happened to us, but! It's still so uncomfortable."
"Lao Luo, this is every bit of your past, and this is why I would rather you stay at the peak of the true god level for the rest of your life."
"If one day you break through the True God level and reach the Eternal Realm, you will find that the memory you have sealed away is your former self's love for you. That Luo Feng, that man named Ji Wudao does not want to You do it to him, but he asks you to change your way of life."
"What way to survive?" Luo Feng asked sadly.
Li Qingshan was silent for a long time, then slowly blew out the smoke ring, "Be a selfish Luo Feng, be a Luo Feng who lives only for himself, be a brand new Luo Feng."
"The former Luo Feng sacrificed too much, carried too much, and witnessed too much loneliness. He was tired and he didn't want to move on."
"So he chose to use Fengchen's painful memory to bury himself under the abyss of time. And you are his ideal state. You are Luo Feng, but you are not Luo Feng."
"Lao Luo, stop exploring, stop asking, and don't try to uncover that period of life that shouldn't belong to you. Just live like this."
"After all, that memory is an unbearable pain for you. It's only less than one thousandth. If you tear the seal, you won't be happy."
Luo Feng wiped his eyes hard with the back of his hand and looked at Li Qingshan with scarlet eyes, "Then your family is no longer here, but you live so transparently. Are you happy?"
Li Qingshan sighed and looked at the starry sky.
"My parents died of old age in hundreds of billions of years. I watched them go from full of vitality to exhausted in the hospital bed."
"To be honest, Lao Luo, my pain is no less than yours."
"Then why don't you extend their lives? At least with your current strength, you can."
Li Qingshan's eyes were clear, as if he could see all the truth in the world.
"Lao Luo, immortality may not be a kind of happiness. Dying at the end of one's life is the greatest happiness that God has bestowed upon us ordinary humans."
"Look at your mother Ji Ziming. She has lived for hundreds of billions of years, but what has she gained now?"
Luo Feng was speechless, looking at the direction where Ji Ziming disappeared, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
Li Qingshan held his head and continued leisurely, his voice stirring in the lonely wind and snow world.
"Death is a kind of relief, Lao Luo. I am actually tired. If it weren't for you and my uncle, I would have retreated long ago. I don't know how far I can go with you now."
"If one day I suddenly disappear from your side, please don't be surprised. It may be that I can't hold on anymore. I have left you. I miss home and my parents."
"I'm not qualified to be a son."
"When I was a child, I let them worry about it and it would only add to the chaos. When I grew up, they wanted me to inherit the family business and become a nouveau riche developer, but I went to Longhu Mountain to become a little Taoist priest who lives in idle clouds and wild cranes."
"I finally got down from the mountain. They wanted me to marry a wife and have children, but I fought bloody battles and sacrificed my time to the people and the heavens."
"When I have time, they are no longer young. In the end, I can only watch from a distance as their lives fade away and leave me completely."
