White bones turn to ashes, paving the barren hills.
All the mountains are gray.
The wonderful phenomenon of bones turning into ashes was also noticed by everyone who was fighting, but they didn't pay much attention to it.
They just thought that the battle was too fierce and the aftermath of their cultivation shattered the bones that had become fragile after a long period of time.
Zhuge Xiaobai threw away the small shovel and sat down on the yellow and black mixed with gray sand. He sighed slightly.
The bones were strangely turned to ashes, and the barren mountain where they were located was so gloomy that he didn't have much vigilance or suspicion.
Zhuge Xiaobai, what he saw, heard and felt since childhood was beyond that of his peers. What's more, he was in the Zhuge family and as his successor, he knew many secrets that ordinary people never knew.
This ordinary person includes 99% of the monks in the world.
He even knew that even Lu Xiaojin, the junior beloved by the painting saint Lu Zhong, could only be classified as an ordinary person.
Perhaps it was because Lu Zhong cherished the younger generation that he did not tell Lu Xiaojin many past events.
Therefore, although Lu Xiaojin is powerful and domineering, her heart is more kind and simple, as clear as a green lake.
And he, Zhuge Xiaobai, knows Mo, just like his name.
It sounds like a man of letters, but more of a sadness.
He couldn't tell what kind of person he was.
To be mature or immature, to be smart and sometimes not smart at all, to be extremely smart but sometimes to be misled by your smartness.
I want to be free and easy, but most of the time I seem to be pretending to be free and easy.
I want to be a good person, but I always do things unconscionably.
White, knowing ink.
He is so pathetic that he is neither white nor black.
He longs for purity, but knowing too much brings a lot of sorrow.
The young man pretends to be mature, hiding his sadness with laughter.
He missed Xie Chensu who always called him Xiaobai and Dong Ning who always treated him with kindness.
The two of them grew up in Youdu, and most of the things they encountered were ghosts.
They all say that ghosts are pitiful, terrifying, and terrible, but ghosts have never hurt them in the slightest.
Instead, the two of them traveled with sincerity and clear and peaceful hearts, but they encountered evil spirits in their hearts and died tragically in a foreign land.
Zhuge Xiaobai's few friends were just gone.
The chief culprit is Yue Bufan, the self-proclaimed gentleman of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect.
He hates it, but he is even more sad.
Because Yue Bufan calls himself a gentleman, just like Ji Bochang who claims to be invincible at the same level not far away. He is even the same as Zhuge Xiaobai, Lu Xiaojin, and everyone who steps into Daolian's secret realm.
They are all just pawns in the chess game of heaven and earth.
He Zhuge Xiaobai responded to the words of the common people in the mortal world.
Knowing too much may not be a good thing, especially when your abilities are not commensurate with your knowledge.
If you think too far ahead, you will be trapped in the shackles of the times. If you break free, you will be a late bloomer. If you cannot break free, you will lose everyone and live a mediocre life.
He, Zhuge Xiaobai, had heard his old father, the pavilion master, mention this world since he was a child.
The innate secret realm is just a place where the world was broken in the past years.
For example, if Nanhezhou in the Southern Divine Water Territory is destroyed and disappears from the world, but one day in a secret realm, people will still see the remains of Nanhezhou.
Just like the current twenty-two-level Dao Lotus Heaven in the Dao Lotus Secret Realm.
Rather than saying that the twenty-two-layer Dao Lotus is a lotus petal of Dao Lotus, it is better to say that this lotus petal buried this group of people from the Yu clan in the ancient times.
This is a tomb. There was a tomb of the Yu clan back then.
He, Zhuge Xiaobai, knew what had happened, and it was nothing more than a so-called natural disaster.
He also listened to the chats between the Pavilion Master and some giants.
What will come, what will wake up, what will perish, what will spread, what will continue...
He also heard.
Some people use heaven and earth as a furnace to get chestnuts.
Some people plan to make people's wedding clothes for themselves.
Some people could not bear the hardship or temptation and became traitors.
Some people don’t know where they are and who they are, and they are lost in the world.
Some people are clinging to life but vowing not to compromise...
And these people all span a long time.
The enemy of time.
Or, be enemies or allies with the beings behind the world.
