At this time, Zhao Fan forgot to breathe and stared blankly at the words on the base, the sentence "Fan'er" that traveled through millions of years. It made him feel an unprecedented sense of intimacy.
He imagined that Bai Ling'er's expression was gentle and doting when he left these words.
"Yeah! I listen to you."
Zhao Fan's body seemed to have been summoned from somewhere. He stood up, walked onto the blue crystal base, and then sat down gently.
At the same time, all the blue crystals gathered into the base began to tremble, and the edges were separated, one by one, arranged upwards against Zhao Fan's skin.
The process lasted for hundreds of breaths.
Now, Zhao Fan was as if his whole body was wrapped in a large cocoon made of blue crystals, airtight.
And his consciousness left his body and entered a separate space.
The space was not very big, only a hundred square meters at full count. The four walls and top and bottom were all made of blue crystals.
"where is this?"
Zhao Fan looked left and right in confusion. Just when he saw nothing, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Zhao Fan turned around and saw a smiling woman standing behind him.
She is very good-looking, with big smart eyes, gentle brows and a hint of natural playfulness. She is slightly younger than herself, probably in her twenties.
The strange thing is that Zhao Fan is sure that he has never seen each other before, but at this moment, he feels a warm feeling, as if he is bathing in the sun in the cold winter.
"Fan'er." The woman put down her hand and said with a smile.
"You...are you?" Zhao Fan was stunned on the ground. He had an intuition that this was his mother, but he didn't dare to admit it, fearing that the other party was not her, and what would follow would be a disappointment like falling into an abyss.
"Bai Ling'er."
The woman took the initiative to hold Zhao Fan's hand, and she said softly: "This is what it was like after giving birth to you."
"Mother..." Zhao Fan cried uncontrollably.
"I really want to hug you when I was a child and grow up with you." Bai Ling'er held Zhao Fan's hand with one hand and stroked his hair with the other hand. "It's a pity that I can only grow up in the illusory river of time." , watching you grow silently. Now I am just a trace of lingering thoughts, which will dissipate in an hour."
"An hour?" Zhao Fan's heart seemed to be strangled by a ruthless pliers, as if he was suffocated. This made him cherish this short time even more.
He cried and laughed and asked, "Have you been looking at me since I was a kid?"
"Yes." Bai Ling'er glanced at the ground next to her, and a bench appeared out of thin air. She pulled Zhao Fan to sit down, "You didn't make my mother worry at all. I don't know how many times you made me sweat. .Fortunately, I became a god and ascended to the spiritual realm."
Zhao Fan smiled awkwardly, wiped away his tears and said, "It's all my fault. Be careful next time and not be reckless."
"Silly boy."
Bai Ling'er pinched Zhao Fan's nose and said, "Everything you did for my mother, I saw every scene. You have a son like this, which makes me, my mother, very proud."
After Zhao Fan listened to Bai Ling'er's words, he felt as happy as a primary school student who was praised by his mother when he got 100% in the exam and took the test paper home. Not only that, his consciousness was also in an extremely relaxed state. Then, he said with a smile : "Mom, how about the daughters-in-law I found for you?"
"The taste is as good as your father's." Bai Ling'er blinked, complimenting himself, and then smiled sheepishly.
This made Zhao Fan couldn't help but laugh, and then he corrected him and said: "No, no, no, I don't have as good a sense as dad."
Bai Ling'er blushed and said, "They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I never thought that in the eyes of children, mothers are better than gods. However, you little playboy, you must cherish them and don't let any of them down." In addition, there is also the one who has transformed into seven bodies for you to cope with the calamity..."
Zhao Fan was shocked, "Mom, are you referring to Li Shuangxue?"
"Yes." Bai Ling'er nodded and said mysteriously: "Soon, you will see her."
"Ah? What did you say?" Zhao Fan looked at his mother in disbelief.
Fairy Xiyan, who transformed into seven bodies, had a calamity unique to Xianyue's lineage, which was too difficult.
Before Zhao Fan ascended, he had been paying attention silently, but the hope was extremely slim. He had the intention but was unable to do so, because this calamity cannot be interfered with by humans and can only be allowed to take its course.
After such a long time, Zhao Fan had already ascended to the Yuan Realm, but in his heart, he was always thinking about Fairy Xiyan, who had a domineering personality and never suffered a loss. The only loss she suffered was the last one in the Nine Nether Demon Nest. That time...
Zhao Fan didn't even know how to make up for his debt to her.
Now, Bai Ling'er mentioned Fairy Xiyan. Not only that, he also said that he would meet her soon.
Zhao Fan asked with some anticipation: "Mom, can you tell me more specifically?"
"She is in my cemetery." Bai Ling'er said thoughtfully: "If we follow the original time and space, her seven bodies did not meet each other until she died, and she failed to escape the tribulation. I used my own The laws of time and space reversed the fate of her seven bodies."
"Mother..." Zhao Fan said worriedly: "It is said that even for heaven-level saints who control the laws of time and space, the cost of intervening in future time and space will be extremely high. The longer the span, the greater the cost. This is a million years apart. you……"
"Don't worry." Bai Ling'er said nonchalantly: "I did not intervene directly, and you are not my child in the first life. There is no cause and effect, and you are far away in one of the many lower realms. I was very careful at the time. If there was no If you take control, you won’t interfere.”
Zhao Fan nodded clearly, and then asked curiously: "I have a question, you have been to that time and space, why didn't you interfere with the encounter with dad in the second life?"
"Then there will be no more you." Bai Ling'er rubbed his son's face and said, "But later, I wanted to change the fate of Han Ruyi and your father, but I found that it was not feasible because the other person was a human being. If you are the spokesperson of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, you will be noticed if you make even the slightest move."
Then there will be no more you...
Zhao Fan sighed and said solemnly: "Is there a third life? In other words, is there any hope of resurrecting you?"
"Han Ruyi did an incredible job. There will be no third life." As Bai Ling'er spoke, he changed the topic and said, "However, the person who resurrected me in the second life is the Bai who has truly been connected with your flesh and blood." Ling'er, there is hope."
Zhao Fan's consciousness tightened and he couldn't wait to ask: "What should I do?"
"The true spirit of the soul's origin is in her hands." Bai Ling'er closed her eyes and opened them as if she was sensing something. "It has not been destroyed yet. As for where it is, I can't tell with my residual thoughts." , can only sense the existence of the true spirit."
"In her hands?"
Zhao Fan frowned and said, "So, Han Ruyi is not dead yet, she has a clone."
"Maybe." Bai Ling'er shook her head and smiled: "But it doesn't matter whether I am resurrected or not. Now that you and I meet, you have no regrets, right?"
Just as Zhao Fan was about to nod, he shook his head violently and said, "No, since there is hope for resurrection, I can't give up."
"Even if there is a true spirit, resurrection is extremely difficult." Bai Ling'er said lightly, as if he was struggling with life and death: "Because a true spirit cannot reshape the soul. And my second life is Died in the human world. It does not exist in the reincarnation of the Yuan world."
"So, what you are saying is that on the premise of regaining the true spirit, you must return to the human world before you can be resurrected?" Zhao Fan looked at his mother in confusion.
"yes……"
Bai Ling'er touched Zhao Fan's head and said with a smile: "Why don't I want to? But it's easy to ascend to the lower realm, but it's not something you can do if you have the strength to return from the Yuan realm. The real difficulty is that there is no known ability The way of copying. I don’t know, there are countless lower realms, how can we accurately reach the human realm?”
Zhao Fan was speechless.
This is indeed something that is both unprecedentedly difficult and equivalent to no difficulty. Perhaps, like the ancestor of the first generation, he inexplicably traveled to the human world, and perhaps he will not be able to complete it in his lifetime.
"No matter what, get back the true spirit of your second life first." Zhao Fan tightened his fingers and asked tentatively: "Mom, you passed the law of time and space before, have you seen what happens after now? For example, did I successfully get back the true spirit from Han Ruyi’s clone, and did I return to the human world?”
Bai Ling'er shook her head again and said helplessly: "One million years is my limit. Maybe this is fate. Within the limit, I met my second life, and you."
Because this is the remnant of her first life, she has no proportion in her heart about the love in her second life. It is like watching others fall in love. However, the meaning of a child is completely different.
Bai Ling'er, in the first life, never had any emotion from birth to death.
When she saw the scene of Zhao Fan's birth in the long river of time, her heartstrings were touched, and it was as wonderful as becoming a mother. Later, as Zhao Fan grew up, he was deeply moved by how much he risked his life and death to avenge his mother.
Just like this, Zhao Fan wanted to break every second into countless parts and chat with Bai Ling'er, sentence after sentence, without any waste. After all, there was only one hour, and after that, he might never see her again.
As for the first life or the second life, in Zhao Fan's eyes, there is no difference, they are all the mother herself.
However, time is the most ruthless.
Even if I try to catch it again, it still gradually passes to the end.
One hour, only the last five minutes left.
"Okay, Fan'er, it's time to get down to business." Bai Ling'er looked at Zhao Fan reluctantly, "I left a legacy for you, and it will appear after the incarnation of the residual thoughts dissipates."
"Mom, why don't you say this? I want to talk for a while." Zhao Fan said almost pleadingly.
"Be mature."
Bai Ling'er shook off Zhao Fan's hand and said, "Besides, they are all gifts from me to you."
"In my eyes, every minute, every second or even every moment of your incarnation of regret is the best gift." Zhao Fan insisted.
Bai Ling'er was stunned when she heard this. After a moment, she smiled happily and said: "Well, I really can't do anything to you. In this way, I will first condense the words I want to explain about inheritance into a mark, and you can trigger it later. "
"Um!"
Zhao Fan nodded happily.
The next moment, Bai Ling'er's lips and teeth moved slightly, and a mark slowly condensed on her lips.
In less than ten breaths, it's done.
She placed the mark on her son's palm.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, didn't even look at her. His eyes stayed on Bai Ling'er's face and continued chatting.
In the end, amid the laughter and laughter of the mother and son, Bai Ling'er's residual thoughts completely dissipated.
Zhao Fan subconsciously reached out to hug her, but what he embraced was nothingness.
"Zhen Ling, I will take it back, and Han Ruyi, I will kill her again. If she has other clones, continue to kill her!"
Zhao Fan slowly put down his hands. He was lost for nearly a quarter of an hour before returning to normal. He looked down at the mark between his palms, but he was reluctant to trigger it.
But thinking that resurrecting his mother has nothing to do with strength, but the stronger the strength, the closer he may be to his wish, so he closed his eyes and put his fingertips on the mark from Bai Ling'er...
