What is real cold?
Is it from the body's response to natural climate changes? Is it a betrayal from warmth? Is it the deep powerlessness that wells up from deep within? Or is it the fall of pride and the trampling of dignity?
After the Oasis Town incident.
In the dream, Lin Xi experienced a lot again.
The lover who had been in love for three lifetimes was betrayed, the children who had been raised with painstaking efforts for many years were cruel and cruel, and the country that repaid their loyalty and blood with blood ruthlessly abandoned them, but the people they protected were easily betrayed by the temptation of weak interests...
Every experience is enough to make people feel heartbroken and feel close to the extreme cold.
But every time, when seeing the blade approaching Chi Chi, Lin Xi chose to pause and bear everything silently, until the changes in the dream took everything away and returned it to nothingness.
Just like the reincarnation of hundreds of generations, the changes of thousands of years.
Lin Xi has experienced too much in this dreamland where emotions, contact, and feelings are real, but the rules are extremely chaotic and disordered.
Even though he, as a demon, is essentially indifferent to 'experience', he will inevitably feel a little tired at this time.
Lin Xi has mastered the Buddhist scriptures used to strengthen the mind and improve mental strength. Perhaps in the future... he may be able to play the role of a true Buddhist master.
After understanding the changes in the nature of Buddha and devil, Lin Xi no longer has the slightest resistance to Buddhist scriptures and Dharma.
Gradually, those exciting experiences began to become sparse.
They can no longer bring any shake or harm to Lin Xi's heart.
Even with the addition of certain emotions in dreams... this is still the case.
Towns, streets, markets, noisy crowds, busy traffic... these are gradually fading away, like bamboo sticks being pulled out of a dream.
Everything has returned to its simplest and most monotonous appearance.
Lin Xi seemed to have come to the end of time.
At random intervals, he seemed to see the fragmentation of civilization, the destruction of everything, the fall of rules, and the dimness of the galaxy.
At this time, he became the only existence.
At this time, all races, constraints, power affiliations, grudges, and interest entanglements... all become meaningless.
He became an 'orphan', an orphan abandoned at the end of time after the destruction of time and space.
No one from the past will be seen before, no one from the future will be seen.
Not seeing the beauty of heaven and earth.
Not seeing the vastness of the stars.
He tried to die, but in this end where everything was shattered, death was a luxury. There were no more 'rules' of death here, and naturally he could not truly obtain the peace that death brought.
He also tried to create, since everything was gone, to create everything.
However, it is the same as death... there is no 'creation' here, so he cannot create any object, let alone life.
He just lived such an empty, lonely, cold and lonely life.
Being able to think and feel the cold... is the biggest pain at this time.
For the first time, Lin Xi began to struggle, trying to wake up from his dream.
He wanted to hold the knife, but around him, there was no shadow of the 'knife', because it was also a creation of civilization.
Civilization has been destroyed. Naturally, in such an environment, the concept of a knife does not exist.
He couldn't even find an object similar in shape to the knife.
"This is a space that is more chaotic than chaos, and an end that is more terrifying than fear. Without any rules or concepts, it is the most extreme terror here, the most irresistible cold. This is the real... extreme cold in dreams !" Such thoughts echoed repeatedly in Lin Xi's mind.
In this absolute isolation, he could only remind himself repeatedly that this was just a dream.
And he was just pressed into bed by a ghost, unable to break free from the dream.
Just like that, I don’t know how long it took.
In the dream, Lin Xi's face was already wrinkled and his temples were gray.
In the dream, he would never grow old or die.
However, the heart continues to grow old under this extreme coldness, and dreams originate from the heart.
As the mind ages, the face shown in the dream also ages.
Suddenly, a ray of light penetrated the north and south, rising and falling in the broken void, bringing a slight change to this lonely and bitter dream.
Lin Xi looked at the light and suddenly realized...
He held out his palm.
The palm, which was originally like the roots of an old tree, went from trembling to vigorous and powerful, as if it had gone through a long wait.
He reached for the light as if he were grabbing a knife.
The Dream Cold Sword...it is not the power that brings coldness.
But the power to break the cold.
Just like the shadow of the knife that Lin Xi saw every time when he experienced the bone-chilling cold.
They are all ways out, liberation.
In a daze, Lin Xi grasped the light.
The next moment, a wait that was deeper than chaos and longer than time, ended in the blink of an eye.
Lin Xi suddenly woke up from his dream.
He looked at his palm.
There was an elongated palm line in his palm.
It looks more like a knife mark.
It seems that with only a slight exertion, a knife will cut through the chaos and time, and break out of the body... rushing towards all the coldness and confusion.
"Power!" Lin Xi clenched his fist.
For the first time... he felt the power so thoroughly and clearly.
In the past, every time Lin Xi became powerful, it felt illusory to him.
Because the so-called power achieved in his physical body in the material world may be illusory to him.
As a demon, he often felt helpless because he did not have the protection of his own body.
The power flowing in the body of the demon is also like rootless duckweed.
But now... it's different.
He held a knife.
A knife named 'Menghan'.
This knife shuttles between illusion and reality, throughout the beginning and end of time. It exists in the most empty and hopeless dreams, but it can cut through the most extreme cold despair in this world.
It is not only a sword, but also a mind and a law.
It is not a rule, but it goes beyond the rules.
When he held it, he felt confident in his heart... Even the most powerful existence in this world could not make him fall into freezing despair.
In the Ye Lun Immortal Realm, Meng Xinghe also looked at his palm.
In his palm, there are the same palm prints.
The Menghan Sword, which spans time and space, can appear in different split individuals of the same creature at the same time. This is a very common ability.
"The Menghan Dao I master... seems to be different from the Menghan Dao obtained by those who have mastered the Menghan Dao before." Lin Xi recalled Lao Meng and the mayor's introduction to the Menghan Dao, with a look in his eyes. In the middle, there is a strange light shining.
In the description of Lao Meng and the mayor.
All those who draw the Menghan Sword are actually just the scabbards of the Menghan Sword.
Before wielding that knife, they had to endure the coldness that pierced their hearts and the pain of being cut into pieces by thousands of knives.
Until the sword was swung out, all the power was poured out.
Lin Xi's feelings were completely different.
"Is it because I went to the deepest part of the dreamland and felt the true extreme cold, so I obtained the complete inheritance of the Dream Cold Sword?" Lin Xi frowned.
Although this analysis seems correct.
But he always felt that it wasn't just that simple.
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