Before Su Mo could speak again, the Cangsheng Pen rose into the sky.
The creative power of its body explodes, which is its own spiritual energy that has been condensed for countless years, and also all of its spiritual consciousness!
Buzz!
In an instant, a candle seemed to light up in the pitch-black void...
Candle lights flicker, illuminating reincarnation.
The Cangsheng pen danced in the air, leaving streaks of bronze light in the void.
Where the light is, it seems to outline an arc.
In the darkness, the light of bronze was so dazzling...
Stroke by stroke, painting is difficult and very slow.
Su Mo stared blankly at the outline that appeared under the brush strokes of Cang Sheng, and something cold seemed to slip from the corners of his eyes.
In each stroke, Cang Shengbi's own spiritual consciousness is consumed.
It has never scratched such a heaven-defying thing, and it has never thought about it.
But I didn't expect that painting like this would be so natural...
Stroke by stroke.
Consumption of spiritual consciousness.
Painting of reincarnation......
The more Cang Sheng writes, the slower he becomes, and the more he paints, the more tired he becomes.
But he still persisted in drawing what he imagined in his mind.
Slowly, the virtual painting of a mirror finally took shape.
A mirror that can detect reincarnation!
Cangsheng's pen also seemed to be a little shaky, and his spiritual consciousness was blurred.
It seems to have forgotten a lot of things, but it remembers some things...
What did you forget? I no longer know.
What do you remember?
Remember everything after meeting Su Mo!
Cang Shengbi looked at the shadow of the mirror he had drawn, and seemed to be a little proud in his weakness. "In this world, I am the only one who can draw this mirror."
"This mirror was born in the gap of reincarnation. It can break through reincarnation and also contains the power of reincarnation!"
"At least, it's a sacred weapon..."
"Or, it's a forbidden weapon! And who am I who can draw a forbidden weapon?"
Cangshengbi murmured to himself, as if he had realized something...
"Master Bi, I must be an imperial weapon!"
As expected, it still cares about what Su Mo once said: it is nothing.
Although he knew Su Mo was joking, he kept it in his heart.
Now, it is very happy to be able to prove its excellence!
However...the mirror is not finished yet, there is still one last touch left...
Take shape!
Cangshengbi took a deep breath and looked at the virtual painting in front of him, "This mirror was born from reincarnation. I painted it with my own spiritual consciousness."
"I have to give it a name...or just..." Cang Shengbi seemed to be lost in thought.
"...Reincarnation Mirror!"
It looked at Su Mo with some reluctance.
Su Mo looked at it deeply, looking at each other across the sky, and the fate seemed to have carved this last look on the long river.
Like an ink mark on the snow...
Su Mo opened his mouth, "Cangshengbi..."
Cangshengbi looked at Su Mo with reluctance, "Master, if I meet Xiao Yueyue again, help me give that girl a message..."
The only people in this world that it can't worry about are two people.
A nosy Su Mo...
A little Yueyue who is so innocent that she doesn't even know how to curse...
"She really has no talent for swearing..."
Cangshengbi turned around, gathered all his spiritual consciousness, and poured it into the mirror in front of him!
Painted the final stroke...
Buzz!
The illusory mirror suddenly took shape and was radiant!
The bronze light seemed to illuminate the entire gap in reincarnation, illuminating the entire darkness.
But that Cangsheng pen lost all its light in an instant.
Like a withered lamp that has run out of oil...
The broken pen fell slowly and fell back into Su Mo's arms, lying there quietly.
The mirror was like a stream of light, flying under Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji, turning into a large mirror, slowly holding up their bodies.
Under the bronze light of the mirror, the surrounding pitch-black nothingness evolved into scenes that belonged to the outside of the gap in reincarnation.
This mirror gives birth to ignorant wisdom!
In that ignorant wisdom is the bond between Cang Shengbi and Su Mo.
It's the contract between Cangshengbi and Su Mo...
Born as a forbidden weapon that belongs only to Su Mo!
It carefully protected Su Mo, and the bronze light enveloped Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji. It lifted up Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji's bodies and headed in the direction outside the gap.
Like a withered boat floating in the sea of nothingness.
Staggeringly, he took Su Mo out of the gap of reincarnation.
boom!
As if reincarnation was shattered, the mirror led Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji through the gap in reincarnation and fell out of the void...
...
A mountain peak and an ancient tree.
In front of me is a scene that haunts me.
It’s that thing that you ask for but don’t get...
But Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, and his eyes were just looking at the lost luster of the Cangsheng pen lying quietly.
There is no spiritual consciousness on Cangsheng's pen anymore, it seems to be just an ordinary-looking ink pen.
It was dim and dull, and I could no longer speak.
Su Mo knelt down, holding the penholder of Cangsheng Pen tightly in his hand, looking up to the sky and roaring at the top of his lungs...
"ah......"
Between the vast sky and earth, birds seemed to fly and landed on the treetops in the distance.
He was so startled by this painful cry that he flew up.
Before flying away, it still looked at the man in white clothes and white hair in confusion. It didn't know why he looked like this.
The Samsara Mirror slowly flew in front of Su Mo and rubbed Su Mo's cheek sentimentally.
Seems to want to comfort him...
Xiao Xuanji stood aside, looking at Su Mo with choked eyes, looking at the Cangsheng pen that had lost its spiritual consciousness in Su Mo's hand...
The gentle breeze came and stirred up Su Mo's white hair!
Divine tears dropped and fell on the other side flower in Su Mo's other hand...
There seems to be golden light shining, flowers and leaves falling...
Love is born on the other side, and flowers bloom on the other side.
The power of a love flower blended into the divine pattern on Su Mo's forehead like fate...
Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, just holding the Cangsheng pen.
Looking at that... broken pen that seems to have lost its intelligence long ago.
...
"Interesting, you actually have two fates..."
"I understand. If you lack love, your parents will die early..."
"I'm just a spiritual weapon, what do I want to be free for?"
"Have you ever seen an ownerless spiritual weapon? How is it different from a bereaved dog..."
"Don't worry, I will untie it myself when the time comes. Are you still worried that Mr. Bi will die with you?"
"That's something only an idiot's spiritual weapon can do. Master Bi is a spiritual weapon that has become a spirit. Master Bi cannot do anything to bring about death..."
"You need a hairpin, Master Bi can give it to you as a hairpin..."
"Master Bi will accompany you to guard the gate..."
"Master Bi will accompany you to Mount Sumeru..."
"Master Bi will accompany you to the fairyland to see..."
"Master Bi will accompany you to retrieve the relics buried by the old guy..."
"Su Changsheng, you can never leave Master Bi behind again..."
Qingfeng wondered why the crescent moon on the tree was so cold.
The bright moon in the sky also doesn't know why the breeze in this world is so free and easy.
The moon rises and sets, and the fog rises and clears.
It seemed like this, a few days passed.
But it's still hard to get rid of the pain...
