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And all of this was too real. The aching heart, the loss of blood, the freezing body, and the biting cold wind, it didn’t seem like they were in a dream at all.

The world said that the Meteor Abyss was a place where even light could not penetrate, a warning left by the Heavenly Dao to mankind after the Heavenly Tribulation.

Perhaps only those who stood at the top of the world knew what lay below the abyss.

But he found that he still had the consciousness of being alive. It’s just that all the pain in the body can no longer be felt.

His spirit did not dissipate. It remained within his body.

However, he was just like an outsider. He looked at the dark abyss, where wisps of death qi gathered and started to devour his body.

Only then did he know that there really are monsters in this world that were born in the land of evil and devoured flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, the breathless body opened his eyes again.

His pupils were as black as ink, like he was looking at a bottomless pit of stars. There was not a shred of human emotion.

Luo Mingchuan suddenly felt a chill at the bottom of his heart. Instinct told him that he absolutely did not want to see what happened next.

As expected, his body stood up.

Then he opened his mouth and ate the monsters.

He continued to devour it, his indifferent expression turning into one of satiation. It was as if he had been starving for hundreds of thousands of years and finally managed to eat food that suited his heart.

This body was no longer human.

As he walked, more and more monsters gathered around him. Some of them had awoken and were crawling at his feet. After eating his fill he gave the extra energy to the monsters.

There were no days or nights in the Pit of Falling Stars. It was unknown how much time had passed. With a wave of his sleeves, he started a fierce gale. His body flew upwards on the wind, bringing countless monsters with him out of the abyss.

And at the edge of the cliff, there were thousands of demonic cultivators waiting. The setting sun was like blood, dancing in the westerly wind as it reflected the different flags on the palace emblem. Looking at it from a distance, there is no edge.

He stood in front of ten thousand people. The sun and stars were hidden bright, the mountains were hidden, and the twelve palaces of the Devil Dao were all subservient to this.

The crowd kneeled down in turn like a tidal wave and split the grand path for him to pass through. The sound of their voices resonated through the surrounding fields, “We welcome the return of our Lord —”

At this time, Luo Mingchuan finally realized that the scariest thing was not whether his junior apprentice brother didn’t believe him.

It was that he was a devil himself.

Grinding one’s teeth and sucking blood, killing as if one’s life depended on it.

To bring destruction and sin into the world.

Endless despair overwhelmed him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in front of a huge mirror.

His pale face was reflected in the mirror. However, his facial features became sharper, and his expression was arrogant and cold.

The wide sleeves of the long black robe were hung down, complicated golden runes embroidered on them. Just by standing there, one would be able to give birth to an unsightly radiance. It was dark light.

Luo Mingchuan calmed down. He opened his mouth and said, “You are not me.”

The voice of the person in the mirror was deep and low. “How is it not?”

Luo Mingchuan replied, “I am not a demon.”

“Who would believe that?”

“Junior apprentice-brother would.”

The person in the mirror laughed, “He doesn’t believe it, otherwise he wouldn’t want to kill you. Think about it carefully, why did he set up the ‘Red Mystery Heart’s Killing Array’ in the first place?”

“It’s just a misunderstanding. Junior brother was bewitched by others, and his obsession was too deep and he went astray... It was originally my fault.”

“How laughable. Do you think that what you asked by using the Jia Lan Tong Technique is the truth? He shouldn’t have known that you knew the Jia Lan Tong Technique, right? But why isn’t he surprised at all in Xingshan Temple?”

Indeed. He had never told his junior apprentice-brother.

This was because this technique was a bit strange. Even when it came to fighting, he was only using it in a situation the outside world didn’t know. This was the first time he used it in front of his junior, but he was the first to speak, “Nonsense! Jia Lan Tong Technique is the method of your Xing Shan Temple!”

That shouldn’t be.

The person in the mirror started laughing again, his laughter was like a demonic note, “You still don’t know? On the night of the school’s graduation, nothing happened in the first place. If you don’t believe me, I can send you back to see for myself ... It’s just that your junior brother will use an even more powerful method to confuse people, making you think that you’ve let him down.”

This time, Luo Mingchuan also smiled.

He found it ridiculous that his thoughts had been held back by this man’s words. He grasped the Shenzhou Sword in his hand, and in an instant, the spirit altar became much clearer.

When the person in the mirror saw him holding the sword, he didn’t think much of it. “You think you can kill me ...”

Before he could finish his words, Luo Mingchuan had already drawn his sword and pierced through his heart!

Hot blood spurted out!

“How is my junior brother? You have no right to speak of it.”

“Huh— —”

The mirror shattered.

The temple reappeared.

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The more he thought about it, the more Yin Biyue felt like he could barely move, because the world was spinning around, but the next moment he realized that it was not.

It was he who was lifted up horizontally by someone and walked towards the inner palace at the back of the hall.

Along the way, the candle flame fell on the man’s face, revealing a shadow under his thick eyelashes.

The ice-cold temperature seemed to seep into his blood and bones. He was constantly reminded that even if there was a similar face, this person was not his senior brother.

His senior brother’s embrace was very warm. No matter if he was drunk at night or under the blazing sun, it was always like a warm spring sun.

Inside the inner hall, heavy curtains hung down, seemingly lit by a smoker, and a faint cloud of smoke floated in the air.

If this was a dream, it was too real.

At this moment, Yin Biyue was getting more and more terrified.

What if he had died in the temple, and now he was in another world?

A world without senior brothers.

The white jade bed behind the gossamer was cold and hard, but the man’s movements were very gentle. He gently placed the person on top of it, as if he was about to place a fragile treasure.

Even so, he could still feel the resistance from the person in his embrace. Thus, he chuckled softly, “You don’t want to?”

The voice was too familiar, and Yin Biyue raised his eyes suddenly, he slammed into a pair of warm amber eyes.

It was clear and contained, like a tranquil lake.

He couldn’t help but call out, “Brother ...”

As soon as he said that, the smile on that man’s face became strange, and his pupils returned to its original black color. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Senior Brother? Hahahaha, Sect Leader Yin is too interesting.”

He leaned over Yin Biyue’s neck, his tone of voice was tender but full of cruel malice, “Your brother is dead, you killed him yourself.”

“Don’t remember? On the edge of Meteorite Abyss, a sword pierced the heart, so accurate and steady, I admire it.”

Yin Biyue’s eyes widened in shock, “I killed... brother...”

Then he was suddenly reassured that this was not a new world.

Perhaps it was just an illusion from the temple.

The other party is still saying something, but he can’t hear it anymore.

With a thought, the sword left its sheath and fresh blood spurted out.

Finally, he said, “Whether it’s a dream or an illusory magic array, the one who will kill the brother is definitely not me.”

He opened his eyes and saw the rotting beams above his head.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Luo Mingchuan lying on the side, and at the same time, he opened his eyes and looked at him.

After experiencing all the pain and despair from before, looking at each other now was enough to stun a person with joy of having survived a calamity.

When Yin Biyue heard his senior’s groan, he realized what he had done.

Although it was a hug, but due to the height difference, it was more like he suddenly threw himself into Luo Mingchuan’s arms.

It was... so rude!

He hurriedly tried to get up, but failed to do so.

Because this time, Luo Mingchuan did not let go, but hugged him in the same way.

The familiar atmosphere and temperature enveloped him without any explanation.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that perhaps ... His senior apprentice-brother had also experienced some painful things.

He stretched out his hand and lightly patted on his senior brother’s back.

Luo Mingchuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this kind of act of comforting a child. For a moment, he lost all interest. He smiled and patted his own junior brother.

After a while, the two of them quickly became vigilant and got up to look at the whole temple again.

It still looked the same as before. However, they knew that the strangest thing was there was no strangeness.

Thus, the two of them stood at the same spot. They pushed their true essence to the limit, but didn’t take another step forward.

“What did you see earlier, senior apprentice-brother?”

“...It doesn’t matter. Now that I’m awake, I know it’s all fake. Junior brother, no matter what you see, you must believe that we will never deviate from each other.”

A bright red flag suddenly popped up in Yin Biyue’s heart!

Did you make it!

Based on my rich experience as an onlooker, if I don’t explain it clearly now, something big will happen in the future!

How many men and women had been tortured to death with a single misunderstanding?

How many good friends have turned against each other because they feel that there is no need to explain more? !

Tell me, what is the most important thing in a happy life!

That’s right!

talk! Say! speak!

It’s not enough to say important things three times! !

He immediately got serious, “Brother, if we really believe in each other, we should not question each other because of the imaginary illusion, we should speak up. If we exchange news, there will be no misunderstandings in the future.”

Luo Mingchuan looked at the boy’s clear eyes, and he found that the junior was far more transparent and intelligent in this matter.

“You’re right.”

Evading and forgetting are not the best solutions.

So he talked about the illusion he had just now, and the more Yin Bi kept listening, his expression became serious.

At the end, he comforted his junior, “I know clearly that you are not the one who killed me with the sword, so I’m not sad.” However, he groaned for a moment, “But if there is really a monster under Meteor Abyss...”

Yin Biyue understood what he meant.

Neither he nor Luo Mingchuan knew what was under Meteorite Abyss.

Illusions that confuse the mind cannot appear out of thin air, but are a projection of the subconscious of the heart. Perhaps it was something he feared the most.

If there were things that weren’t within the scope of his knowledge, such as the existence of a demon, it was highly likely that this wasn’t an illusion.

It was the projection of his future destiny.

In the future, he would kill Luo Mingchuan?

Impossible.

Yin Bi said more calmly, “Senior Brother, I also saw a person whose face was similar to yours. He said I killed you. But we all know it’s impossible. Furthermore, both of us are not as we appeared in our dreams right now. This means that our fates have probably changed.”

After hearing what Yin Biyue said, Luo Mingchuan felt relieved and was even more at ease. “Yes. If it’s an illusion, then it’s fake. If it’s fate, then let it change.”

The dark cloud was gone, filled with joy.

Just like when he pulled his junior brother down into the abyss at Xing Shan Temple, that fleeting sense of familiarity surged up once again.

Luo Mingchuan’s eyes fell on the Buddha statue that was right in front of him. His pupils became black. Jia Lan’s eye technique was pushed to the limit.

His gaze was formless.

However, at this moment, the Yin Biyue suddenly felt a majestic pressure.

He even felt that if he was the one being watched, his muscles and bones would be in extreme pain.

But the Buddha statue was like dead thing, how could it hurt?

What was shocking was that the decrepit Buddha statue, which had accumulated dust for many years, was actually beginning to change.

The remnants of the golden lacquer rustled down, revealing the original dark brown rock body. From the corner of his eyes to his fingertips, every inch of grey stone on his body shattered.

In the dust, the Buddha statue opened its eyes.

Perhaps it could not be said that he was a Buddha, but a withered monk.

His robes are pale and solemn.