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Chapter 598 Only One Ten Thousandth of a Brain Cell Left

The ninth level of the Dao Realm.

All realms of the Nine Heavens.

Wonderland Nine Heavens.

Although it has long been guessed that the Dao Realm should also have nine levels.

But Young Master Yang has always been ignorant of this realm.

At this moment, seeing this corpse, his own system actually mentioned the ninth level of Dao Realm, Yang Shao took the opportunity to ask out his doubts.

"System. Is this corpse the ninth level of Dao Realm?"

"Well, the Ninth Level of Dao Realm—the Real One Realm."

"Shinichi?"

Yang Shao repeated the name, thought for a while, and couldn't help but shook his head, expressing his incomprehension.

"Shinichi—the only truth that really exists."

"Heaven and Dao are twofold, Dao is twofold, becoming Tao, cultivating the Tao, the source of the Tao, seeking the truth, and being truly one."

Recalling these realms, Yang Shao felt faintly that he understood something.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he was still at a loss.

After thinking for a long time but failing to grasp the flashing point in his mind, Yang Shao couldn't help being a little confused.

"System, do you have any suggestions?"

Su Luo glanced at Yang Shao unexpectedly, "Then, do you still eat this ninth-level Daoist?"

Young Master Yang shook his head, "The ones in human form, don't eat them."

"In that case, I suggest the host turn around and go back."

"go back?"

Yang Shao was stunned, "Why?"

"If you continue to move forward, the host may encounter some very bad things."

Young Master Yang shook his head, "I've come here, it's impossible to go back.

Not being able to figure out what it was that drew me here, I will never go back in my life. "

Su Luo shook his head, in that case, let him go.

After re-burying the corpse, Young Master Yang continued on.

Enduring the more and more piercing meaning, Young Master Yang walked forward for more than half a year, I don't know how far he walked for half a year, during which Young Master Yang did not encounter another corpse.

It seemed that the corpse at the ninth level of Dao Realm was the last one to reach the line of defense.

Or... the vanguard at the forefront.

Half a year later, he went deep again for a long distance, and the temperature was so low that frost appeared on Yang Shaowan's impenetrable body.

He moved his steps a little bit stiffly, and he couldn't walk a thousand miles. The expression on Young Young Master Yang's face, which was a little numb, couldn't help but froze, and he froze there in a daze.

"System, have you seen it?"

Su Luo sighed, "I see."

"This is fake, isn't it?"

Su Luo shook his head, "Is it true or not, can't the host see it?"

"But...how is this possible."

Yang Shao looked at the figure in front of him with a peerless face, blood-stained clothes, quietly lying on the ice and snow as if asleep, his face was full of disbelief.

"The truth...isn't it right before your eyes?"

"Ke Ke, how is this possible? Her little Miss Wu."

Less than [-] meters in front of Yang Shao, lay a female corpse quietly, with a peerless appearance, quietly like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up.

It's just that Young Master Yang knew clearly from the dead breath coming from her silent body. She had long since lost any vitality, and was just a cold corpse.

This is not the point, the most important thing is that this corpse has the same face as Miss Xiao Wu.

"Little Miss Wu, how could she be here?
Sister Xiaowu was still at the Han family when I left, so how could she appear here. "

Picking up the female corpse, Yang Shao's eyes were scarlet, and he was like a madman.

"Miss Xiaowu, Miss Wu, why did she become like this?"

Even though he didn't want to believe it, the familiar face and the identical aura made Young Master Yang certain that the person in front of him was his Miss Xiao Wu.

"Can't you see it?" Su Luo sighed softly, "She's already here."

Yes, the corpse was already covered with frost, the reason why it was not buried by ice and snow like other corpses, but lay quietly on the ice and snow.

It's just because even if the body is dead, there is still an invisible force separating the ice and snow from her body, making her lie there quietly, waiting for her prince to return.

"But."

Young Master Yang still didn't want to believe it, he had stayed with Miss Xiao Wu at the Han's house for a month when he left.

It is obvious that his little Miss Wu is in the Great Wall connected by the end of the ice and snow behind him, and it is obvious that everything is stable there and the years are quiet.

And why, there is a female corpse that has been lying here for countless millions of years, is just like Miss Xiao Wu, and has exactly the same breath?

"But, your little Miss Wu should be waiting for you to come back at home, but why is she lying here, right?"

Su Luo couldn't help showing a bit of regret on his face.

"Didn't you notice? It's not just your little sister Wu who is lying here."

The expression on his face froze, Young Master Yang froze for a moment, and subconsciously let go of his consciousness, ignoring the icy cold that could even frostbite his consciousness, and glanced around.

However, after searching for a long time, he didn't find anyone besides Xiao Wu.

"On your little dancer's body."

Young Master Yang froze for a moment, his consciousness swept over the female corpse, and finally settled on Miss Xiao Wu's hand.

Gently parting Xiao Wu's tightly held right hand, Young Master Yang saw an extremely tiny grain of matter that did not belong to Xiao Wu's own in the palm of Xiao Wu's palm.

"What is this?"

Su Luo sighed, "Silly boy, this is you."

Yang Shao: "."

"this is me?"

"Yes."

Su Luo nodded, "Poor child, there is only one cell left after being beaten. Oh, only one ten-thousandth of a cell is left."

Yang Shao: "."

"You mean, this is my cell?"

Su Luo asked, "Otherwise?"

"But."

Yang Shao wanted to refute, but the familiar feeling from the thing in Miss Xiaowu's hand made him unable to find words to refute.

If this is your own cell.
"System, you just said that I was beaten to only one ten-thousandth of a cell?"

Su Luo nodded, "That's right, you only have one ten-thousandth of this cell remaining alive, and your little sister Wu should have tried her best to protect your one-tenth of a ten-thousandth of a cell."

Yang Shao: ".So I'm already dead?"

Su Luo nodded, "In theory, that's what it means."

"That"

"You want to ask, if your little sister Wu is dead, and you are so dead that your body has been beaten to the point where only one ten-thousandth of a cell is left, what are you and your little sister Wu?" Where did it come from, right?"

Yang Shao nodded.

"The ninth stage of the Dao Realm—the Real One Realm, which claims to be the only truth that truly exists in the world, how can you, a guy with only one ten-thousandth of a brain cell left, be able to guess the power of this realm. "

Yang Shao: "."

So, if you explain it, explain it, why do you even despise me for this?

"A strong person in the Realm of Reality, even if his body is dead and his soul is gone, as long as there is a ray of remnants overflowing before his consciousness dissipates, it is enough to create a world."

"So. System, you mean that the world I lived in before didn't actually exist at all, but was created by the remnants of my ten-thousandth cell?"

Su Luo shook his head, "The world you lived in did exist once, but it should have been shattered later.

The reason why it seems to still exist in the world is entirely supported by a ray of remnants.

But this remnant is not yours, but "

Before Su Han finished speaking, Young Master Yang already got the answer—"Sister Xiaowu?"

(End of this chapter)