My practice narration is weird

The earth was torn apart, and the world was burned.

Thunder roared, and lightning turned into a storm like waves.

Above the sky were not dark clouds, but strange lights gathered together, and the haze stretched for thousands of miles, with no end in sight, as if the end of the world had come.

In the thunder, there was a red light flying at high speed, as if it wanted to escape from this dangerous situation.

But no matter how far it flew or how fast it flew, the scenery around it seemed to have not changed.

It was just that the thunder turned into lava erupting like waves, and meteors and gravel fell like rain.

The eyeball was panicking now.

From time to time, thunder struck it, directly hitting it and rolling its eyes, twitching constantly.

It wanted to roar loudly, but it was just an eyeball after all.

At this moment, it could only anxiously send a message to Ye Wuyou, and send its thoughts in its heart.

"Save me, save me, save me..."

The remaining soul of Ye Wuyou quietly looked at everything around him.

This time... passed without any vitality.

The past that he returned to seemed a bit far away.

The eyeball was hit by a thunderbolt again. He rolled his eyes and fainted. He fell down and fell into the boiling magma. He jumped out again with a roar. As soon as he appeared, he was hit by a meteorite falling from the sky.

The corrosive acid rain continued to fall, falling on the burned land and on the eyeball.

The eyeball was numb.

The eyes were full of empty silence at this moment, and the acid rain seemed to turn into tears at this moment.

Ye Wuyou could roughly feel the emotion of the eyeball at this moment.

But if the eyeball could speak, it should be crying for its parents now.

But...

It is indeed weird, or it is the road to rebirth.

The same existence as the narrator and the little monk.

Immortality is the characteristic of the eyeball.

When passing through the "vortex", Ye Wuyou clearly witnessed that the eyeball was torn by that force and almost turned into minced meat.

But the eyeball survived.

Now every thunderbolt in this world is not inferior to the Nine Realms Divine Power, and every magma is comparable to [Burning Heaven], but even so, the eyeball is still unharmed.

Even if the eyeball is completely crushed, it can reappear in another place in this world.

Moreover, the eyeball today is not the weak thing it used to be.

Perhaps it was numbed by the thunderbolt, and a dark blue figure appeared on the eyeball, with the luster of [No Lower Limit].

The ability of the eyeball is slightly similar to [Copy], but it is very different.

[Copy] can copy all strange abilities.

The eyeball can only seek and borrow other strange abilities.

Although it is a bit inappropriate, it can be attributed to [Borrowing]

And the strange power that Ye Wuyou possesses naturally has a share of the eyeball.

In addition, the eyeball is the ‘Great Dao’ that Ye Wuyou has integrated into his body, and it is the sustenance of Ye Wuyou’s life practice.

In other words, this is an eyeball of the eighth realm, but now it seems that it is not very good at using this power, and it cannot fully exert it.

But in this case, Ye Wuyou is relieved.

The half of his soul that he has now separated is living in the eyeball. After such twists and turns, it has gradually weakened.

Now, let alone using power, even speaking feels difficult.

It can't last much longer.

At this moment, the eyeball seems to have gotten used to the baptism of thunder all around, and has also discovered that it is not a useless waste, and the mood seems to be happy again.

"Master, master, what should I do now..."

Ye Wuyou handed the last order to the eyeball.

"Go down... find her and wake me up."

Then Ye Wuyou sealed himself and fell into a deep sleep.

This last bit of consciousness cannot be wasted here.

As long as the eyeball is alive, one day, it will find Lu Caiwei...

Then, bring all his cultivation to Lu Caiwei.

…

The scarlet eyeball floated aimlessly in the world.

Time passed for a long, long time.

It had no concept of time.

Nor did it have the concept of death.

The world seemed to be calmer. Although there were still thunderstorms, they were no longer everywhere and had no place to stay like before.

Snap.

A purple lightning fell on the eyeball.

But unlike before, the eyeball now seemed to have gotten used to it. Even if the lightning was wandering around, it did not move at all.

The eyeball just glanced up casually, then slowly floated to a pit full of magma, and fell down little by little.

The eyeball floated in the magma, rising and falling with a few bubbles, and its eyes were happy and contented.

Over the years, it did nothing.

Of course, it was just an eyeball and could not do anything.

If the owner ignored it, it would not die.

The eyeball would do whatever it felt comfortable with. I would sleep when the house was on fire, when life was in chaos, when disaster was imminent, and at worst, I would sleep.

It lay in the magma, as if it was in the most comfortable bubble bath in the world, and closed its eyes deeply.

But it didn't take long.

A strong shock woke up the eyeball, and it opened its eyes, only to find that the 'magma' it was bathing in was shrinking, and the depressions and cracks on the ground were closing little by little.

The eyeball was stunned and rushed out quickly, but unlike the timidity in the past, there was a little anger in its eyes at this moment.

Of course, there was a reason for the anger of the eyeball.

First, it was because I was disturbed from my deep sleep, and I was naturally very unhappy.

Second, it was because... since there was no one around, I was naturally fearless and no longer timid.

But then, the eyeball trembled slightly and froze in place.

Subconsciously, the eyeball immediately let the [Ghost] wrap its whole body.

Ye Wuyou was no longer there, as if it could only feel safe when it was in the [Ghost].

This was an extremely correct choice.

The eyeball under [Hidden] looked up at the distant sky, and even though it was separated by countless distances, it could see it very clearly.

It was an illusory and hazy light and shadow.

The appearance of the light and shadow was indescribable, invisible and shapeless, and did not belong to any "creature" that the eyeball had seen.

But the eyeball felt the breath of "life" on the other party.

And in addition to this, there was an unmatched feeling.

The light and shadow kept changing, without a fixed shape, but the eyeball could still recognize that the light and shadow seemed to be doing something.

As the light and shadow moved, the thunderclouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the countless boiling lava on the ground also gradually decreased at this moment, the torn earth slowly closed, and the acid rain in the air also became a little clearer at this moment, falling on the ground, gradually gathering into small streams, filling one pit after another of different sizes.

This process lasted for many years.

Until the haze all over the sky gradually dissipated.

A ray of sunlight that the eyeball had not seen for a long time appeared.

The originally gray and dead world was like a splash-ink oil painting at this moment, and it changed its color and appearance again at this moment.

However, it was still dead and lifeless.

The eyeball still stayed in the same place, carefully hiding, but always staring at all this with wide eyes.

Looking at all the actions of the light and shadow in the distant sky, watching the light and shadow on it dim little by little, and finally disappearing from sight, then, it was relieved.

Damn it.

The eyeball felt that the breath of the light and shadow was somewhat similar to it, like a "same origin" existence.

It felt that the ‘light and shadow’ was the same as it, and it was also the road to new life.

But the gap between the two was like heaven and earth.

Like an adult man and a young child.

At least Yanzhu couldn’t change the world.

Trembling and fear appeared in his eyes.

Yanzhu was timid and afraid of things. Now that Ye Wuyou was not here, and there were no other people in the world in recent years, he became a little braver.

Now that he met such a being that seemed to be the same, Yanzhu didn’t feel happy at all, but became more and more afraid.

If the light and shadow were other beings, Yanzhu might not be so afraid, but it was the same.

In the desolate and dead world, there was no life at all, only one kind that was far stronger than himself.

This was the most terrifying thing.

Fear appeared in Yanzhu’s eyes, and in an instant he returned to his previous cautious appearance.

It carefully hid in the cracks of the stone, and dared not appear in the world to wander around again.

But even if it closed its eyes tightly, it wanted to escape all this by sleeping.

But the light and shadow that appeared in the sky kept appearing in his eyes.

The actions that changed the world were deeply engraved in his eyes, and he could not forget them, let alone let them go.

I don’t know how long it took.

The eyeball finally jumped out of the cracks in the stone. Although there was still fear and terror in his eyes, he was more determined.

He still remembered that when his master faced the strange guy called the narrator, the dog had mocked him in front of Ye Wuyou.

"With it? A weak new avenue? Even the stupid monk who took thousands of years to breed is still young in my eyes. Although your eyeball is strange, if it has not been accumulated for tens of thousands of years, I really don’t take it seriously."

The eyeball remembered this very well.

The eyeball is wise.

It will be unhappy if it is scolded.

Isn’t it just that you have lived longer than me?

Isn’t it just tens of thousands of years of accumulation?

The scarlet eyeball looked at the blue sky at this moment, shouting silently in his heart.

"I, I can do that too!" (End of this chapter)