Within Three Inches

Although Underworld Sect has not completely appeared, the Underworld Dao has been reopened, the magical laws have been re-refined, and the Natural Law has been re-established, resulting in the formation of underworld punishment, which shocked the entire Never-Ending Dao Domain. The bottom of the Netherworld River of the dead is different from the turmoil of the Underworld Star, and it is different from the sensation of the outside world…

Here, sadness and madness are permeated.

“Waning Time!”

“Waning Time!!!”

“Waning Time!!!”

In the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign , Wang Baole knelt on the ground where the Master Underworld Earth Child dissipated. He forgot the ebbing of time, and only a single thought.

Make impossible possible, let time reverse, and let the soul of Master reappear.

He doesn’t know how many times he has started Waning Time. His complexion is already pale, and his eyes seem to be bloodshot, until for a long time, Wang Baole’s body trembles, spurt a large mouthful of blood, his body Staggering backwards a few steps, watching him fight it all, in the distortion formed by the years of reversal, there is still no Master’s Soul Shadow.

Wang Baole was silent.

He knows, maybe he knew that some things are not reversible by himself. The Master’s soul dissipates and is connected to the coffin of the remains of the Netherworld Sovereign. This is not the law of Waning Time that can influence and change .

“Little Elder Sister, can you help me…” Wang Baole said in a low voice, bitterly.

“I…can’t do it, Baole, don’t be sad, let’s think about it, is there any other methods.” Wang Yiyi, who hadn’t responded to him for a long time, whispered softly, she felt Wang Baole’s thoughts, but she really can’t do it.

Maybe Flowing Time can.

But… she can feel that her father is no longer in this world.

“Can’t it…” Wang Baole murmured, the sadness in his heart became stronger and permeated his whole body. Until a long time, the distortion formed by the unfolding Waning Time in front of him slowly dissipated. At that time, Wang Baole raises head and looked towards the top.

Although the Netherworld River submerged everything and blocked the line of sight, he seemed to be able to see, outside the Netherworld River, the silhouette of his former Senior Brother. After a long time, Wang Baole silently retracted his gaze.

He understands the Master’s choice, understands the choice of senior brother, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, but the way is different, but he cannot forgive it.

Because…Chen Qingzi can go after own Dao, can go the road of brilliant Underworld Sect, but the price should not be the soul flies away, spirit dispersed of the Master. This… Wang Baole is very clear. Senior Brother was wrong.

Master is also wrong. The wrong is softhearted, the wrong is that he can’t bear to look at his two dísciples, and the wrong is that he wants to use his own death to complete both dísciples.

“I was also wrong, I shouldn’t have come to the Netherworld River.” Wang Baole sat aside tiredly, watching where the Master disappeared, and fell silent, but after a long while, he suddenly raised his head, in the eye At this moment, there are rays of light again.

“There is another way…” Wang Baole raised his right hand, and instantly a vial appeared in his palm.

It is the wishing bottle.

Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole in the eye ignited hope. After taking a deep breath, he held it firmly and spoke softly.

“I make a wish…Master is resurrected!”

The wishing bottle is still cold, and there is no reaction at all. Wang Baole is silent and speaks again for a long time.

“I make a wish… Time to return to before the Master’s soul disperses!”

There is still no transformation in the wishing bottle. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he was silent even more. For a long time, until the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand complicatedly and muttered softly.

“Senior, if it is true that the Master cannot be resurrected, please give me a chance to…paint a Corpse Face for it.”

The wishing bottle is as quiet as ever, and there is still no heat flow that Wang Baole is familiar with. After appearing for a long time, Wang Baole’s heart became more and more bitter, and when he was about to change his wishing attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness, emanating from this wishing bottle, and as if from far away From the unknown place, it echoed in Wang Baole’s mind.

“You, owe me a favor.”

This voice is faint and hard to find. It seems to have fallen into the tomb of Netherworld Sovereign in the world of stele using this wishing bottle as a medium. , And even at the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole’s hand suddenly released heat.

The heat flow of this time, unprecedented, burst into the hands of Wang Baole’s, and amidst the shaking of Wang Baole’s mind, the wishing bottle itself shone with strong rays of light, which enveloped the rays of light. all around, affecting magical laws, changing Natural Law, and gradually converging one after another soul silk from nothingness.

These soul silks have already dissipated, but now they have become possible from impossible. In Wang Baole’s strong ups and downs, finally this one after another soul silk gathered together in front of him and formed …A soul group!

A soul group that does not last forever, it seems that it cannot last for too long.

That is the remnant soul of the Master!

To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the soul of Essence, because there is no Master in this soul group, it is just a soul with the mark of the Master.

In Underworld Sect’s cognition, such a soul needs to follow the guidance of Heavenly Dao to draw Corpse Face, set Fate, lead karma, and finally send it to reincarnation.

But this strand of Master’s remnant soul is a little different. It…is dissipating. Although the strength from the wishing bottle makes this dissipate slowly, it still cannot last for too long after all.

From the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only maintain a time it takes to burn stick of incense at most.

Looking at the soul group, Wang Baole’s eyes were moist, and he gently led the soul group to the front, muttering.

“Master…”

In this mumbling, Wang Baole closed his eyes, and when he quickly opened it, he in the eye with reminiscences, shaking his hands, began For this soul group, lightly outline the face of its afterlife.

I drew the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, and the mouth.

Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, take it seriously.

What he painted is not the afterlife.

He painted this life.

Before he dissipated, he still thought about it, and wanted an undisturbed future for him, a Master who could leave this place.

They met in a big dream, the time of apprenticeship in the dream, goodbye is the soul body, and it becomes the past in an instant…

For a long time, when Wang Baole finished the last painting When he was writing, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul of the Master in front of him, Wang Baole got up and backed up, knelt down toward the soul of closed eyes.

One tap, two taps, three taps… until nine taps.

Thank Shien!

The soul slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually… smiled.

“Goodness.”

In the next moment, the soul body was blurred, as if erased, disappeared in the eye of Wang Baole raise head, he looked at the Master a little bit Disappeared, more tears, and faintly in my mind, the words of the Master when he was parting in his dream came to mind.

“Everything, whatever you want…”

“Just what you want…” Wang Baole murmured, sitting there, tears streaming down.

The silhouette of Little Elder Sister gradually emerged next to him, looking at Wang Baole silently, with distressed expressions in his eyes, lightly approached, sat beside him, raised his hands, and gently pressed Rub it gently on Wang Baole’s head.

“In life, there must be some regrets, which are not something we can change.”

“Baole, you have done a good job, you have tried your best.”

“Did I try my best…” Wang Baole murmured, and the feeling of exhaustion spread throughout his body.

“Well, you tried your best. Go to sleep and rest.” Little Elder Sister spoke softly and put Wang Baole’s head on his lap. When gently kneading, the mouth was still Rumors came out softly.

This song is very gentle, makes people feel warm and safe, and makes people feel peace in their hearts. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the dark winter. In shiver coldly, approaching a stove, gradually enveloped him in warmth.

all around is very quiet, only the songs of Little Elder Sister, softly echoing.

“The wind is blowing gently, the birds are whispering, the baby is not sad, hurry up and sleep…”

“The snow drifts slowly, and the tears quietly fall, Baby is not sad, wake up and smile happily…”