Tian Yuan

Chapter 2179 Photographs, the Past

The entrance to the unique space was blocked by chains formed by countless mysterious patterns.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan had a solution and broke these mysterious chains in one go.

The passage opened, and it was as dark as an abyss.

Chen Qingyuan did not hesitate and urged this strand of consciousness to go deeper into it.

There is a universe inside, as if you are standing on the top of the clouds, surrounded by fairy mist and intertwined with thousands of rays of light.

Every location in this unique space bears traces of the vicissitudes of time.

The thin lines of life that resemble ripples on water stretch endlessly and are countless.

From time to time, wonderful sounds can be heard, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

After walking a distance, Chen Qingyuan was already enveloped by clouds and mist.

A soft and warm aura lingered throughout the space, with no murderous intent revealed.

wow——

With the arrival of Chen Qingyuan, the ancient ban that had been silent for countless years was stirred.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and countless strands of life lines exploded like fireworks, blooming with colorful and brilliant soft light.

Immediately afterwards, billions of soft lights splashed out and gathered at one place, forming a blurry picture.

There is a solitary mountain in the picture.

In the vast earth, there is only this mountain that rises into the clouds. Standing on the top, you can overlook the world.

On the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, stood proudly a middle-aged man in a purple cloak.

This person is Zhong Linyuan.

Before he passed away, he recorded a video. As long as the Life String Beads were not destroyed, this video would remain, and would not fade away with the passage of time.

Zhong Linyuan is tall and thin, and more than half of his hair has turned snow-white due to the passage of time.

He looked into the distance with his back to Chen Qingyuan. His figure alone was filled with a heart-wrenching melancholy and loneliness.

Chen Qingyuan took another small step forward, as if he had entered this unique historical picture scroll. He was in the same space as Zhong Linyuan and was also standing on the top of the mountain.

The restriction was awakened, and Zhong Linyuan no longer had his back to everyone. He took light steps and slowly turned around.

At the top, Chen Qingyuan and Zhong Linyuan's eyes met.

In an instant, the void solidified and time stood still.

The past and present time and space intersect here, like an illusory dream.

Chen Qingyuan was wearing white clothes and Zhong Linyuan was wearing purple clothes. They were ten feet apart and looked into each other's eyes.

Zhong Linyuan's features were blurry, making it difficult to discern his exact appearance. This might be because traces of his life had been erased by the laws of the Great Dao, or perhaps he had done it intentionally.

These words and actions were all left by Zhong Linyuan before his death: "Sit."

As soon as he finished speaking, a round stone table and two stone benches appeared on the top of the peak. They were all transformed by the rules of fate patterns and exuded a strong ancient atmosphere.

After staring deeply at Zhong Linyuan, Chen Qingyuan's face showed no significant emotional fluctuations. After thinking for a while, he walked straight to the stone table and sat upright on the stone bench.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Linyuan was sitting in front of Chen Qingyuan, sizing up his heir with a pair of deep, ancient eyes. However, this was only a snapshot of his life, and he couldn't see the future at all.

"Zhong Linyuan, my name."

Zhong Linyuan introduced himself briefly in a flat tone with a hoarse voice, like a dry breeze passing through the thick desert, stirring up countless sands.

"Junior, Chen Qingyuan."

Even though this was just a fragment of a photo, Chen Qingyuan maintained the most basic courtesy and bowed.

"I was born into a poor peasant family. Although our life was hard, it was relatively stable. Until one day, everything changed."

"That year, I was thirteen years old. That morning, I went to the market as usual to sell firewood. When I returned home in the middle of the night, the village was littered with corpses, and the soil was soaked with blood..."

"It's said that a newly awakened wolf demon from nearby broke in and killed more than half of the villagers."

"My parents...are dead."

"I dug a hole and built a small mound for my parents."

"Later, I left the small village and went to the town to learn art from a master."

"..."

Zhong Linyuan recounted his experiences from his youth in a calm voice, without any emotional change, as if he was talking about another person.

After reaching the peak, looking back on the past, it is difficult to create a ripple in the heart of Tao that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

His journey to seek the truth was not smooth, and he suffered a lot of bullying. He had to bear the bitterness and pain alone, and use time to heal his wounds.

He was not too unlucky. After many twists and turns, he met a kind-hearted practitioner in the Xiantian realm, who gave him an entry-level cultivation method. From then on, the gears of fate began to turn.

Many years later, Zhong Linyuan gained a certain amount of strength and returned to the small mountain village. He killed the wolf demon and paid tribute to his parents and the villagers who died tragically that year.

Then, his behavior was exposed and he was hunted down by the wolf tribe.

The death of a wolf demon who had just awakened to intelligence was not a big deal. The key point was that the matter was widely publicized by some people with ulterior motives, which slapped the face of the wolf clan, so naturally they had to take some action.

While escaping, he practiced hard.

Under such oppression, Zhong Linyuan was not crushed, but instead he reached the top step by step and killed all his enemies without leaving a single one alive.

“I failed again this time.”

After talking about his experiences in his youth, Zhong Linyuan changed the subject and his tone of voice was no longer flat, with obvious emotional ups and downs.

"After I die, I'm afraid the human race... Alas!"

Zhong Linyuan has already foreseen the difficulties that the human race will face in the future. He feels sorry for them, but he cannot change the direction of the general trend.

At most, before he passed away, he would use up the last bit of vitality in his body and kill the top strong men from each major tribe to relieve some pressure on the human race.

The key is the pressure of the Dao's rules, which will judge the human race. This calamity cannot be avoided.

"With your presence here, the human race's situation should have taken a turn for the better."

Countless years ago, when Zhong Linyuan was still alive, he said these words to the empty area in front of him.

These words, spanning a long time, fell into Chen Qingyuan's ears, and he remembered every word he heard in his heart.

If you want the Life String Pearl to recognize you as its master, the first condition is that you must be a human.

Only people of the same ethnic group can understand the hardships that the ethnic group has gone through.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

No matter how amazing a genius emerges from another race, the Life String Bead will not be able to give the slightest reaction.

Therefore, when the Life String Pearl saw Chen Qingyuan and Chu Mo, it did not detect the breath of human blood on Chu Mo, and directly excluded it. There was no chance at all.

To put it another way, even if Chu Mo obtained the Life String Bead, it would be a useless artifact with dormant intelligence that would never awaken.

"You inherited the Life String Pearl, so I should leave something for you."

"I hope you can free humanity from its cage and allow them to live with dignity."

“I hope my experience of failure can inspire you and help you on your journey to the top.”

After saying this, Zhong Linyuan slowly stood up.