"Falling into hell! Luo Dixing!"

At the exit of the three words, the Rakshasa Star Lord only felt a black hole cracking under his feet. The cheering crowd in front of him, the grim new king, all of this was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was falling at an astonishing speed. Soon, the whole world was left with only darkness.

...

The Lord of Rakshasa didn't know how long he had fallen.

He was like a drowning person, but the sea water wrapped around him was replaced with a black void.

Open your mouth and strings of bubbles floated out of your mouth. They rose and burst. Each string of bubbles reflected a failed self.

I don’t know how many times I lost consciousness. My mind was in chaos. There seemed to be a ray of light above, swaying in, but it could not penetrate the sticky curtain.

...

The last sentence was echoed in my mind.

"Falling into hell! Luo Dixing!"

...

Luo Dixing…?

How long has it been since no one called me like this...?

Who am I? Who is me again?

A sharp pain in the brain, and the temples were beating. Amid several desperate screams, memory finally came to a bright light.

I remembered it.

——I am Luo Dixing.

——I have never been Rakshasa Star Lord.

——I have never been the ruler of the spiritual continent.

Really, he lives in a small country called Yixiguo. He is an elite disciple of the Poyue Sect. He lives a life of watching the sky every day, but he still enjoys it.

His real strength is only five stages of gathering Qi, and even a strong man in the Tongtian Realm can crush him to death with just one finger. Not to mention a group of bodyguards in the Nirvana Realm.

After Luo Dixing finally remembered his true identity, different scenes gradually emerged in the thick darkness.

This is a desolate small village. He recognized this place, which was where he was born and raised. It was also here that he was praised as a genius and was sent to the Poyue School to learn art as the glory of the whole village.

Everything is so familiar, but everything is so strange.

This is a very strange experience. He could clearly see everything around him and clearly feel that he was in it. However, he could always feel a strong sense of alienation, as if he was isolated in the center of a black hole.

For example, it is like a stage with dark sides, with only the moment when the only beam of light hits the protagonist. His situation is the opposite. The area he is in is in the shadow, and the sound, light, and laughter of the outside world seem to exist in another different world.

A group of children ran towards him. He recognized them. These people used to be his younger brothers, and they flattered him after they grew up. Because he was the strongest and because he was a genius.

"Look, it's Luo Dixing!"

"He's just a waste, let's not play with him!"

"Beat him! Beat him!"

Stones were thrown at him. Those contemptuous eyes were exactly the same as those of the people in the dream.

"Why is this happening?" Luo Dixing let the stones hit him. Although he couldn't feel the pain, the world he built in his heart gradually collapsed.

"Aren't I a genius? Why am I the waste in their mouths? Is this real happening, or is it my fantasy?"

Everything around him gradually became hazy, and now he was standing in the hall of the Poyue Sect.

"I announce that I will grant Xu Hongxin the title of elite disciple!" Standing in front of me was the head of the Poyue Sect, his master Shi Qingyi. Now she was handing a carved token in the hands of a young man in brocade clothes with a smile on her face.

"Wow, Senior Brother Xu Hongxin, you are so awesome! Sign me a name!" After the ceremony, a group of disciples from the Poyue Sect rushed over like a tide, rushing to get close to the new elite disciple Xu Hongxin.

"...Why is this happening? I am an elite disciple! Everyone should be cursing to me! What the hell is Xu Hongxin who suddenly appeared?" Luo Dixing's memory began to be confused again. Seeing a disciple running by the side, it was the past chasing behind him. "Senior Brother Luo" and "Senior Brother Luo" called happily Fu Mosheng, he grabbed it and asked, "You..."

Fu Mosheng's eyes appeared in his eyes that he had never seen before. He suddenly threw him away, as if he would get some dirty things when touched. He shouted: "Get out, you're just a waste!"

...

"Master! Why is the elite disciple him? Then what about me? What am I?"

The head of the Poyue Sect glanced at him coldly, and opened his thin lips lightly, but every sentence was poisonous.

"You are worthy to ask me for elite disciples? Why are you?"

"—You're just a waste!"

The word "waste" that appeared again from the master's mouth was like two sudden mountains, instantly dazed Luo Dixing. When he came to his senses, the scenery in front of him changed again at some point.

This seems to be the arena for the competition of the seven major sects.

Xu Wuji looked at everyone with a high profile: "I announce that I will expel Luo Dixing from the Dingtian Mountains from now on. All the seven major sects are prohibited from taking in this person, otherwise, they will be enemies with the deity."

"—I will settle in the Tianshan Mountains and will not raise waste."

"I'm not a waste! Let me prove myself!..."

...

"You are just a waste, you are not worthy of fighting with me." Mo Liangcheng passed by him on the ring.

"Mo Liangcheng! You and I have known each other for a long time, you should know very well what kind of person I am! Do you really think that I am just a waste?" Luo Dixing held Mo Liangcheng's shoulder with both hands, and in a daze, it seemed that he had regarded him as the last straw to save his life.

"…Hmph. You are worthless in my eyes."

The thumbs up were raised and he turned down hard in a blink of an eye. Mo Liangcheng declared his contempt for him in front of everyone.

...

The scenery blurred again. This time, everything returned to the original darkness.

"I'm not a waste! I'm not! Even if everyone doesn't believe me, I will definitely prove it to you! I'm an elite disciple! I'm the strongest!" Luo Dixing held his head with both hands and shouted with hiss, as if it was the last proof left to him.

The darkness in front of him suddenly fluctuated like water mist, and a thin figure came out of it.

"You...who are you..." Luo Dixing stared at the figure that suddenly appeared. This was a boy who looked similar to his age, but he was dressed in rags and looked decadent. There were two big dark circles under his eye sockets, and he seemed to have been under oppression for countless years.

"I am Luo Dixing." The young man replied.

"No... impossible! If you are Luo Dixing, who am I?" At this moment, Luo Dixing was really completely confused.

The boy looked at him, and a strange compassion flashed in his eyes: "I am you, you are me, you are one."

"I...I don't...I believe..." Luo Dixing's pupils gradually lost their focus. He finally recognized that what the boy had was indeed a face exactly the same as him. However, that face looked so haggard.

"It seems you noticed it, too?"

The boy smiled sadly, "Faced with reality. In fact, we have always been a waste, and we are only worthy of living a life like a salted fish. But in this endless self-pity, I made up an image of you in my mind. I longed to be a strong man, I longed to be respected by everyone, I was too immersed in the play and gradually regarded fantasy as reality, so I had you. But in fact, all of this did not exist!"

"You...what did you say?" Luo Dixing felt cold sweat on his forehead, "It was you who made up all this? All my glory is just your fantasy? They are all fake? Am I not a genius? I am not an elite disciple of the Poyue Sect? Even... I am not a real person at all?"

The boy shook his head and nodded again: "Yes, you, or me, are just a waste."

In Luo Dixing's mind, the only string of resistance finally broke.

It turns out that all this is fake.

What I think is the truth is just a dream. And what I think is the only reality.

I'm just a waste.

Then... just be a waste with peace of mind.

Luo Dixing's eyes closed slightly, and his whole body leaned back. He floated in this dark space like a corpse, and was still falling.

His spirit was closed. From this moment on, he was about to fall into a long sleep.

Until the soul is exhausted.

In another world parallel to this space, it seems much more peaceful.

Moliang City passes through the long corridors, and the pavilions and pavilions in the garden reflect a leisurely area.

The lotus flowers in the pond are beautiful and dripping, and the breeze brings the fragrance of summer. A few wandering birds circling in the low altitude, sometimes staying on his shoulders. The warm sun gently caresses the tips of his hair, and fresh dew rolls on the grass stems beside the road. All of this is so poetic and picturesque, like every peaceful morning.

However, Mo Liangcheng was in a hurry. In his eyes, there was a layer of thick shade that seemed to be the fragrance of flowers and birds that could not be worn. He walked across the small bridge, turned out of the flower garden, stopped in front of a magnificent wing room, knocked gently, and walked into the room until a majestic "Come in" came from the room.

"Father, I'm back." Mo Liangcheng said, untiing his luggage from his shoulders and gently putting it at his feet.

Sitting upright on the main seat was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and kind-hearted eyebrows. He was the owner of the Mo Mansion, Mo Chongshan, the father of Mo Liangcheng. At this time, he was holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and the rising heat made his face look faintly visible.

He turned over the lid of the pot, pulled the tea leaves floating on the water, put it to his lips and took a sip, and then replied with a smile: "Well. Over the years, you have been diligent in the Fentian School and performed outstandingly. Mr. Xu Wuji often wrote letters to praise you. I heard that this time, the first time you participated in the seven major sect competition, you won a championship and came back, surpassing your peers. My father is proud of you!"

"Thank you, my father for the praise."

Mo Liangcheng responded lukewarmly and gave a slight salute. When he got up, he picked up his luggage again and said lightly: "The child is exhausted all the way, and he is very tired now and wants to go back to his room to rest. If the father has nothing else, please forgive me for taking the leave first."

As we walked just now, Mo Liangcheng's brows never stretched.

Although he was still familiar with Mo Mansion in front of him, every grass and every tree remained as he did when he left, he couldn't remember when he would come back. The memories of his childhood are still vivid in his mind, but when it comes to the cultivation of the Fentian Sect, especially after the competition of the seven major sects, his impression became very blurred, as if he was separated by a layer of water curtain, and he could not touch the essence.

For example, it is like a person who just woke up, recalling the fragments of his previous sleep, he could only see sporadic scenes flashing, but could not connect them into a clear straight line. This means that there was a fault in his memory. What's more terrifying is that he had no idea about the reasons for all this.

Moreover, from the moment he stepped into the courtyard, the world had always given him a very strange feeling. Although it could not be expressed in words, he just felt that something was wrong.

What must be said may be that it lacks the "reality", as if he is wandering in a state that is not a dream. Although he has pinched himself many times in secret, the clear stinging feeling still cannot dispel the strangeness in his heart.

Although Mo Liangcheng always looks heartless, he has been observing everything around him calmly. At the same time, he has a natural intuition of being sensitive to disaster. Even though he can't find obvious flaws now, it is better to keep some distance for people in this world, even if the other party has the same face as his father.

Mo Chongshan didn't realize his son's abnormality at all, laughed and nodded, "Yes, you should be tired after rushing so far. It's because your father is not considering it well! Well, you should go back to the room and have a good sleep and get up early in the evening. Dad wants to prepare a table of good dishes to welcome you and Gucheng!"

This was a common word between father and son, but when Mo Liangcheng heard it, he was shocked. The luggage he had just picked up dropped off his hand and hit the ground hard. Amid Mo Chongshan's heartache complaint, Mo Liangcheng could not feel the pain at all, and asked anxiously: "Dad, what did you say? Brother... is coming back today? Is he willing to come back?!"

Mo Chongshan's expression seemed to say something unusual: "What are you talking about? Didn't Gucheng live with us all the time? It's just that recently he had just left a far-distance gate in order to perform tasks within the sect and agreed to come back today. This happened to be the case that both of you brothers arrived on the same day.

By the way, Gucheng said before that he would bring you a gift when he came back. Even if his father asked him what he was, he insisted on keeping it confidential. This child is determined to give you a surprise!"
Chapter completed!