The vast will revived from the sleep, condensed into Mo Yu's body, cold and indifferent.

This is... Huangquan's will!

It will not allow its own sacrificer to escape from control.

boom--

The endless power of the underworld rushed into Mo Yu's body wildly, bringing terrifying oppression.

It must be forced to merge!

The baby's soul screamed more and more shrill, sharp and short, like iron drills.

An unimaginable powerful force erupted from its body, confronting the power of the Yellow Spring.

However, the will of the awakening of the underworld and its power were quickly suppressed.

Mo Yu's body began to become transparent and gradually blended with the Yellow Spring.

The oppression of the outside will and the resistance of the internal infant souls, the two forces overlapped together, as if they activated a certain force.

The black chains sewn between Mo Yu's soul and the baby's residual soul emitted a faint black light, and the place where the two contacted began to merge!

The soul of the dead is black, full of anger, and the soul of Mo Yu is white, and life is full of vitality.

At this moment, black and white blended together, like a drop of thick ink falling into clear water. In an instant, both were pitch black.

Fusion became natural, and almost in the blink of an eye, the baby's soul and Mo Yu's soul were completely integrated.

The remnant soul of the baby, the soul of Mo Yu, the strange corpse... Only when the three are integrated can we form a balance.

This move immediately broke the balance in his body completely.

Mo Yu's body suddenly trembled, and there was an inexplicable will that woke up from every inch of his flesh and blood.

The body that was almost fused with Huangquan then resisted fiercely.

The enemy is a friend.

The infant soul, which fused Mo Yu's soul, directly joined forces with Mo Yu's body, and the power burst out from both sides barely blocked the will of Huangquan.

The situation became stiff for a while.

The baby's remnant soul and Mo Yu's body are unwilling to be merged and completely dissipated, and the will of Huangquan is impossible, so the sacrificer who gave up.

Neither side retreated, and then a fierce confrontation started in Mo Yu's body.

The remnant soul, the body, the power of the yellow spring... all of them are decayed. During the fierce battle, Mo Yu's body became heavier and heavier, gradually forming a ball of black mist covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

Afterwards, the area covered by black fog continues to increase with the passage of time.

One hundred and fifty feet...two hundred feet...three hundred feet...five hundred feet...

...

Thirty-three years later, a mass of dead mist appeared at the bottom of the Yellow Spring.

The thick black is beyond ink, and it is hard to penetrate with the naked eye. Standing on the underworld, you can even see it clearly.

After that, the fog did not change, time passed quietly, and another thirty-three years passed.

The fog of death suddenly began to shrink inward. Although the speed was extremely slow, it was shrinking every moment.

Nine,999 zhang... Nine,998 zhang... Nine,9997 zhang...

Until the third thirty-three years later, the fog of death shrank to only one september.

Such a terrifying amount of dead energy naturally represents the rise of mass, thick fog, deep fog, liquid, liquid... By the time one zhang, all dead energy has turned into crystals... one piece of dead energy is so dark that it seems to be the crystal that can suck people into it.

Then, everything fell into silence again.

If things stop here, Mo Yu will be sealed in the crystal of dead energy and sink to the bottom of the fountain until the world forgets him.

But only one year passed, just when Mo Yu sank into the Yellow Spring for two hundred years, a white dot suddenly grew into the crystallization of death.

It is only the size of a soybean, like a light...

The yin at the end of the catenary is born, and the heavenly way is circulating.

At the end of death, there will be vitality.

At this moment, a ray of vitality was born from Mo Yu's body in the crystal formed by the condensation of infinite death energy.

Life and death are hard tolerant, and they are opposite each other. The emergence of this vitality is like a drop of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan, which immediately arouses a violent reaction.

The infinite death aura erupted like a tsunami, annihilated this vitality in an instant.

The dead energy crystallizes and slowly returns to calm.

Another year, suddenly, a little vitality was born in Mo Yu's body.

The death aura riots and is destroyed in an instant.

In another year, vitality appears.

He struggled for a moment in the endless dead energy and then dissipated.

Year after year, vitality appears.

It shines for two breaths before it disappears.

...

Year by year, year by year.

Every year, on the same day and at the same time, a little vitality is born from Mo Yu's body, but it is quickly destroyed by the dead energy.

But as year passes, this vitality is supporting time is getting longer and longer.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... becomes more and more tenacious and less likely to be destroyed.

Until today, I have been holding on for a quarter of an hour.

Let the death rage, this vitality flashed brightly, but it persisted.

And gradually, it seemed to have a tendency to grow, and the white dots themselves grew bigger.

Correspondingly, the dead energy contained in the crystal is reduced by a little.

...

The growth of vitality and the extinction of death energy are destined to be a long process. Fortunately, as the vitality becomes stronger and stronger, the speed of devouring death energy is also increasing.

The crystallization becomes smaller and smaller, and when it reaches a certain level, it no longer shrinks, but the color continues to fade.

Gradually, a figure appeared in the crystallization.

Click—

A crack suddenly appeared and spread rapidly. The entire crystal suddenly crawled with spider webs. It then shattered and turned into a piece of gray powder, which was washed away by the yellow spring and completely dissipated.

The one who appeared in front of him was a monk in black robe. He was cross-legged at the bottom of the underworld, with a calm expression.

The vast and unimaginable vitality flows through his flesh and blood.

The fingers moved, and the person's closed eyes slowly opened.

There is no terrifying light, there is only warm and restrained, and a calmness.

He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and sighed softly after a long time, "I didn't expect this dream to last for five hundred years... but now, who am I?"

At this moment, there were three memories in his mind.

The first one is a newborn baby with the least picture and blurry picture. I can only remember countless howls and blood, a weak but tightly hugged his warm embrace, a tall but cold figure, and the palm that finally strangled him to death.

There is a sixth finger on his palm.

The second one is a disciple of the Xuanxian Sect who is Han Kun, who lives in a world called Zhenling Continent. From birth, to entry into the sect, to becoming famous... until his death, his body fell into the Burial Immortal River.

Everything is like before your eyes.

The third one, whose name is Mo Yu, is an orphan...

Go deep in hell, above the fountain, and search for the truth.

A hint of confusion appeared on his face, but more of it was the pain coming from his soul, murmured: "Who am I..."

In silence, this person sat cross-legged.

This seat lasted for three months.

His frozen body suddenly looked up, his face faded away, and the black and white were clearly clear in his eyes.

He spoke slowly and completed the question he asked three months ago.

"I'm Mo Yu."

The voice is plain, without a sonorous momentum, but it is as heavy as a rock.

boom--

The underworld suddenly boiled, and countless corpses appeared. Instead of wailing, they recited solemnly.

"I have been born before chaos is born... I am still there... but one day when I wake up... I will have to replace the green sky with the yellow spring..."
Chapter completed!