Never seen it before, never thought about it, but the name burst out from my mind.

Although there is no legend about Ksitigarbha in this world, Xia Yan has finally merged the memories of the two God-selected Ones, and he knows it very clearly.

Ksitigarbha.

He is a powerful Buddhist.

Sitting upright in the Yellow Spring Blood River, relieving the dead souls, and making great ambitions - Hell will not be empty, and you will not become a Buddha.

Such ambition is admirable.

But the image of Di Ksitigarbha in the memory of the two Gods was very different from the image of the Nightmare Di Ksitigarbha behind him.

It can be said that the former is the light in the darkness, and the mercy of saving people.

The latter is the extreme darkness in the darkness, and the sound of the Sanskrit that should be merciful is presented with a completely opposite taste, full of evil.

And Yama is the same.

Yama.

There are ten palaces of Hell in Hell.

Sitting in the eighteen levels of hell, Xia Yan once heard that there is hell in his world.

but...

The Ten Palaces of Yama never said that there was any white Yama.

The image of Yan Luo is definitely not like this. He looked up at the body in front of him, his skin color was distorted, showing a strangeness full of paradoxes and unimaginable colors of human beings...

Xia Yan couldn't help but feel silent.

Suddenly...

A sudden slight noise occurred above his head, a "sky" with only the sound of Sanskrit.

It seemed that when the evil old monk was chanting the scriptures devoutly, a mouse stealing oil broke through the lamp in the Buddhist niche. The lamp fell to the ground and made a crisp "click" sound.

And there was also a "click" sound from the "sky" in this nightmare.

The sky is like an "egg shell", and something outside it is gently tapping on the "egg shell".

The shell breaks a crack.

Xia Yan looked up and saw behind the cracks in the sky, there was a faint, deep, and even the imagination of humans could not distinguish... the galaxy.

There are also Lang Lang and Haoran reading sounds in the galaxy.

Such a vibrant voice would have made people feel a little yearning for the future, but in such an environment, it is unspeakable bizarre and weird.

Immediately.

The galaxy is filled.

A finger squeezed in through the crack roughly.

The fingers flowed with turbid currents that were rushing day and night, and contained death that seemed to be still. They tried to thrust downwards and crushed towards Xia Yan who was standing in the dark...

“The third one.”

Xia Yan had a strange awakening in his dream.

The owner of this finger is not Bai Yanluo or Yan Dizang.

For a moment...

Xia Yan felt that his soul was instinctively suffocating. The deepest, most terrifying and thrilling nightmare made him recall the fear he felt when he saw Bai Yan every night when he was young.

And just then...

A strange mysterious gray slag once again appeared all over his body.

The gray swath penetrated and he came out in all directions.

Like repairing the sky, gray fog flowed towards the fingers of the sky.

But even so, the finger was just slightly delayed, but it was still pressing down.

Chiu~~

The gray fog in Xia Yan's body was burned as if it was burned, turning into a wolf smoke and heading towards the sky.

After... I don't know how long it took, but there was not much concept of time in my dreams.

But the cracks in the sky were finally locked.

The fingers that fell down from the sky and filled the galaxy seemed to have become a mysterious sculpture, standing quietly in the upside-down world with the galaxy as the basis.

It fell down the sky but not falling, like the hanging sword of Damocles, hanging high above the white-haired boy's head...

...

...

“Hu, Hu, Hu…”

The drowning gasps sounded again.

Xia Yan sat up suddenly, and his spine was already wet, cold sweat slid down his forehead and then went down his chin to the trembling Adam's apple, which was itchy.

The gasping sound gradually subsided, and the boy's eyes moved hard before he opened it.

He glanced out the window.

Very unexpected.

It's not yet morning.

At this time, it was still before dawn.

The cold moon is like a wolf's teeth, resting at the end of the West.

The capital of the Great Xu Dynasty is still asleep and has not woken up.

Xia Yan moved his fingers, and his hands supported the soft quilt with his palms. With a little force, he had already leaned against the back of the bed with the dragon pattern.

His expression quickly returned to peace.

The calmness of being invincible even a third-rate cat and a dog can do it, but it is just a secret show of ecstasy in the heart. When you are penniless and then restore your true nature, what is this ability? Who is it?

But when things are shocked, afraid, and decayed, how many people can remain calm and unmoved...

When you are ambushing on all sides and singing on all sides, your expression is calm and you are full of complacent intentions, and your momentum is as good as you are out of bamboo?

The sky collapses and the earth is broken, neither shocked nor timid, nor timid, or still not qualified to embark on the path of pursuing the supreme path, but can be called a hero.

Xia Yan's heartbeat quickly calmed down, but as long as he closed his eyes, that scene would appear in front of him...

There are several white Hell in front of him, and behind him, there is a thousand feet of nightmare in the sky, with a finger hanging high above his head...

The silent black and white world is very clear whether it is "silent" or "Sanskrit".

It was a black white shadow, a silent and noisy world.

"It was me who opened [Youying Chapter 7]... and it ignited a certain fuse."

"But, if there was no accumulation of the past, how could this fuse be there?"

"If I had never possessed mysterious power, would Bai Yanluo always be in his dream and never wakes up?"

Xia Yan sorted out his thoughts and made an estimate:

Using your left hand to mysteriously transform all things is a necessary condition.

When you open the [Youying Chapter 7], it is a sufficient condition that it has been formed with the former.

This brings about a series of changes in the dream.

He continued to think.

"Wait...What is the essence of the Eighteen Dao of Tiangang and Earth Eighteen Dao?"

"Why, I am mysterious in the Eighteen Essays of Gods and Ghosts. What appears is not the other Taoist chapters, but the seventh Taoist chapter of Youying?"

"Can you... the ultimate of this Taoist chapter is Bai Yaluo? And I opened it, so I woke up Bai Yaluo in advance?"

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "There are too much fog and too much trouble..."

Suddenly, a word from the memory of the God-Selected One came into his mind:

——Human, you should be glad that you have never traveled far away, and ignorance is actually a kind of happiness.

The white-haired young emperor leaned quietly on the back of the bed, but his eyes began to squint slightly and said softly, "Ignorance is not happiness."

He had no regrets, and even if he did it again, he might have opened the seventh chapter in advance.

Because he could get closer to the truth that was originally in the fog earlier.

...

...

Before dawn comes, the bells and horns are ringing gradually at three or five.
To be continued...