As the vicissitudes of life echoed, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged, took a deep breath.

He wanted to know why Chen Han could have the next few lives but he didn't. This question had already taken root in Wang Baole's heart. Now... With the arrival of the eighth generation, Wang Baole watched the fog around him rotate, felt the sinking of his consciousness, and murmured.

"I hope this time, don't be the same as before, there is nothing..." Wang Baole closed his eyes and felt his consciousness sinking until it seemed to have entered a vortex.

Then... it was the familiar coldness.

This coldness made Wang Baole's heart sink, and his self-consciousness still existed, making his already low mind even more depressed. As his spiritual consciousness dissipated, he saw the familiar darkness after his consciousness perceived around him, which made Wang Baole sigh.

"Isn't it still..." Wang Baole was a little unwilling to accept it and tried to expand the scope of his perception, but no matter how hard he tried, the final outcome would be the same.

Cold, dark, lonely.

Wang Baole was silent, about to give up this useless action, but at this moment... suddenly his consciousness suddenly fluctuated. Under this fluctuation, the feeling of sinking actually emerged again!

"This feeling..."

Before Wang Baole could react, a loud roar came from his consciousness, like thunder echoing. As he exploded, his consciousness also dissipated and disappeared directly at this moment!

I don’t know how long it has passed, but when Wang Baole’s consciousness reunited, he forgot his name, forgot that he was experiencing his previous life, and forgot everything.

He couldn't open his eyes, could not lift his body, did not know where he was, or knew his origin, what he could feel was that the surroundings were very cold. This coldness could penetrate the body and freeze the soul. What he could see was the darkness under his eyelids, boundless.

In addition to this... there is another stronger feeling, that is... pain!

The pain overwhelmingly overwhelmed him again and again, like a sharp blade, constantly dividing his consciousness. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't do it. He wanted to fall into a coma to avoid pain, but he still couldn't do it!

He could only clearly experience this extreme pain in this coldness and darkness, which made his consciousness seem to be trembling. Fortunately... Although the pain, like coldness and darkness, always exists after it appears, as if it can exist for a long time and there seems to be no end, its fluctuation has not improved.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but Wang Baole was exhausted from the torture of this severe pain. He suddenly realized that the severe pain seemed to be a little lighter. This is not an illusion. The pain is indeed slowly weakening.

But what weakened was his consciousness. As the pain dissipated, a deep sleeping feeling appeared more and more strongly in his mind.

Until the moment the pain completely disappeared, his consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep, and as he fell asleep... as if everything was over, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged in the mist of the Destiny Star, suddenly shook his body and his eyes slowly opened.

This time, there was no confusion, but only depth. After sitting there for a while, Wang Baole's breathing was slightly rapid. He was very sure that when he felt another sinking, his consciousness dissipated, exactly the same as his previous experience in the first five lives.

"This shows that... I did successfully realize the eighth generation at that time!"

"But my previous eighth life is a little special..." Wang Baole lowered his head, and a strange light appeared in his eyes. The severe pain was so painful that he felt his body trembling when he recalled it. But at the same time, it was the special experience of this previous eighth life that made Wang Baole have a vague guess in his heart.

"It's not that I don't have the sixth and seventh lives before, but for some reason, in those two lives, I fell asleep... This kind of sleep is an unconscious coma, so... all I can feel is coldness and darkness!"

"And the reason why these two comasses in the past two lives is directly related to the pain in the previous eighth life that we just realized. Is this pain... a kind of injury? The final coma is healing? Until the injury finally healed, the fifth life in the past, I turned into a white deer?" Wang Baole's thoughts appeared in his eyes, and after a while, he rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that all the fogs about his previous life, about this world, about his young lady Wang Yiyi and others were not clear due to the increase in clues, but instead... became more and more blurred.

While pondering, Wang Baole looked up at Chen Han, and after the decisive intention flashed in his eyes, he pinched his hands, and the dark fire spread out and enveloped him in an instant, and the soul resonance was synchronized in an instant. In a blink of an eye... an even more incredible world appeared in front of Wang Baole!

The sky... is very far away, so far away that it cannot be seen clearly, and is blurred. Only the color is wood. This color is not monotonous, but with a warm and warm feeling, making people feel comfortable after seeing it.

As for the sun, it is also very far away, so blurred that it is almost impossible to see clearly. Only one light source is visible, emitting light and heat, making the whole world very warm, and the ground... is very clear, it is white, boundless white.

As for the world around him... maybe it was just as blurry because the distance was too far, but Wang Baole still vaguely saw it, as if there were countless tall objects and terrifying auras that scared him. Unfortunately, it was impossible to see clearly.

He didn't know what those were, but for some reason, everything here gave him a sense of déjà vu, but Wang Baole felt that he had never seen them before.

"The outside world of the first two lives was Wang Yiyi's boudoir, so where is this time?" Wang Baole was also looking for Chen Han...

Yes, he was indeed looking for Chen Han, because after coming here, although he saw around, he did not see Chen Han.

This obviously does not conform to the truth, and also makes Wang Baole feel incredible. However, no matter how he searches, he did not find any trace of Chen Han in this strange world, as if Chen Han did not exist, and the blur of the world also made Wang Baole feel a little uncomfortable.

The feeling of being covered in veil in front of him made him unable to see the world even if he worked very hard. Just like in reality, a highly myopic person took off his glasses, and everything he saw was basically what Wang Baole saw now.

This state lasted for a long time, until one day, Wang Baole saw a huge pillar falling from the sky. As he approached, Wang Baole gradually saw clearly that the pillar seemed to be a brush!

There was still ink dipped on it... This scene shocked Wang Baole's consciousness and saw the hand holding the brush. It was a small hand. Before Wang Baole could see clearly, the pen had already landed on the white ground. With some clumsy painting skills, he drew a clumsy little man...

As the little man was painted, a giggle came from the sky. At the same time, the little man drawn seemed to be given life and climbed up directly from the ground.

As Wang Baole's consciousness fluctuated again, the brush fell down again, and soon one little man after another was drawn, and the owner of the brush seemed to have found fun in this painting. In the days that followed, the little man was constantly drawn, until one day, when Wang Baole's mind was shocked, he saw that the brush seemed to shake due to some accident, and the little man he drew was obviously deformed.

It was a little man with long legs and short legs. The moment the little man was drawn, Wang Baole immediately felt Chen Han's breath, and even got up with the little man's struggle. Everything around him became blurred and became clear in front of Wang Baole's eyes!

He saw the sky. The reason why it was wood was because the sky was the roof, and the white of the earth was a piece of white paper. As for the nothingness around, whether it was the tall buildings or figures, they were all toys. As for the sun, the light source was a crystal that radiated light and illuminated the entire room.

And the hand holding the brush came from a little girl who looked less than three years old!

Wang Baole's consciousness fluctuated, and he just swept it roughly, and there was no time to observe carefully, because his main focus at this moment was on the raised brush. With the help of this brush, some connection established by the moment when he painted Chen Han and gave him life, Wang Baole's consciousness suddenly jumped up and moved from Chen Han to... the ink of the brush!

As the brush lifted up and continued to rise... Wang Baole's consciousness fluctuated even more violently until... the brush completely left the earth and took him... out of that world!!
Chapter completed!