Time is an indescribable topic.

Chu Mu once asked Yun Zhongzi whether he could go to the future.

Yun Zhongzi's answer is no, because only what has not happened is the real future. Since it has not happened, then it is nothingness. If it turns it from nothing to something, it has already happened, and it is not the future.

Therefore, the saints cannot go to a vain future without real.

So can a saint go back to the past?

The answer is also no.

Reversing the past is to reverse the entire world, which naturally includes saints who implement their will in all things. Saints may be able to reverse themselves, but they are absolutely unable to reverse other saints, so the answer is also not good.

Since even the saints can't do it, why can Zixuan and the others do it?

The answer is now in front of Chu Mu.

The time in this world is not one-way, but a circle connected to the end. Everything has happened from the ancient past to the final future. For Chu Mu, the future that has not happened has actually been cycled through countless times.

The starting point of the past was Pangu's creation of the world.

The end of the future...

Chu Mu looked at the scene where he suddenly stopped and began to turn to the reopening of the world. "It was the time when the Nuwa clan was completely destroyed."

When the Nuwa clan is completely destroyed, the Nuwa in the sky will be swallowed by Fuxi, and Fuxi will turn into a new Pangu and then reopen the world. Then, there is another cycle.

And the purpose of this cycle is also very obvious, that is, suppression and erase.

Chu Mu's eyebrows sting slightly, and the Kunlun Mirror was trying his best to attract the sky eye, making it appear on the eyebrows of "he and me" in this world. His eyes penetrated the fog soul and saw the real reality below.

If the fog is the first layer, then Chu Mu just saw the past and the future is the second layer. Under this second layer, there is also the third layer representing the true roots.

The core of this world and the root of everything is a snake tail that spreads in unknown length, it is a beautiful and ancient scale, it is a sacred figure with a human head and snake body.

"Nuwa..." Chu Mu's voice was a little dry.

It is not Nuwa in this world, but Saint Nuwa who has died at the end of the Immortal Age. To be precise, this should be her residual will, which is a will that is many times stronger than the saint's thoughts in the Zhuxian world.

The history of the world of immortal swords is like a millstone, pressing on Nuwa's will. Every cycle is erased. Every time Nuwa dies in the sky, the will of this saint is wiped out.

The entire fairy world is a cage and a executioner, which is constantly eliminating the remains of the Saint Nuwa.

It is precisely because Chu Mu never sensed the thoughts of other saints in this world, because this world was specially designed for Nuwa.

As if I felt Chu Mu's gaze, a light shone on Chu Mu in the dark.

That was a gaze that was even better than Haori, that was the gaze that belonged to Nuwa. The supreme majesty came here, even if it was almost destroyed, even if only part of the will remain, the gap between Chu Mu and the saint was still far away.

However, fortunately, I couldn't make Chu Mu kneel down.

This means that the gap between Nuwa's will and Chu Mu has not exceeded one dimension.

"You are finally here." A soft voice like the spring breeze sounded from my heart.

Upon hearing this, Chu Mu calmed down and said, "Do you know I'll come?"

"Of course, because you are the last race of our palace and the last race of humans in the last era, you and I will prosper and lose together."

An invisible connection gradually took shape between the two parties. Chu Mu sensed the existence of this connection and suddenly realized the cause and effect of all this.

The human race in the last era began with Nuwa, and there was a natural connection between the two. Unless they achieved Daluo, this connection could not be cut off.

At the end of the Immortal Era, the Three Qings killed before transcending and destroyed all the saints. Nuwa also died in that battle. All human races who had not achieved Daluo also died in that catastrophe.

········· Except for Chu Mu, the fish that missed the net.

Because of Chu Mu's existence, Nuwa barely resuscited her life, but she was not completely cold, but she had never been resurrected because Yuanshi Tianzun later created the world with the fragments of the prehistoric world, using one of the heavens and earth as a cage to suppress this part of her will.

The method of boiling frogs in warm water wipes out their will bit by bit. When this part of their will is completely wiped out, Nuwa will be completely cold.

If Chu Mu put her indifferently, then as time goes by, this part of his will will one day be completely wiped out. If Chu Mu cares about her...

Well... In a nutshell, there are great benefits.

His fish that escaped the net from the human race of the Upper Era can be said to be the foundation of Nuwa's existence. If he is cold, then even if the will that has not yet been resurrected from nothingness escapes from the world of fairy swords, he will eventually be unable to escape the death situation.

It makes sense that one prospers and one loses together. If Chu Mu dies, then Nuwa will be depressed. If Nuwa is resurrected, Chu Mu, who is the last tribe, will also get a lot of benefits.

Chu Mu was able to quickly get started with the "Heavenly Repairing Demonic Art" and made rapid progress on this path, but in fact, Nuwa's contribution was part of it.

‘And, Mingyuexin should also be involved with her.’ Chu Mu closed his eyes slightly to cover the flashing light in his eyes.

He had not forgotten the sudden appearance of Mingyuexin in the Tianxuan Realm, nor did he forget the dragon and snake pattern on Mingyuexin's forehead. Although the will to be suppressed is the foundation of Nuwa, it does not mean that she has not left any backup plan elsewhere.

In this way, some of the suspense in the past makes sense.

So, whether to save it?

Chu Mu thought that he actually had no other choice. If he wanted to encroach on the biggest fruit in this world, he needed to kill Fuxi, the Emperor of Heaven. But if Fuxi was killed, then this constantly circulating world would be broken and Nuwa would be freed from the trap.

Unless Chu Mu is willing to harm others and not benefit himself, he will continue to maintain this cycle instead of Fuxi.

"You're going to be sure of me." Chu Mu looked at the figure and whispered.

"One prospers and one prospers, one loses and one loses, you and I are a community." The voice in the dark continued.

An invisible thought slowly extended, with gentleness, and a slight contact with Chu Mu's spiritual consciousness. In an instant, Chu Mu felt that the whole world was accelerating, and the pictures of changing worlds and endless knowledge flashed through his mind.

When he came back to his senses, the spiritual power of the fog soul had already filled the meridians, and the qi veins called "fog soul" had been completely generated.

Just then, Chu Mu accepted Nuwa's small part of his perception of time, and subconsciously shaped the spiritual power of the Whale Swallowing the Mist Soul Spring into a fog soul vein in just a few breaths.

The consequence of this move is that the mind or mind is a little dizzy.

Chu Mu shook his head, as if this would make him awake.

This selfless gift is not completely without side effects. Chu Mu thought that his state of mind had reached a state of never regression, but after experiencing that experience just now, he realized that his state of mind was still polished.

Compared to Nuwa, Chu Mu's experience of more than a thousand years was just a drop in the ocean. He was almost lost in the gift just now.

"Others' things are always theirs, but others' things are not untouchable, they are only part of the benefits." She said lightly.

However, Chu Mu had no time to hear these words, and he staggered and walked dizzyly, waved his hand to open the passage between the fog soul and reality, and crashed into the fog vortex.

······················

In Qionghua Palace.

Liu Mengli moved her jade finger away from the sleeping girl's forehead, and a deep thought flashed through her beautiful eyes.

"She actually experienced part of another Long Kui's life in her dream and gained some memories three hundred years later." Liu Mengli murmured in an incredible tone.

As the young leader of the Dream Tak tribe, she is born with a strong illusion talent and can peek into her mind by entering other people's dreams. Just now, she hypnotized Hongkui, and then learned why Hongkui knew Zixuan by entering the other party's dreams.

But she never expected that the root of this problem was so bizarre and so incredible.

Liu Mengli frowned slightly, subconsciously held her right hand and knocked on the stone base.

"Let's go and ask the master."

After thinking for a long time, Liu Mengli finally decided to ask her master for the cause and condition. However, before she could get up, a whirlpool of fog suddenly appeared next to her, and a figure fell out of the whirlpool and fell on the other half of the stone pedestal with a bang.

Chu Mu fell directly beside Liu Mengli in a sleeping position with his eyes closed. The huge stone mount completely accommodated the two of them. His head subconsciously leaned on Liu Mengli's shoulders.

"Teacher...Father?"

Feeling the touch on his shoulders, Liu Mengli's body stiffened and hesitated to ask.

But Chu Mu did not give any response. He just kept sleeping and leaned quietly on the stone pedestal, leaning against her shoulder.

After several failed calls, Liu Mengli finally confirmed that Chu Mu seemed to be in a deep sleep. She looked at Chu Mu's quiet face for a long time, and finally couldn't help but stretch out her fingers, and a little bit of inspiration pointed at Chu Mu's eyebrows with her fingertips.
Chapter completed!