š Chapter 1075 - Calligraphy Brush!
As the aged voice echoed out, Wang Baole took a deep breath.
He had been wondering for a long time why he didnāt have further past lives while Chen Han did. And nowā¦ with the arrival of the eighth day, Wang Baole looked at the fog swirling all around him and felt his consciousness sinking into the past.
āI hope that this eighth life will be differentā¦ā Wang Baole murmured, closing his eyes as he entered the world of the past again.
He immediately feltā¦ that familiar coldness.
Wang Baoleās heart sank. He was still awake and aware of himself, making him even more depressed. As he spread out his divine sense, he saw nothing but the same darkness as ever.
āStill nothing...ā Wang Baole sighed. Feeling a little unwilling to give up, he tried expanding the range of his divine sense, but no matter how far he looked, the final outcome was the same.
A cold, dark, and lonely void.
Wang Baole fell silent. He was just about to accept his efforts as futile, but at that momentā¦ suddenly, his consciousness fluctuated violently. And thenā¦ he felt a sinking feeling once again!
āThis isā¦!!ā
Before Wang Baole could react, a deafening boom rang out in his consciousness, like the reverberation of heavenly thunder. His mind went blank, and his consciousness suddenly scattered!
An unknown amount of time passed. By the time Wang Baoleās consciousness gathered together again, he had forgotten his name, forgotten his purpose, forgottenā¦ everything.
He couldnāt open his eyes, nor could he move his body. He didnāt know where he was or where he came from. All he could sense was that his surroundings were incredibly cold, cold enough to pierce the body and freeze the soul. All he could see was the endless darkness beneath his eyelids.
And aside from thatā¦ there was only pain!
Waves of astonishing and unending pain battered him like a raging sea. The pain was like a sharp knife stabbing into his consciousness again and again. He wanted to scream, but he couldnāt open his mouth. He wanted to struggle, but he couldnāt move his body. He wanted to pass out to avoid the pain, butā¦ he couldnāt!
He could only continue suffering through a terrifying pain that made his consciousness tremble. Fortunatelyā¦ although the pain was persistent and severe, it didnāt increase in intensity.
After an unknown amount of time, Wang Baole suddenly discovered thatā¦ the severe pain seemed to be a little lighter. It wasnāt an illusion. The pain really was gradually fading.
However, as the pain faded, so did his consciousness. He became sleepier and sleepier, and when the feeling of pain completely disappeared, his consciousness also fell into a deep slumberā¦
Then, Wang Baoleās body inside Planet Heavenās Mandateās trial land twitched, and his eyes opened.
This time, there was no blankness in his gaze, only deep shock and a profound light. After sitting still for a while, Wang Baole exhaled deeply. The feeling of his consciousness sinking earlier, as well as the way he had lost awareness of himself, was exactly the same as the previous five past lives.
āThat means... that I succeeded in entering the eight past life after all!
āBut my eighth life was a bit strangeā¦ā Wang Baole lowered his head as his eyes flashed. Even now, when he recalled the severe pain of his eighth life, he felt his mind tremble a little. But it was also because of this pain that he faintly made a guess about his strange past lives.
āItās not that I donāt have the sixth and seventh past lives, but for some reason, I was in a deep slumber for those two livesā¦ I was completely unconscious, which is why all I could feel was cold darkness!
āAnd the reason for the slumber in those two lives should be directly related to the pain of the eighth life that I just experienced. Was that painā¦ from some sort of injury? My soul entered slumber to heal itself? And it finally healed some time after the sixth past life, so my fifth past life of the little white deer came to beā¦ā Wang Baoleās eyes flickered with thought. After a long time, he sighed and massaged the center of his brows. His past lives, the secret of this world, Wang Yiyiā¦ the more clues he found, the less clear things became.
After some thought, Wang Baole lifted his head and looked at Chen Han. A determined light flashed through his eyes, and he quickly formed a hand seal. The Underworld Fire surged out again, and he instantly formed a soul connection. In the blink of an eyeā¦ the world in front of Wang Baoleās eyes became bizarre beyond belief!
The skyā¦ was very far away. It was so far away that he couldnāt see anything clearly, and could just barely make out the color of wood. It wasnāt just one color, but a variety of shades that made him feel comfortable as he looked at it.
As for the sun, it was also very far away, and just like the sky, was impossible to see clearly. Wang Baole could only tell that there was a single light source, and the light and heat being given off made the ground very warm. As for the ground itselfā¦ it was white. A boundless expanse of white.
Meanwhile, Wang Baole could vaguely make out some blurry silhouettes in his surroundings. There seemed to be countless tall figures looming on the horizon, giving off waves of a terrifying aura. Unfortunately, perhaps they were also too far away, because Wang Baole couldnāt see them clearly, either.
He didnāt know what they were, but for some reason, everything about this place was giving him a feeling of deja vu. However, Wang Baole was sure that heād never been here before.
āThe last two times, the outside world was Wang Yiyiās room. This timeā¦ where am I?ā As he observed his surroundings, Wang Baole was alsoā¦ looking for Chen Han!
Indeed, he was looking around for Chen Han. After arriving in this place, anyone or anything that might have been Chen Han was nowhere to be found.
Logically speaking, this should have been impossible. Wang Baole honestly didnāt believe it at first, but no matter where he looked, he couldnāt find any trace of Chen Han in this bizarre world. It was as if Chen Han didnāt even exist here.
Moreover, the blurriness of the world made Wang Baole feel a little uncomfortable. He felt like his mind was being covered by a veil, making it impossible to see the world clearly no matter how hard he tried. What he saw was basically what an extremely near-sighted person would see if they took off their glasses.
This puzzling state of affairs lasted for a long time. One day, Wang Baole saw a huge pillar suddenly descend from the sky. As it approached, Wang Baole realized that the pillar was in fact a calligraphy brush!
Ink was even dripping from the end of the brushā¦ Wang Baole was completely shocked by this scene. He also noticed that the hand holding the brush was small and chubby, like a young childās. Before he knew it, the brush had already landed on the white ground. It clumsily drew an even clumsier little stick figureā¦
As the stick figure was completed, a giggling sound came from the sky. At the same time, the stick figure seemed to have been given life, and it immediately climbed up from the ground.
As Wang Baole reeled in shock, the brush descended again and again. One stick figure after another was drawn and given life, and the master of the brush seemed to find this very fun. In the days that followed, more and more tiny stick figures appeared on the white ground, and one dayā¦ Wang Baole saw that the brush trembled a little for some reason, and the stick figure it was drawing came out deformed.
The stick figure had one long leg and one short leg, and as soon as it was completed, Wang Baole immediately sensed the aura of Chen Han. The moment that stick figure struggled to stand, the blurry world around him suddenly became clear!
Wang Baole could see that the sky was wood-colored because it was a wooden ceiling, and the white ground all around him was a sheet of white paper. As for the terrifying figures looming on the horizon, they were all just dolls. The sun was nothing more than a crystal emitting rays of light that illuminated the entire room.
And the hand holding the brush belonged toā¦ a little girl who looked no more than three years old!
Wang Baole only gave the girl a casual glance. He didnāt have time to look too closely, because his focus was on another matter. The raised brush had given Chen Han life, forming a certain connection. And Wang Baole immediately used this connection to move his consciousness from Chen Hanās body toā¦ the brush!
After being lifted off the paper, the brush rose higher and higher. Finally, it, along with the excited Wang Baoleā¦ completely left the world of the paper!
āIām out!ā Wang Baoleās heart trembled, and he was filled with an unprecedented sense of anticipation!