Chapter 85: The Meteor of the Past Life (Part 1)

The overall situation is unfavorable. In fact, whether to release or not release the strong child depends on the decision of the great witch Bude. Even if my master and I are determined, what can we do? Are we going to be enemies with the entire ancestral witch village?

All we can do is not give up the only glimmer of hope.

At the same time, whether or not the Great Shaman Da Xing is punished seems to be a “family matter” of the Miao village on Thunder Mountain, and my master and I are even more powerless.

In fact, I felt a little bit of frustration in my heart, just for the helplessness I felt in the face of this situation… Looking at Qiangzi, I was also a little worried. At this moment, I made up my mind. When Qiangzi wakes up, if the great shaman of the Bude tribe insists on not releasing him, but Qiangzi insists on going with us, I will persuade the master to give up… After all, Qiangzi has lost his grandfather, and this is also his support. How can I…

As for the great shaman Da Xing, I was also slightly moved. If the great era that the master spoke of arrives, and the great battle that accompanies it also arrives, if I can survive, I have to find a way to repay this favor.

After all, the debt he owed his master was a karmic debt between him and his master, and the repayment of that debt was on me, saving me from a crisis. That was a debt I had to repay.

After Daxing Da Wu had calmed down, the atmosphere in the room fell silent again.

Judging from the look on the face of the Great Shaman, it seemed that the possibility of not releasing the strong child was greater… What would happen next was still unknown, after all, the Master did not want to give up.

“You can leave first. Darong will stay with me for now, I need to deal with his current condition.” After a long silence, Bugen finally spoke.

“Great Shaman…” At this time, Great Shaman Darong couldn’t help but call out to Great Shaman Budong. As for what he wanted to say, it might be that there were a thousand things on his mind, and he couldn’t say anything for a while.

“Everyone, go out first. No matter what the matter is or what the outcome is, I will naturally give an explanation.” Although the look on the face of the Great Shaman of the Buhen was calm, we could really feel his hidden impatience. At this time, it was Master who was calm. He walked over and pulled up the Great Shaman of the Daxing, saying, “Then don’t disturb the Great Shaman of the Buhen. I naturally believe that he will give an explanation. I think he must also be interested in hearing what I want to say.”

Daxing Da Wu glanced at the master, and finally stood up and followed the master out the door.

In fact, I vaguely felt that the Bugenwizard would not punish the Daxingwizard. This was also a relatively good thing in the stalemate, and when I stood up, I realized that as soon as my will relaxed, something inexplicable began to spread in my soul.

This feeling was all too familiar, because I had already experienced it several times… The soul’s pain was starting to set in again.

This is the prelude, a very short prelude, and the next moment the pain will overwhelm me. I took a few steps out of the house, then grabbed my master’s shoulder and said, “Master, if I can’t hold on, please take care of me.”

The master looked at me in surprise, but before he could say anything, I was instantly overwhelmed by the pain that burned my soul. I gritted my teeth and took two more steps, trying to hold on for a little longer, at least until I could get out of the stilted house. I didn’t want Bu Deng Da Wu to see anything, because after all, showing your painful and vulnerable side to strangers can make people feel insecure.

But this time, the pain was more intense than any of the previous times… Even if I had a strong will, I couldn’t have held on for even half a second… As it spread violently, the colorful world in my eyes suddenly turned gray, and my consciousness and thoughts stopped abruptly under the gray background.

In that moment, I only felt that Master and Da Xing were supporting me on either side, and my body seemed to move two steps unconsciously. Next… I didn’t know anything. I could only feel the burning pain, and every second was hell.

I wanted to get rid of this pain, and I really wanted to… If I had any clarity of thought left, it would have been this thought. I always thought that the burning of flames was a cruel thing, because many things would experience a process of existence and disappearance in the flames. After the flames had burned, all that was left was a trace of dust.

And to consciously endure this pain is even more cruel, because if the pain of being burned itself is barely bearable, then the psychological torture is endless. Who can look at it soberly or worry about becoming a pile of ash at any time?

Time seemed to drag on in the pain, so long that I was almost desperate, wondering if it would ever end… But then, I finally lost consciousness completely.

Finally… before consciousness disappeared, I let out a long sigh of relief, and then for the first time, I was happy to face the darkness and silence.

“This is the pain you deserve, and no matter where it is, in heaven or on earth, or even in hell, there is pain that is more painful than this burning of the soul.”

“This is the pain you should have endured…”

“You should have suffered!”

“Should have…”

“Should…”

I don’t know when, but a cold voice sounded in the depths of my soul, completely losing consciousness. I was sleeping in a dark silence, and such a voice woke me up… My first thought was, is there anything more painful than this soul-rending pain?

But the next moment, I suddenly remembered the sudden parting in the depths of the dragon’s tomb… that helplessness, that heart-wrenching pain, that feeling of wanting to watch that figure’s back as I hoped that this second would become eternal, but I could not hold on to anything, and I could only let my body be dragged away, and she gradually disappeared, and the picture and feeling of her gradually disappearing came back to my mind.

Suddenly, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of steel needles at the same time, and my breath was held back… Yes, indeed, there are things in the world that will hurt more than this burning fire, because some pain will gnaw at your heart.

I dared not think anymore, and I tried to open my eyes, but I found myself standing. Suddenly, my heart became calm, and all my memories of myself faded away. The wind blew my blue shirt, and I suddenly realized that I was waiting…

It was night, and the gentle indigo sky was like the softest velvet… In the sky, the stars were shining, like the most magnificent jewels inlaid on the velvet, emitting a mesmerizing silver light.

Can you reach the stars with your hand? I realized that the stars were actually close, like rolling stars… bringing out endless tracks, but they were still in the same place.

It is beautiful, but my heart is very calm. Looking far away, it is a vast expanse of dark black mountains under the night sky. I am on the top of a lonely cliff, seeing the distant mountains shrouded in mist, with thin clouds high above… The wind moves, and occasionally a bird of some kind flies by, leaving behind the sound of its wings flapping, or a long cry that echoes between the mountains.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is just a floating cloud. The world is always changing, and to be attached to the scenery is also to be addicted. When it disappears, won’t it become my obsession?

This thought suddenly popped into my mind, and I simply closed my eyes… I’ve experienced this kind of scene many times before, and I know that everything here is not subject to my will, even my thoughts. So this cold thought, the only emotion I have left is helplessness, and then I’m still ‘acting’ and ‘watching’ myself.

But I don’t know if I’m sensitive, I always feel that there is a faint, faint expectation in the deepest, deepest part of my heart.

The night is quiet… At the top of the mountain, under the stars, there is not a single sound except for the wind. I don’t waste any time at all, and simply sit on the top of the mountain, beginning to deduce one Taoist technique after another. Gradually, my heart is at peace.

The other me waited helplessly, because the Taoist techniques that were being deduced were completely incomprehensible to this me, and even seemed unbelievable. Thinking about it with all my heart, I even felt that my soul could not bear this deduction… I could only watch from the sidelines.

In this quiet, I don’t know how long it was… A sound of footsteps was heard in the mountain breeze, followed by a crisp voice with a heartless and happy tone that entered my ears: “Hey, Stone… you were waiting for me?”

“My name is Chengdao.” I could clearly feel a trace of joy in my heart, but why did such cold words come out of my mouth?

Chengdao, is that my name? And I am called Chengyi in this life… What kind of coincidence is this?