Chapter 590: So It Was Done
Under the World Tree, Yi Chun lost his divine glory and wild power.
The gold fades, revealing its true colors...
Yi Chun stared into the void, and the void reflected his appearance.
At this moment, he returned to the form he had when he was still a mortal.
That face, which perhaps occupied less than one ten-thousandth of the time he was currently experiencing, calmly gazed at the vast universe.
In the great realm that no mortal being can penetrate, the power of time surges like a tide.
Just like a flock of birds witnessing the birth of a phoenix, just like fish gathering around a young dragon.
It is an intersection, an interweaving, and a supreme bloom...
Yi Chun closed his eyes slightly, and he fell into a kind of transcendent silence that was different from the stagnation of time.
Faintly, there was the rustling sound of chains rubbing against each other.
Is it a cage?
Yi Chun denied this answer.
He was born whole, not a prisoner.
That should be the powerful echo like the pulse in his body!
Then, light emerged from the darkness.
It's like suddenly going from cold, dry air to warm, moist pool water.
An indescribable sense of comfort and relief, a drowsy, perfect sleepiness gradually emerged...
There, an old man looked at the old cat next to him with kindness.
There, the wounded looked toward the figure in front of them with gratitude.
There is also fear and despair shivering in the darkness.
There are also bloody, ecstatic duels and fights.
Under the leaden sky, futile and repetitive attempts .
In the emerald dream, failure and hardship occur again and again.
That was his past...
Shrouded in the cold mist, looking back, it seems a little blurry...
And now, he will take that step...
He will embrace his imperfect self...
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"teacher?"
The shouts of the students below brought the old lecturer, who was in a daze on the stage, back to reality.
His old face gazed deeply at these young students whose names he could more or less remember.
I secretly calculated the teaching progress in my mind.
The time is neither early nor late, and it will not delay their studies.
“Ring, ring, ring…”
Just then, the bell for the end of get out of class rang on time.
I felt annoyed at first, but now I can sense some reluctance to leave.
"That's all for now."
The old lecturer folded the manuscript in half and marked it, but did not put it away.
He just glanced at the students again and walked out slowly.
The sharp auxiliary lines on the blackboard also seem to have a decisive meaning.
The student behind him saw that the lecturer had forgotten the lesson plan and was picking it up to chase after him.
When I went out again, I saw a bustling crowd, but no trace of the old lecturer...
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"Tie your hair up! Didn't I tell you before?"
The instructor was scolding a few girls who were looking down at themselves, and the boys who were eavesdropping near the lathe in the distance couldn't help but smile at each other.
The weather was so hot that the wind blew from the fans in the internship workshop and seemed to have a spicy smell.
A few little girls who had never suffered could not help themselves.
The sound of the machine tool next door pouring coolant was quite dull in the slightly closed internship base.
However, what dominates everything is the sound of the file.
It was a subtle smell mixed with sweat and iron filings.
Here, gender has been blurred into a difference .
The instructor stared at a few boys who were practicing hard with saw blades and lumps of iron for a long time.
After noticing a boy sawing in the opposite direction for a long time, I finally couldn't help but walked up to him and gave him a light slap on the back of his head.
I have been interning for several days, but I still don’t even understand the positive and negative sides of the saw teeth. It’s obvious that I skipped too many classes before.
Suddenly, the instructor's body paused noticeably.
The student who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye quickly put down the weapon in his hand.
But his hands were covered in sweat and oil, and seeing that his instructor had not fallen, he just made a gesture to try to support him.
The instructor rarely reprimanded him, but simply told him to go back and put away the caliper hanging on the iron lump.
If you encounter an accident in the future, remember to deal with the things you have on hand first.
Under the slightly worried gaze of the students, the tutor walked away steadily.
Amid the discussions, the chirping of cicadas outside the window seemed to grow brighter...
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"do you like me?"
The girl stared at the boy in front of her and said.
The boy stammered for a long time and spoke nonsense without any logic.
So, as expected, a group of girls left.
But what does it mean to like?
The boy stood there thinking in confusion.
It seems different from the immature words that could be uttered fluently .
It becomes heavy and stagnant, no longer the light watercolor that waves freely at the tip of the pen.
It is sticky plaster that wraps the past in a thick shell and condenses the future into its proper form.
But is that the answer?
Boys don’t know.
He couldn't give an answer...
Just like a bird that is born to fly freely, having an extra pair of wings seems like an unnecessary duplication .
It may fly higher, or fall from the sky, and no longer be able to freely shuttle between the ridges of fields and the bushes.
In a trance, there was a call coming from afar.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head:
"I haven't found the answer yet."
He murmured.
The next moment, it disappeared into the crimson twilight...
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too much……
too much……
The images that come from the intersection of endless time, the songs of the ups and downs in endless life.
Some are sighing a song of separation, others are singing a sad song of sorrow.
The firecrackers are set off every year while we are having fun; the clock sounds faintly from morning to evening while we are sitting quietly.
Human life is so entangled and profound.
It is not as long-lasting as words, it only revolves in whispers and murmurs.
Affection and love, desire and greed.
It will eventually be reduced to the silent murmur of the night, and it will eventually end in the silence of the pale twilight.
What is love?
Yi Chun's originally closed eyes slowly opened, and the mortal brown background and the divine golden background blended together.
Endless incarnations now overlap in the same concept.
At this moment, a playful strand of fluff detached from Yi Chun's body.
It transformed into a nimble butterfly, flying through the dark and deep void.
It flew over the heads of the playful students, and it flew over the gazes looking at the mountains.
It landed on a white finger, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky...
What is love? The elders know what it means.
This is also the answer...
And then it was accomplished.
There was no smallpox falling from the sky, nor any clear spring gushing out from the rocks.
There was no praise, and even less sight of the great bell.
However, the place engraved in the vast multiverse is unknown.
The name Yi Chun became even more profound...
Yi Chun stood quietly in the void, with a faint halo-like light appearing behind him.
That is neither virtue nor blessing.
It is the stubbornness of the mountains and the earth, the cornerstone that supports all living things and all things...
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"Comprehensive Network Faction Tip: Based on the template for the promotion of this camp's units to great existence (high-level legendary life), this camp is automatically transformed into a multiverse super-large force camp."
Many online players who were working on their camp contribution points fell into deep thought when they saw the highlighted information suddenly pop up on their retinas.
What did the elder do? Confused face.jpg
My faction has automatically upgraded again?
Is there a limited-time event to UP the drop rate of promotion gifts (newbies raise your paws)?
