Although the Ming Sect has not completely appeared, the Ming Dao has reopened, the laws have been refined, and the rules have been redefined, forming a dark punishment, causing the entire Weiyang Dao Domain to shake. At this time, the bottom of the Styx, which is filled with countless souls, is different from the sensation of the Ming Star, and is different from the outside world...

Here, sadness and madness are everywhere.

"The crescent moon!"

"The crescent moon!!"

"Crowned Moon!!!"

In the tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld, Wang Baole knelt in the place where his master Ming Kunzi disappeared. He forgot the passage of time, and he only thought about it.

Turn the impossible into possibility, let time reverse, and let the master's soul reappear.

He didn't know how many times he had spread the waning moon. His face was pale, and blood in his eyes seemed to be about to crack. Until a long time, Wang Baole's body trembled, spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his body staggered back several steps. He watched him fight all the things, and in the twists formed by the reversal of the years, there was no master's soul shadow.

Wang Baole was silent in sorrow.

He knew, perhaps he knew that some things could not be reversed by himself, and the master's soul body dissipated and was connected to the coffin of the remains of the Emperor of the Underworld. This was not the method of the waning moon that could affect and change.

"Miss, can you help me..." Wang Baole spoke in a low voice in a bitter state.

"I... can't do it, Baole, don't be sad. Let's think about it, is there any other way." Wang Yiyi, who had not responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at this moment. She felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she really couldn't do this.

Maybe Liuyue can.

But...she could feel that her father was no longer in this world.

"Can't you do it..." Wang Baole murmured? The sadness in his heart became more and more intense? It spread throughout his body for a long time? The distortion formed by the ever-expanding waning moon in front of him also slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked upwards.

Although the River Styx flooded everything and blocked his vision? But he seemed to be able to see it? Outside the River Styx, his former senior brother was the figure. For a long time, Wang Baole silently withdrew his gaze.

He understood Master’s choice? He understood Senior Brother’s choice? There seems to be nothing wrong here, but he just said it differently, but he couldn’t forgive him.

Because... Chen Qingzi can pursue his own path and walk the path of the Brilliant Ming Sect, but the price should not be that the master's soul is scattered? This... Wang Baole is very clear that it is his senior brother who is wrong.

Master was also wrong? The wrong thing was that he was soft-hearted, and the wrong thing was that he couldn't bear to see his two disciples turn against each other? The wrong thing was that he wanted to use his own death to fulfill both disciples.

"I'm wrong too? I shouldn't have come to the Styx." Wang Baole sat aside tiredly? Looking at the place where the master disappeared? He fell silent, but after a while, he suddenly looked up, and at this moment, his eyes shone again.

"There is another way..." Wang Baole raised his right hand, and in an instant a small bottle appeared in his palm.

It's the wishing bottle.

Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole ignited hope in his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he held it hard and spoke softly.

"I make a wish... Master is resurrected!"

The wishing bottle was still cold and there was no reaction at all. Wang Baole was silent and spoke again for a long time.

"I make a wish...time is back before Master's Soul Dispersion!"

The wishing bottle still did not change. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he was silent for a longer time until half a stick of incense stick. When his eyes opened, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand in a complicated manner and murmured softly.

"Senior, if you really can't resurrect Master, please give me a chance to... draw a corpse face for him."

The wishing bottle was quiet and there was still no familiar heat flow of Wang Baole. Until a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter. Just as he was about to change his wishing attempt, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness that scattered out of the wishing bottle, and seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's heart.

"You owe me a favor."

The sound was misty and hard to find. It seemed that using this wishing bottle as a medium, it fell into the tomb of the Emperor of the Underworld in the stone tablet world. In the moment when it echoed, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly emitted a heat flow.

This time the heat current burst out like never before, and it burst into Wang Baole's hands. As Wang Baole's mind shakes, the wishing bottle itself shines with a strong light. This light covers the surroundings, affects the laws, changes the rules, and gradually gathers soul silks from the void.

These soul silks had already dissipated, but now they have changed from impossible to possible. As Wang Baole's mind was strongly ups and downs, these soul silks finally gathered together in front of him and formed... a soul group!

A soul group that does not last forever and seems to not last for too long.

That is the master’s remnant soul!

To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the original soul, because there is no master in this soul group, it is just a soul with the master's mark.

In the cognition of the Nether Sect, such a soul needs to follow the guidance of the heavenly way to paint the corpse face, determine its destiny, involve cause and effect, and eventually send it to reincarnation.

But the master's residual soul is a little different. It... is dissipating. Although it comes from the power of the wishing bottle, it slows down, but it still cannot last long.

Judging from the speed of its dissipation, it seems that it can only maintain one stick of incense at most.

Looking at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes became wet, gently leading the soul group to the front and murmured.

“Master…”

As he murmured, Wang Baole closed his eyes and opened it quickly. When he looked at the soul group, he trembled with memories and began to gently outline the appearance of the next life for this soul group.

I drew my eyebrows, my eyes, my nose, my mouth.

Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, earnestly.

What he painted was not the next life.

What he painted was this life.

Before dissipating, he still thought about asking for a future that cannot be disturbed and a master who can leave the quota here.

They met in a big dream, and became a disciple of the dream time. Goodbye has become a soul body, and it has become a past in a flash...

After a long time, when Wang Baole finished drawing the last stroke, his face was covered with tears. Looking at the soul that had returned to his master's appearance in front of him, Wang Baole stood up and retreated, and knelt down towards the closed soul.

One kowt, two kowt, three kowt... until nine kowt.

Thank you for your kindness!

The soul body slowly opened its eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and kindly, and gradually...smile.

"good."

The next moment, his soul was blurred, as if it was wiped out, and disappeared into Wang Baole's eyes when he raised his head. He watched his master disappear little by little, and his tears became more and more. In his mind, the words of his master when he was leaving in his dream.

"Everything, just be as good as you want..."

"Just do whatever you want..." Wang Baole murmured, slumped there, tears flowing down his eyes.

The figure of a young lady gradually appeared beside him. She looked at Wang Baole silently, with a feeling of distress in her eyes. She gently approached, sat beside him, raised her hands, gently pressed on Wang Baole's head, and gently rubbed it.

"In life, there will definitely be some regrets that we cannot change."

"Bao Le, you've done a good job, you've tried your best."

"Have I tried my best..." Wang Baole murmured, feeling of fatigue spreading throughout his body.

"Well, you try your best, have a sleep and rest." The young lady spoke softly, put Wang Bao's head on her legs with joy. When she gently kneaded her, a soft song also came from her mouth.

This song is gentle, which makes people feel warm and safe, and makes people feel peace from the bottom of their hearts. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the cold winter of the night, trembling, approaching a stove, gradually shrouding him in warmth.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the young lady's music and ballads echoing gently.

"The wind blows gently, the birds scream softly, baby is not sad, go to bed quickly..."
Chapter completed!