How many times have you reincarnated in this world?

How many times has this universe been restarted?

What kind of identity does each person have in different cycles and different restarts?

What is the state of each wisp of soul in different worlds, different life and death?

When Wang Baole did not understand all this, he did not understand all of this, and even had similar questions in his cognition. After understanding the previous life, he began to think about these questions.

He wanted to know the answer, he didn't want to exist, he wanted to exist.

He wanted to know the truth, but he didn't want to be just a building block in different universes, in reincarnation, and didn't want to appear in different positions again and again, he wanted to live clearly.

He knew a lot about the insights of the first ten lives, but what followed was deep doubts, and all these doubts... were no longer important at this moment, because as the soul sinks, as the Book of Destiny behind the Heavenly Fa Man, turned page by page, Wang Baole's previous life was also displayed in front of him, but... his consciousness gradually forgot himself in this dissipation, slowly forgetting everything, and becoming pure, until he heard the voice of the Heavenly Fa Man.

“Seventy-nine…”

...

"Who am I...where am I..." In the dark Void, I heard a voice whispering in my ear.

It seemed to be coming from a distance, and it seemed to be echoing around me. I don’t know where the sound is, nor why I ask these two sentences in the sound.

The sound echoed endlessly, as if it was eternal, but I heard no response, as if no one was paying attention to the sound, and I didn't know how to speak, so gradually, this dark and nothingness seemed to be the only sound.

Time is also in this nothingness, passing without any trace.

Perhaps, because of this sound, I also began to think, Who am I? Where am I?

I thought about it for a long time, but there was no answer. The more I thought about it, the more I became confused, until for a moment, I heard a sound.

"Who am I...where am I..."

The sound was very familiar. After it came out, I waited for a while and heard the echo.

So I understood that what I heard first was my own voice, and I... seemed to repeat this sentence, repeating it for countless years.

This discovery caused some fluctuations in my emotions. I didn't know how to call this fluctuation, so I continued to think about it until a long time ago, and I remembered a word.

Happy!

Yes, this emotion should be called joy. I am very happy because I discovered the origin of the sound, but how did I know the word happiness...

I was confused, so I continued to think, but this time, before I could think of the answer, this dark and nothingness that did not exist in my eyes suddenly... a light appeared!

The light seemed to come from the outside world, reflecting the entire nothingness, and then... it never disappeared, and the entire nothingness also changed at this moment. I saw a finger, which quickly condensed and turned into a hand.

One seemed to be holding my hand, and then I saw my arm and body until my whole body appeared in my eyes. It was a young man, who closed his eyes and did not open it.

I was surprised because this young man felt familiar, but unfamiliar. But before I could continue to think about this, the vain echoed around after the first person appeared.

As the ripples spread, I saw a table, and saw other tables and chairs appearing around, until a teahouse was displayed in front of me. Then the ripples spread again, and other buildings, rivers, trees appeared outside the teahouse, and soon a small town seemed to have been drawn.

Then... the ripples spread out in a large range, and I saw the earth, the sky, other cities, and the reality of a star from vague to reality.

Before it ended, I saw the starry sky outside the star again. In the echo of the ripples, other stars appeared, many, many, and as they appeared one after another, a universe and a world appeared before me.

Then, life appeared.

All living things and all living beings appear at this moment, as if they have not been there before, in every position that needs them, including men and women, old and young, different species, different breaths, but they remain still and have no movement.

And the young man who held me was lying on the table, he didn't move, but he grabbed me tightly, as if he would never let go even when he reached the end of his life.

But I don't like him very much.

Just as I was thinking about why I didn’t like him, the whole world suddenly seemed to be injected with vitality and vitality, and in an instant... all living beings and things started to move.

The wind appeared, the sunlight became softer, the leaves shaking, the river flowed, the singing and laughter, the cry and roar were heard in every corner of the world.

There was a sudden burst of lively sound in the teahouse. At this time, the young man who held me tightly trembled slightly, opened his eyes, and raised his head.

The moment he looked up, I saw his eyes.

I saw myself reflected in my eyes.

It was a black wooden board, which was held tightly by him, and then... I was lifted up and knocked on the table, and a crisp sound came from a bang.

In this sound, the world before me began to continue. I saw that this was called Sun De's life. He became the most popular storyteller in this county. He married the daughter of a wealthy family, inherited the inheritance, had enough food and clothing, and loved his wife for a lifetime until he passed away with a smile at the age of 89.

And I was buried with him because his descendants could not break away from Sun De's fingers.

Although I don't like him, I have to admit that it is quite interesting to watch his performance in this life. As for burying him with him, it's nothing, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared and turned into darkness again, and my consciousness fell into darkness again.

Until I heard a sound.

“Seventy-eight.”

The appearance of this sound seemed to turn into a vortex, pulling me into... the lightless nothingness. I can't remember who I am, I can't remember everything, I'm thinking about a question.

"Who am I...where am I..."

My voice echoed until I thought for a long time, and the light appeared in nothingness, and the world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was the youth formed after a finger slowly spread. He lay on the table, holding me tightly in his hand.

His name is Sun De. I look familiar and strange. His life is very good. He became a storyteller. Although he did not marry the daughter of a wealthy family in a small town, he returned to the capital and passed the exam. Although he was imprisoned in his later years, it was still very exciting. As for me... I was always held in my hands and never left me.

Unfortunately, after his death, the world disappeared and I heard a voice.

“Seventy-seven.”

This voice pulled me back to nothingness until I forgot everything, saw the light, the world, and Sun De.

“Seventy-six.”

...

“Thirty-one.”

...

"fourteen."

...

"three."

After repeated experiences, repeated forgetting, from the fact that I realized something was wrong, until I was not surprised, because I figured it out, I was doing a scene, after this life, I would forget this life, and the special memories of the past and future life...

Strange, how could I feel like this? Why do I know that I am recalling it?

It doesn’t matter if you can’t figure it out, as long as you have a story to read, although this story must be Sun De’s different lives.

But I'm curious whether the first time we met, will there be a different picture appear?
Chapter completed!