Chapter 1251

The cold wind blew through the window, and as the candle flickered, the pages of this Civilization Reincarnation Map were turned.

That map recorded the rise and fall trajectories of all dynasties, and finally, under his organization, they all gathered into a closed circle, like the trajectory drawn by the moon in the long night.

Looking at this circle, he suddenly understood that every word and every reign title in the history books were just traces left by the wheels, and the wheels themselves had never stopped turning.

Thus he supported his sick body and used the last time of his life to carve his lifelong realization on twelve bronze slips.

Even though he knew that the truth he had pursued all his life, and these twelve bronze slips he carved that could resist the power of time, were just a small wave in the long river of reincarnation.

But he still did it.

Those time overlaps blurred by dynasty historians under some power, the truth of destruction covered up by myths, and the same prophecies packaged in different scripts, all revealed their true faces under his carving knife.

When the last knife carved the eight words "All things reincarnate, finally return to one silence," thunderous sounds suddenly came from outside the window!

The rumbling sound exploded in heaven and earth, rain poured down, hitting the earth, hitting the glazed tiles.

That rhythm, that melody, made Chen Mo a bit dazed; he faintly felt that this seemed to have the same rhythm as that rain of destruction recorded in the "Feng Gong" a thousand years ago.

"I am leaving..."

Chen Mo muttered, his life began to extinguish, and the world before his eyes began to blur.

His life was like a boatman trapped in the sea of history, not understood by the world, but he also left some traces.

"Still some regrets..."

Chen Mo said softly.

Thus, in this final time waiting for death to arrive, he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the thunder and rain outside the window.

Perhaps it was the regret in his heart, so there seemed to be a moment, he didn't know if it was blurred, he saw his shadow cast on the wall when the lightning flashed, and it actually overlapped with the records on the bronze slips, with the Nine Bright Divinations of Empress Ling, with the carvings of ancient bone scripts, and with the coiled dragon patterns of the current dynasty's gold foil edicts, overlapping into the same outline.

Chen Mo was startled, and then bright light appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone who tries to grasp the trajectory of history will eventually become the trajectory itself."

Chen Mo smiled.

Letting the coolness of the rainwater spread over the wrinkles on his face, he suddenly felt that he was no longer a boatman trapped in the sea of history, but had turned into the lamp in the boatman's hand.

This lamp might not be able to shine through the eternal fog, but at least it let later generations know that in the gaps between countless destructions and rebirths, someone had stubbornly held up a lamp, in the long river of time, carving a weak but clear trace.

Perhaps in the next millennium, another historian would be organizing ancient books on an autumn night, suddenly seeing this trace, perceiving the lamp fire in time and space.

Finally, like himself, realizing that it was a weak but eternal signal transmitted by countless civilizations in destruction and rebirth.

They would become another self, becoming spiritual friends with someone in the future.

"Enough!"

This realization at this moment was not the ecstasy of sudden enlightenment, but a silence like spring ice melting.

He already understood that every word in the history books was a scale of reincarnation, and the truth he had pursued all his life was never to make all civilizations submit to the same answer.

But to see all answers circulating on the same circle.

This, is Guiyi.

At this moment, the candle in the post station flickered, as if the shadows of countless dynasties were overlapping into the same silhouette of reincarnation in the light and shadow.

The candle fire and starlight illuminated each other, and in the brilliance, it seemed that a jasper cicada was flashing within.

And Chen Mo, with a smile, closed his eyes.

The cicada chirping, still.

The cicada wings, also.

Scene by scene, bit by bit, piece by piece, all reflecting the colorful lives of different people who had the same source in different time and spaces, but evolved due to various trajectories.

Colorful, each blooming into one Guiyi thought after another.

These thoughts rose from time and space, returning to Xu Qing's consciousness, making his consciousness constantly grow, making him experience various lives, and even making his aura become invisible hands, plucking the strings of the Constitution time and time again.

More and more notes were played, finally weaving into a song, wanting to play a masterpiece named "Law."

But... the brewing of this sound was continuous, but the sound could never be transmitted.

Because...

"Still missing one."

Xu Qing opened his eyes and looked at the nothingness.

That was himself in the last time and space; he had never formed the thought of Guiyi, even with the guidance of the God of Pain's authority, he still could not sway his thoughts.

He was a painter.

Once, the old man who burned all the paintings and drew the word "One" on a piece of rice paper.

And now, there were five more strokes on the rice paper.

"One" became "Come."

That first stroke was also the first stroke of the word "Come."

This was an invitation, spanning time and space.

Thus, after gazing, Xu Qing stood up and walked one step toward the nothingness.

This step walked into time and space, walked into the parallel, and appeared in the study of the old painter.

The moment he appeared, the old man who had paused his brush on the rice paper raised his head, the wrinkles on his face blooming, looking at Xu Qing, and smiled.

"I have waited for you for a long time for this stroke."

"And don't you open your mouth, just listen to me."

"I learned to paint when I was young, reached the peak, used painting as a boundary, and realized the operation of heaven and earth in my old age..."

"And in my paintings, I saw all living beings, I saw everything, such as that Liu Xuanji, such as that Chen Mo, and even, I saw you..."

"And then, I burned everything and sat here, because I understand that I and the world I am in perhaps never existed; it is because you needed us to exist, so we existed."

"As for what you need, I saw it from the painting twenty years ago."

After speaking, the old painter raised his hand, took out a new piece of rice paper, took a deep breath, ground the ink, finally picked up the brush, dipped it in ink on the rice paper in front of him, and drew abruptly.

It was not a masterpiece of a prosperous age, but a few simple strokes, outlining one small grid after another.

Then he paused, and then the old painter dipped in new ink and drew a line directly!

This line connected all the small grids!

These strokes seemed to use up his remaining strength; as he dropped the brush, his aura began to dissipate, and even the brush in his hand could not be held, only the old voice echoed hoarsely in the study.

"Guiyi, not only space, but also time."

"Time is a line, it has no present, no past, no future."

"Space is small grids; they were originally static, but because of a line of time, after being connected, they moved."

"Like this painting, each of those small grids contains ourselves, containing from beginning to end."

"A line of time connects all the small grids; this is the complete life of all time-space parallels."

"Therefore, our path is to extract and absorb this line of time, letting ourselves be time."

"Next, is to absorb all the small grids that have become static."

"After doing these, it is achieving the Guiyi of parallels; you, become the only one."

"I would like to call this unique state... Dimension!"

"That is our Tenth Extreme!"

The old painter closed his eyes after saying the last word.

In the study, Xu Qing stepped forward, gazing at the rice paper, and the world... began to shatter!