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Chapter 464
Chapter 464: Hundred Flowers
Under the Tree of Enlightenment, Ye Bei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea lightly.
Wang An, who was sitting opposite, closed his eyes tightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead continued to increase.
The snow-white hair on his head started to fall out a little bit, and his hair became very sparse.
"Little An."
No one knew how long it took. As Ye Bei put down the teacup gently, he yelled softly in his mouth.
The moment his voice fell, Wang An, who was sitting opposite, immediately opened his eyes slowly.
"Master, do you call me?" Wang An asked.
"En."
Ye Bei nodded and asked easily, "Do you have any feelings?"
"Not yet. Under this Tree of Enlightenment, I feel that my mood has been improved as never before. I feel that there is no other person in the whole world except me. At the same time, there is also a feeling of desire-less, just like the same state as a sage in the legend who just wants to sit there quietly, doing nothing, thinking about nothing."
"In fact, this is also a kind of sentiment." Ye Bei said lightly.
Sage state? Speaking of it, Ye Bei was in this state many times, without desire and feeling.
"Master, the old servant is illiterate." Some doubts appeared on Wang An's face.
"It doesn't need to be clear. In fact, many things are already doomed. For example, someone can realize success, and someone is doomed to fail. I wake you up mainly because of one thing..."
"What's the matter, Master?" Wang An was slightly surprised.
"The end of the era has begun, the vision has appeared." Ye Bei muttered in a low voice.
"Huh?" Wang An exclaimed, "Then Master, what do I need to do?"
"Not needed yet." Ye Bei's voice was very soft.
Only at this moment, Wang An felt more and more at a loss.
"Master, what does the vision refer to? You said in Area 51, there are characters from other dimensions that are about to appear in this era and want to replace the people in this era?" Wang An couldn't help asking.
"Yes, nor is it." Ye Bei's answer was very vague.
Wang An took a breath. At this moment, he always felt that something was not so real.
"Master, do we need to go somewhere?" Wang An continued to ask.
Ye Bei's eyes were faint, "After the Tree of Enlightenment withers, we will leave."
"Yes, Master."
...
The Pacific Ocean, a small island, above the ruins.
At this moment, the breath of death continued to spread, and there were no living people on the entire island.
But at this moment, on this island, there was a huge rock that was emitting a colorful light under the daylight, which was peculiar to the extreme.
And in that stone, there was another different space.
Inside was a sea of flowers.
Looking at it, it was endless, the flowers here included all the types on the earth, besides, there were countless other flowers that could not be named.
The air here was filled with a sweet floral fragrance, which made people feel slightly drunk.
But in addition to the endless sea of flowers, there were also no living things to see.
There was dead silence everywhere.
...
"Is this place heaven? Maybe when the airliner exploded, I was already dead, and then my soul came to this place? The scenery is really beautiful, but... it's too quiet!"
In the sea of flowers, next to a stone, Xu Qiuhua looked at the scene in front of her. After recovering, her body jerked slightly, feeling that everything had become unreal, and her mouth opened again and again.
Not long after, Xu Qiuhua squatted down, trying to pick a flower on the ground with her hands.
However, when she stretched out her hand and was about to touch the flower, the flower became virtual and could not be grasped at all.
"Where is this place? There are flowers beside it, and I can still smell a strong fragrance, but I can't touch it?" Xu Qiuhua stood up straight, and the doubt on her face quickly deepened.
Huhu...
Just when she was full of puzzles, a breeze blew across the sea of flowers.
"Millions of years have passed. I didn't expect that after so many years, someone finally came here."
With the breeze blowing, a hoarse and old female voice resounded from all sides of the sea of flowers.josei
This voice seemed to have peculiar magic. When it resounded, it could hit the soul directly.
"Who is it?"
When Xu Qiuhua heard this sound, her body trembled suddenly, and her eyes were filled with panic. She couldn't help but yell, and at the same time, her body kept turning, trying to find the source of the sound.
Unfortunately, there was still no living thing except the endless sea of flowers.
"I am a person in another era. In your concept, I have been dead for millions of years. I am right in front of you. It's just that we are separated by a vast space and time. You can't see me naturally. However, I can see you."
That voice appeared again. The words in it made Xu Qiuhua even more puzzled. She didn't understand it at all.
"Am I dead? Also, I don't understand what you are talking about." Xu Qiuhua said.
"You don't need to understand. Since you can come here, it proves that we are destined, and that our Hundred Flowers Sect's heritage can be revived in a new era. Although there is a change of time and space, there are some things I want you to accept." The voice continued with a sigh.
"Ah? But I didn't do anything." Xu Qiuhua became more confused.
"Since you came in here, some things have already been doomed. When our era died, our Sect Master and all the disciples had exhausted their lives to create such a small world." In the hoarse voice, there was a feeling of sadness.
And after the sound fell, Xu Qiuhua only felt a sudden "chirp" in her ear before a silver ball of light the size of a thumb hovered right in front of her out of thin air, and then, that ball of light burst wildly toward Xu Qiuhua's head.
Xu Qiuhua stood on the spot, her whole body stunned, her eyes widened and her thoughts blank.
But in her mind, there was an extremely vast memory.
It was a shining era.
In that era, the Hundred Flowers Sect only occupied a small place, but everyone in it was fluttering in white, possessing spells, and able to fly to the sky, just like the legendary mythical age.