Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

〖Ke Ke suggests that it is better to escape first. At worst, after the planet collapses, you can obtain energy and materials from the residue to continue interstellar travel!〗

Keke was very anxious and kept circling around Lin Mo frantically, because she had no way to protect Lin Mo from death during the collapse and explosion of a planet.

"I know, Keke, don't say anything from now on, let me do it..." Lin Mo pulled the noisy Keke down and stuffed her back into his arms.

Keke was like a puppy, lying on his collar with a wronged look on her face, until he gently touched her head, and she felt a little better.

The old man looked at the scene in front of him, with a warm smile on his face, as if he was engraving out some beautiful memories in his memory and taking care of them one by one at this moment.

Lin Mo's eyes went dark. Somehow, a faint red light emerged from his heart and connected with the old man's chest. At this moment, he and the old man in front of him seemed to have triggered some kind of resonance.

This accident was so sudden that Lin Mo didn't have time to react.

The next moment, countless memory fragments rushed along the strange red line and were swallowed by his body one by one. Countless revolving images flashed before his eyes...

"Jibril, I'm dying... but I haven't succeeded yet in reviving you..."

A middle-aged man, spitting blood from his mouth, half-knelt in front of a broken robot, crying in pain.

"Jibril, I'm useless. I can't do it. I can't do anything..."

The man had grown a little older and looked to be about fifty years old, but his gray hair and wrinkled face made him look older than his actual age.

"Jibril, they said no, you are already dead. Even those intelligent life forms on the Screw Star can't revive you?"

The man was already sixty years old. He looked even older, leaning on a cane, and his cloudy eyes were filled with grief and pain.

"Jibril, I am unwilling, but in the end, I will not die like this. I want to plant a seed of hope..."

The man stood on a desolate planet and buried a pair of dull mechanical wings with his own hands.

"Jibril, a group calling themselves the 『Liu Guang Yi Ting』 came to me. They said they wanted to buy my memories. Those are important memories between you and me. How can I sell them to others casually?"

The man could no longer stand. He pushed his wheelchair, stroking a photo frame in his hand, looking at a beautiful little courtyard, in a daze...

"Jibril, I promised them. Since Master Boshi cannot help me save you, I can only try the power of Star God Fuli. No matter what the cost, I will try... This is the last, I hope that thousands of years later, we can meet again under the starry sky..."

The old man was lying on the bed, and beside him seemed to be a circle of special life forms made of crystal. Lin Mo wanted to take a closer look, but found that he could not see their outlines clearly no matter what.

What a clear and passionate emotion it was!

His body greedily "ate" this memory...

It was as if a huge rock had hit the ocean of my mind, instantly causing huge waves!

Lin Mo suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his heart. The almost endless regret and unwillingness came like a tide and drowned him in an instant. His eyes were stained with a dark "nothingness", which was the purest power of nothingness.

Irresistible, powerless to resist!

He fell to his knees weakly, tears and blood oozing from the corners of his eyes.

"Master! Master!"

〖What’s wrong with you, Master!〗

"What have you done to your master, you old man?"

Ke Ke rushed to the old man angrily and punched and kicked him on the head, but unfortunately her small fists could not hurt the old man in soul state.

The old man stared blankly at the empty red line on his chest and couldn't help but sigh. He pushed the wheelchair and pressed a button on it. A ray of light shone down from the dome. The next moment, the old man appeared beside Lin Mo and patted his shoulder. A warm current instantly flowed through his body, temporarily dispelling this ray of pure "nothingness"!

"Oh - young man, sometimes you feel the same way as others about everything. It will be very...uneasy for you to live like this!" the old man murmured.

"Thank you!" Lin Mo breathed in the fresh air in big gulps, and suddenly remembered his master's admonition to him: "Strength cannot fight against nothingness! Only existence can. Seize every beautiful moment in life and save them. They will be your life-saving straw when you are drifting on the sea of nothingness!"

Only then did Lin Mo understand the weight of his master's words!

Compared to the horror of being devoured by the power of nothingness and even having one's existence wiped out, death is completely... not worth mentioning!

"My dear Lin Mo, come here. I have been waiting for you. Finally, I want to put an end to this farce!" The old man slowly pushed the wheelchair and walked in front of Lin Mo.

"Old sir, did you predict that I would come here?" Lin Mo frowned slightly and followed the old man.

Is it true that there is a way to predict the future in this world?

The old man smiled and said, "It's not that I can predict it, but anyone can come. As long as you open the door behind you, it can be anyone, a pig, a dog, a dolphin, a tsunami, or an earthquake. It's all fine!"

"As long as I open this door, I can put an end to my past childishness. I have waited for this moment for too long..."

Lin Mo remained silent and followed the old man obediently.

They passed through several closed doors and came to a bright corridor.

As soon as the old man walked through the door, he stopped in front of the first mural on the wall, his old eyes filled with tears.

"My dear friend Lin Mo, as a reward for helping me end everything, I will give you a gift, but before that, please take a look at my past!"

The old man paused and continued.

"My father once said that death is not the end of life, only oblivion is. When I was young, I didn't agree with this, but now I have deeply felt it..."

Lin Mo followed his gaze and saw that the mural slowly moved in the manner of a magical stop-motion movie, with even sound remaining.

At this moment, a head popped out from his arms and said with a smile:

〖This is a very old way of recording, mural film, which was very popular in the universe for a while. This antique is also very rare!〗

Lin Mo nodded and looked at the story on the mural carefully. A lot of the old man’s memory fragments were “eaten” by him because of the strange red line of nothingness, but because the process was too rough, he could not connect the pictures together.

It’s like randomly extracting some images from a stop-motion animation. To put them together into a memory, you need more than just imagination.