If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Ever since I acquired [Heart Flame], I have been in this state at the end of the season.

The memories in your heart will appear in your mind under the stimulation of [Heart Flame].

The end of the season is tormented by memories that I don’t want to remember.

At the end of the season, his palm slowly raised.

A tiny flame burned from the palm of his hand.

"Heart Flame?"

He clenched his fist and the flames dissipated.

He stood up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room tiredly.

The occasional stabbing pain in his head made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Three days have passed since the union with [Heart Flame].

The rewards for the competition had already been distributed, but he was in a coma at the end of the season, and the academy did not intend to delay the distribution of the rewards because of him.

So, even though he was ranked first, he didn't appear on the podium at the end of the season.

Look at that lively scene.

At the end of the season, I did not go to the podium to receive the magical weapon awarded by the academy, but chose it myself.

However, the academy's special personnel personally selected two extremely suitable magical weapons according to the abilities used in the end-of-season competition.

There was even nothing wrong with it at the end of the season.

The first one is [Fire Binder], an auxiliary magic weapon.

Its main use is to mobilize spiritual energy when casting [Red Flame Spear] at the end of the season to reduce its own consumption.

You can also store a [Red Flame Spear] in [Fire Guide] for emergency use.

The second item is called [Fire Cloud]. When used, it will create a fire cloud that can block all surrounding vision for a short period of time. It can also be combined with [Flying Sand and Rocks] for stronger control.

Both items are bell-shaped, small, and very easy to carry.

Looking at these two magical weapons, Ji Mo nodded with satisfaction.

For him, the second-level magic weapon is actually not of much use. The truly precious one in the competition is the third-level personal magic weapon made by the master himself during the third transformation.

As for the second level, there are not many people who practice fire arts in the academy, and there are not many magic weapons that can be used. These two are relatively good.

Ji Mo no longer paid attention to this matter. He came to the edge of Lingtan and sat cross-legged.

After the burning of [Heart Flame], his Dantian has been perfected and has the ability to reach the middle stage of the second transformation.

The negative effects of [Heart Flame] are terrifying, but at the same time, it is just a way to stimulate spiritual energy.

While [Heart Flame] is burning, it is also indirectly catalyzing its own spiritual energy to the most powerful state.

After this battle, Ji Mo's will and spiritual energy were also strengthened.

He reached the middle of the second transformation even earlier than Ji Wuming, who had been immersed in it for a long time.

After a night of practice, Ji Mo sucked up all the spiritual energy in the spiritual pond, and he successfully reached the middle stage of the second transformation.

Feeling the stronger power in his body, Ji Mo sighed softly.

"Is this what they call losing something in one place and gaining something in another?"

After several days of integration, Ji Mo no longer rejected [Heart Flame].

The two merged with each other, except that the memories in the mind would be provoked by the [Heart Flame] from time to time.

It made the mentality a little unstable at the end of the season, but there were almost no side effects.

At the end of the season, I don’t know what the situation is, and I don’t know if it is getting better or worse.

It was impossible for him to ask Lin Kong.

Just thinking about what Lin Kong said at that time, it didn’t feel like a good thing.

But now that things have come to this, there is no room for regret.

Ji Mo got up and left Lingtan, looking at the prepared food in the living room and Lin Miaomiao sleeping in a chair.

A little at a loss, he didn't know what to say. He just took out a blanket from the room and gently covered Lin Miaomiao's body with it.

The experiences of the past few days have changed my mentality drastically at the end of the season.

Perhaps it was from past memories, or perhaps it was what Lin Kong once said: "We will all die a miserable death." Or perhaps it was from the torture of the [Heart Flame].

At the end of the season, I just felt my body was heavy.

It felt like there was an invisible thing pressing on my back.

He always sighs inadvertently.

To the point that I was a little confused.

"What's wrong with me?"

After a quick meal at the end of the season, he returned to his room, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

Want to get rid of fatigue.

Just after closing my eyes, the images in my mind emerged one by one.

It makes Ji Mo feel extremely irritable and unable to sleep.

At this moment, even though he no longer sat cross-legged and practiced meditation, the spiritual energy was constantly nourishing his body.

[Heart Flame] is like a mind method with consciousness, running all the time, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, allowing Ji Mo's Dantian to continue to grow stronger. Ji Mo also happened to learn the [Seclusion Technique]. With the two combined, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy is almost the same as before.

This is also the reason why one can break through the realm in just a few days at the end of the season.

He became increasingly irritable at the end of the season, with a lot of anger hidden in his heart, making it even more difficult for him to fall asleep.

The burning fire above his dantian made him feel hot and unbearable, and he became extremely irritable.

There were huge waves in the sea of consciousness.

At the end of the season, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to control my emotions and achieve a brief moment of peace.

But found that it had no effect.

His mind seemed to be controlled by someone else, and scenes from his memory kept emerging, especially those that made him feel painful.

It was on endless repetition in his mind.

Qing Yuan watched silently in the blank space.

The consciousness at the end of the season is extremely chaotic.

Suddenly, the golden light in the sea of consciousness seemed to sense something.

They flickered again, illuminating the world with golden light.

A cool breeze blew from afar, smoothing the waves on the lake.

The flame above Dantian slowly subsided and it was no longer hot.

Ji Mo's consciousness gradually calmed down, and he came to the sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden light transformed into countless stars, shining brightly in the sky.

At the end of the season, he didn't know what had happened. He sat on the ground silently, looking up at the sky.

Golden spots of light covered his surroundings, like countless gazes looking at him with love.

A breeze blew from afar, brushing across his cheeks and blowing away the sweat beads on them.

Slowly, golden light fell from the sky and merged into the flowers, trees, and lake water in the sea of consciousness.

The light spots just above Ji Mo converged and condensed onto his body, transforming into a thin golden coat.

At the end of the season, my consciousness gradually became blurred.

He lay on the ground, his eyes slowly closed, his arms raised, his fingers moving slightly, as if trying to grab something.

Only the breeze passed through his fingers, causing ripples on the lake.

The season ends here in a deep sleep.

And it originated from the letter handwritten by Grandpa Ji Mo.

It floats into the sky without wind.

The flames burned from the corners until the envelope was completely consumed.

The last trace disappeared into thin air.

In the sea of consciousness, Ji Mo had a dream he had never seen before.

He was in the mountains and on top of the mountains, holding a crude bow and arrow, shooting at the stars in the sky.

Beside him stood a kind old man with a thin body. His palms gently rested on Ji Mo's shoulders, constantly adjusting Ji Mo's posture.

The arrow flew into the sky and its trace could never be found again. A cool breeze blew from afar, wrapping up Ji Mo and dissipating the heat in his body.