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

"How do you tell it?"

"It's actually very simple. This world has an underlying logic, or order, that never changes."

"Humans, if they wish to acquire greater power, must inevitably give up something. The greater their power, the further they become from their true self."

"Of course, it's not just humans, demonic beasts exist as well."

"I don't know if you've heard of this, but starting from the sixth level, it's not enough to store enough spiritual energy to achieve a breakthrough."

"Since the sixth transformation, the state of mind has played a significant role."

"State of mind?"

Bai Shui listened carefully to Zhao Ruoxi's story, with more and more doubts in his eyes.

Zhao Ruoxi nodded with a smile on her face, "Yes, it's the state of mind."

"In fact, there are more than six transformations. From the moment a person is born, they gradually gain spiritual intelligence and develop a state of mind."

"The so-called state of mind is nothing more than the perception of life experiences, the reflection on past events, and the resulting behavior."

Zhao Ruoxi raised her finger and pointed at the clouds. The clouds quickly reversed, and the cold winter disappeared, returning to the vibrant spring. "You see, the joy that spring represents is one of these."

"Of course, this is just what's manifested in the secret realm, and it doesn't represent everyone's state of mind."

"Whether it's spring, summer, autumn or winter, it's just a screening tool."

"Everyone has their moments of joy, so everyone continues to exist in the spring."

Then she slid her fingers, the clouds and mist shattered, and then reorganized in a moment. Baishui saw the orange-red cat with its hair standing up by the lake again.

A huge illusory figure emerged behind the orange cat, and blazing flames condensed from nothingness, turning into an everlasting fire that burned everything so violently.

"Summer's frenzy. In this world, most people's lives aren't what they'd hoped for. Some people will show their inner rage, whether it's a quick temper, a snarling attitude, or the thrill of beating and killing others. A significant number of people wouldn't go that far, but still harbor these emotions. Smashing furniture, hurting themselves, are all ways to vent. Others bottle it up, suppressing their violent outbursts."

"The scorching summer sun is the most brutal way to bring them out. If you have enough resentment built up in your heart, you will also be affected by it."

Hearing this, Bai Shui seemed to understand something. The confusion in her eyes dissipated slightly, replaced by a hint of shock.

She asked in disbelief, "So, the raging fire burned them all?"

"Yes."

"The anger that accumulates in your heart, whether you vent it or not, as long as you indulge in it and cannot get rid of it, one day it will burn you out."

Then the clouds and mist broke apart again, forming a new picture. On a thin branch, a bird with a cat's head looked with its sharp eyes towards the raging fire not far away.

But after a moment, the raging fire broke through the barrier and poured into this pure land, burning everything to ashes. The owl that resisted the fire also burned in the flames, and its dry body fell from the tree. Only its gentle smile was still looking at the small tree beside it.

Amidst the raging fire, a figure emerged faintly from among the dry and cracked trees. The burnt trees grew rapidly from the ground. Time seemed to have reversed, and everything returned to the time before the raging fire.

The thin figure stood there quietly, the fruits of the harvest fell from the sky, and the dim light illuminated her figure, stretching it extremely long and making her look very lonely.

"This is autumn melancholy. After venting anger, one doesn't feel the relief one imagined, but only endless emptiness. Sensitive people will regret their previous actions. They don't understand why they did it, or what the meaning of doing it is, and so they feel regret and melancholy."

"But most people don't think this far. People who are lost in anger will just repeat themselves like a machine, constantly repeating the practices that satisfy themselves, constantly hurting others to get what they want."

"Of course, this doesn't mean that melancholy is more powerful than mania, but in this secret realm, only after the arrival of autumn can one survive longer."

"So, do you understand?"

Zhao Ruoxi looked at Bai Shui with gentle eyes and pursed her lips, the message implied in her lips seemed to encourage Bai Shui to speak out the results of his insights.

Bai Shui looked at Zhao Ruoxi and was silent for a moment. His eyes were blurry and he spoke uncertainly, "So, the selection in the secret realm is to find those who can usher in winter and despair?"

A crisp snap of fingers echoed in the blank world, "Yes!"

"so smart."

"The so-called rotation of the four seasons is nothing more than filtering out those who are not needed and leaving behind those who are needed."

"And we, lacking the despair inherent in winter, are rejected by this world, imprisoned here, waiting for everything to end."

The scene in the white fog changed again, and Baishui looked at the crows soaring in the sky with mixed feelings.

"So, he's also desperate?"

Zhao Ruoxi followed Bai Shui's gaze to the picture in the white mist and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"I don't know what happened to him, but Shenli has been very rare since ancient times. Even in the way of refining the spirit, it is an extremely rare existence. I have never seen one since I was born, not even one that is only one step away from Shenli. I only heard from my father that in ancient times, there was a person who used Shenli to accommodate both good and evil, but ultimately due to the limitations of the world, he could not enter the realm of fusion.

Zhao Ruoxi said with some emotion, her eyes seemed to go back countless years, looking at the tall figure in front of her, his emerald green eyes looking at her, there was a hint of emotion and a hint of loneliness in his gentle eyes. He sat on the stool beside the bed, and told her what happened countless years ago in a gentle voice, coaxing her like a bedtime story.

While still in deep thought, the corners of Zhao Ruoxi's mouth suddenly stiffened. She suddenly remembered something. When her father was coaxing her to sleep, he told her about his lover when he was young, and he showed that expression. Later, he even didn't dare to face her mother, and then ran away everywhere, and even didn't want his lovely daughter!

Zhao Ruoxi's gentle expression turned into gnashing of teeth, "What a scumbag!"

"Bad thing!" Bai Shui looked at Zhao Ruoxi's sudden change of expression in confusion, but he didn't know what she was thinking.

She smiled wryly, carefully recalling the rumors of the past few years: "Indeed, after such drastic changes, how can we be positive? Shouldn't despair be the norm?"