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

"cough cough"

As the knife flashed, Ji Mo, with a brief moment of clarity, twisted his body and dodged it.

He frowned, and at the moment of dodging, his peripheral vision caught sight of the thin boy.

"Alas, the worst result still happened."

At this moment, Ji Mo was powerless to deal with this attack.

The severe blood loss had already exhausted him, and running with injuries had also drained his energy.

All we can do now is a desperate struggle.

"Is there any backup plan?"

“It seems to be gone.”

The knife light attacked again, and Ji Mo dragged his tired body to dodge again, and the remaining spiritual energy was about to be exhausted after dodging again and again.

His eyes turned gray, as if the colors of the world had been sucked away by an invisible hand.

The knife flashed again and again, the speed was not fast, and the force was not strong. If he was in his prime, it would only take a few moves to kill this man, but for him now, it was so difficult to dodge.

Perhaps this is exactly what the old saying means: a tiger in plain land is bullied by dogs.

There was no way around it. Being weak was being weak, and just running away had drained all his strength.

Time slowed down, and the thin boy's swing of the long sword seemed to gradually stop. This time, he could not dodge.

Both his physical strength and spiritual energy were exhausted, but he smiled as he looked at his impending death.

"Will you die?"

"But it doesn't look like it's going to kill me."

"It felt more like they were going to chop off my legs, and then thinking about my severed right arm, it was like enlightenment at the end of the season."

"Do you want to live, or do you like to kill?"

In the remaining time, Ji Mo was still thinking about the other party's behavioral logic, and he smiled lightly.

"You're about to die, and you're still thinking about this."

He closed his eyes, and memories from the past emerged one by one.

Time seems to flow backwards, and the images hidden in the deep sea of memory emerge, like a replay of memories before death.

From the Ruoshui Secret Realm to the Elders' special training, from falling off a cliff to the death of parents, from returning to the Ji family to having fun in the mountains.

Many vague memories emerged before his eyes one by one. He seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, being wrapped by the current and sinking to the bottom. He felt depressed yet relieved, as if he had put down countless burdens.

"I'm going to die."

He stretched out his palm and touched the gradually receding memories, just like when he was a child, he stretched out his palm to grasp the stars in the sky, small and innocent.

"But it seems that there are still many things that have not been done."

Reaching the ninth level, the hope of resurrection, the conditions of the nine-tailed demon fox, none of them could be achieved.

"Is this how I'm going to die?"

The cold lake water drowned him and carried him into the endless abyss.

Consciousness gradually faded, leaving only a voice calling softly.

"Gulu gulu..."

A distant and ethereal voice came into Ji Mo's mind through the lake, "Wake up, don't sleep." A gentle push came from the side, as if someone was pulling at his clothes.

Tired, Ji Mo slowly opened his eyes. His throat and eyes were dry and painful, as if he had not rested for a long time.

He sat up tiredly, but could not see the person who called him. There was only a flagpole beside him, with a pure white flag hanging on it fluttering in the wind.

A glimpse came from the end of the distant world. An incandescent light shone from the flagpole, and cracks appeared in the flagpole, as if the dust and filth accumulated in the past were shattered in the light.

【Impermanence】ushers in new changes from a long silence, whispering softly in Ji Mo's mind.

In the real world, Ji Mo, who was standing still and seemed to have given up struggling, had his eyes slightly moved. An incandescent light shone in his lifeless eyes, as if a newborn sun illuminated everything in the world. A person-high flagpole of immortality condensed from nothingness and inserted into the soil in front of him. The young man wielding a long sword was dispersed by an invisible force before he could get close. He was driven away without resistance or doubt, leaving behind only endless fear.

The illusory sun condensed from the crown. At this moment, Ji Mo seemed to have really turned into the king of heaven and earth. Violent wind emanated from around him, and thick white mist spread all around. Ji Mo's figure was no longer seen.

The boss sat on the ground in fear, gasping for breath. The long sword in his hand had turned into pieces at some point and scattered all over the ground. The strong pressure almost made him feel that death was coming.

The other young man was not good at fighting, so he had no intention of taking action from the beginning. At this moment, he fell from the dry tree, supported the boss, and looked at the sweat flowing from the other's body, just like taking a shower.

He asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

His realm was not as high as the boss's, nor was it close to the end of the season. His eyes had been blank since the incandescent light appeared. He did not see anything about what happened and just thought it was a means of escape for the end of the season.

When I woke up, I saw the terrified boss lying on the ground.

The boss didn't reply. He covered his chest with trembling hands, feeling his heart nearly explode. He gasped for breath, as if still immersed in a nightmare. His voice was hoarse and trembling, "Water...water."

The voice was so small and unclear that it took the boy several tries to understand what he meant.

He hurriedly took out a glass of water from the storage ring and fed it to his mouth.

After drinking the water, the boss was obviously much calmer. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and stood up tremblingly. The young man supported the boss who was still unsteady and heard a terrified reply in his ears.

“Run, run away…”

"So, this is the intelligence you detected?"

In the dark room, he asked calmly with his hands behind his back, staring at the paintings on the wall.

The servant, kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed to the ground, replied tremblingly, "Yes..., sir."

The middle-aged man with his back to him turned around, staring at the servant with his only remaining eye. His majestic gaze made the servant tremble even more, and sweat fell from his body and dripped to the ground.

The long silence frightened the servant, and in his panic he forgot the previous rules. He raised his head and looked timidly at the head of the family, trying to understand what he meant.

The head of the family threw all the information and miscellaneous items on the table to the ground, gnashing his teeth and saying, "Waste!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"So many people, so much money spent, and still Ji Mo ran away?" The master's anger made the servant tremble even more. He almost cried, and his body was shaking as if it was about to fall apart.

The angry owner smashed everything and even drew the sword from his waist to split his favorite wooden table in half. Only then did his anger gradually subside.

He looked at the trembling servant with cold eyes, "Keep investigating, keep searching, I want to see the person alive, or the body if he's dead."

At some point, a servant came out of the room. The cold wind blew across his cheeks, making his wet clothes ice-cold. This was the first time he saw the head of the family so angry. Fortunately, the Ji family was not as murderous as the Fang family, so it did not become one of the people who smashed the table. After he came out, his legs were still shaking, and the sweat he produced was like being wet by rain. For the first time, he felt that being alive was so beautiful.