It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Chapter 609 The Return of Memory

Every name is a beating heart and a silent oath, turning into a spot of light blooming and shining on the gate.

Their names gradually intertwined like eternal brands.

Finally, these rays of light converged together and condensed into a dazzling golden light.

In the end, only a golden name was left on the door.

That is——Xiao Huai.

The golden words looked like a covenant of fate written by the gods themselves.

At that moment, all the light suddenly froze and the world seemed to stand still.

All the blessings in the past have turned into this name, Xiao Huai, carrying the expectations and blessings of countless people.

Then, Lu Qian and the others' bodies began to gradually dissipate, like tiny points of light floating in the air, and eventually melted into nothingness.

It was an irresistible force, a decision that could not be turned back.

Everyone knew that their strength had been integrated into this light. They would become the lights guiding Xiao Huai forward and the light that would never go out behind him.

They can come back.

Theoretically, it is possible, but it is almost impossible.

Because at this moment, their souls and strength have been completely injected into Sima Ming.

Before all this was accomplished, they were no longer the same people they once were. All that remained were one wish after another, lingering around Xiao Huai and turning into an eternal light on his future path.

·Nothingness·

Sima Ming's light suddenly increased greatly, and the light of the main system was suppressed at that moment.

The voting had not yet ended and the system had not displayed the results, but the sound was made directly.

[The eighteenth instance has been opened and will be transferred in ten seconds]

The main system disappeared after saying the last sentence.

"Good luck, Xiao Huai."

【Welcome to the world of horror games】

[You have reached the eighteenth level——]

[Land of Chaos]

The sky was gray and swallowed by thick clouds, making the whole world feel gloomy.

There was no wind and a dead atmosphere filled the air.

Xiao Huai took a light step, and the ground beneath his feet was not the ground, but the air as transparent as glass.

Every inch of the ground is silently disappearing and reborn, and it seems that it will never settle down.

Tombs were suspended in the air, drifting alone in the gray sky, covered with thick dust.

There was no name on it, and it looked as if no name had ever been engraved on it.

There were several rusty weapons scattered on the ground. They had no owner and lay there quietly like abandoned corpses.

The junction between the hilt and the blade has long been corroded, and it has been forgotten for who knows how many years.

[Please follow the instructions to go to the Sandbox Amusement Park]

The tomb began to float, as if guiding Xiao Huai.

Soon after, he saw a small sandbox.

Xiao Huai came to the sand table and ran his hand across the sand.

The sand flowed like water and began to gather spontaneously as the guidance changed, as if some invisible force was controlling the sand.

[Please create an ideal country, countdown: 30 minutes]

ideal country.

When Xiao Huai heard this task, he smiled lightly.

The sand slowly slid down from his fingertips. With each grain of sand that fell, he could feel a wonderful power flowing, as if the whole world was responding to his thoughts.

There are no fixed rules, no established frameworks, only endless possibilities.

However, the ideal country is ultimately a different picture in everyone's mind, and no one can define it.

Everyone’s ideal country has a different appearance and a different face.

"It is now." Xiao Huai said to himself, his voice gentle.

The sandbox did not eventually form a building and remained as it was.

Although it seems like you have nothing, you can have everything.

As long as you want to create, you can create.

"My ideal country," he murmured softly, "this is it."

Chaos in everyone's mind means confusion and disorder, but sometimes, disorder is also a kind of order.

Just like this sandbox, even if there is nothing in it, it can still be an ideal country.

The countdown stops at this moment.

The grains of sand surged like waves, and gradually they became smooth and bright, eventually forming a surface as smooth as a mirror.

On the mirror, Xiao Huai's reflection reflected a world.

When Xiao Huai stared at the mirror, his pupils dilated slightly.

The sun shines through the mirror, creating a myriad of golden rays, making the world sparkle brilliantly.

Before my eyes was a towering tree, deeply rooted in the earth, with lush branches and leaves, but extremely cold.

A man leaned against the big tree, his long white hair fluttering gently in the wind, like flowing snow, soft and quiet.

But there were several distinct scars on his body, with winding wounds and bruises outlining the signs of unhealed wounds.

He had tried to break free, but every attempt resulted in even more cruel punishment.

There were heavy chains around his ankles, the black iron rings tightly clasped against his skin, and each chain was so heavy it was suffocating.

The iron chains were wrapped around his legs, and the bells on the chains rang gently in the wind.

He stood alone, silently enduring the endless punishment, like a forgotten soul.

There is a kind of sadness hidden deep in the heart in the dark eyes.

Xiao Huai stretched out his hand, and at that moment, it seemed as if someone in the mirror also stretched out his hand, and their hands seemed to overlap.

Then the scene changed, the world in the mirror became pitch black, and sounds began to be heard all around.

"Hey, I advise you to stop spying on that Chaos God. He's just a tool. What will happen if the seal is broken without him?"

Suddenly, a voice very similar to Xiao Huai's, but even colder, sounded:

"Does he have to bear all the consequences?"

Someone on the other side seemed to start laughing: "What else, do you want to come?"

At this moment, a pair of red eyes appeared in the mirror.

"I don't understand."

The surrounding voices finally ended with these words.

But the eyes in the mirror did not disappear. Xiao Huai followed the red eyes and looked to the east, where there was a string of scarlet footprints.

He took a step forward unconsciously, driven by some emotion in his heart.

It's like a call, like the guidance of fate.

And all these footprints overlapped with his own.