Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Qin Ming squatted down, stretched out his hand, and felt the fur was very soft.

The little black dog lowered its head, sniffed, and nuzzled Qin Ming's palm with its head.

Qin Ming gently stroked its head, and the indescribable feeling in his heart grew even stronger.

A stray black dog can ignite his passion, make him unconsciously walk towards it, and give him this feeling the moment he sees it.

"How could this happen? Do I have some hidden past with this dog?"

Looking at the little black dog, Qin Ming had a variety of thoughts.

"Woof, woof woof!"

The little black dog raised its head, its bright black eyes looking at Qin Ming, and nuzzled Qin Ming's hand affectionately.

"good."

Qin Ming smiled, rubbed the puppy's head, and carefully examined it.

The dog was completely black, with very dark fur, so dark that it wasn't just ordinary black.

Its eyes are very bright, much brighter than those of an average dog, but other than that, it's just an ordinary stray puppy.

Thin, dirty, pitiful, cute.

But for some reason, he felt that it looked familiar.

It wasn't the kind of familiarity you get from seeing it before; it was more of a vague, indescribable feeling.

It's like I knew I'd seen it a long, long time ago.

He frowned.

How could a puppy feel familiar to him?

Just then, Qin Ming's vision blurred, and he seemed to see a majestic figure with his back to all living beings.

Beside this imposing figure was a huge black dog.

This black dog was bigger than a tiger, as strong as a bull, and full of power.

It has a square head, large ears, eyes like copper bells, snow-white and sharp canine teeth, and a long, bright red tongue sticking out.

It is pure black all over, with glossy black fur like silk, and stands upright on its hind legs.

Just as Qin Ming was about to take a closer look, he found that everything in front of him had vanished again.

"this……"

Qin Ming recalled the scene just now, the big black dog, and then looked at the little black dog at his feet. Wasn't this exactly what the little black dog would look like when it grew up?

There are just a lot of larger ones, but the appearance hasn't changed.

"Who is that figure? Is it related to me? Could this be the reason for my sudden impulse?" Qin Ming had some guesses in his mind.

He suspects it's related to a past life.

Reincarnation? Does reincarnation really exist?

Qin Ming is actually someone who doesn't believe in reincarnation, even though his friend Wan Qing is a human form born from an elixir of immortality, and that elixir of immortality is related to the Immortal King.

But he felt that this was not reincarnation, but rather that the former Immortal King had not completely died and was undergoing a transformation and returning to life, just like the transformation on the path to immortality in the mortal world, only the transformation of the elixir of immortality was more thorough.

"And if there is reincarnation, what level would you need? Would a Celestial King be enough?"

Qin Ming felt that even the Celestial King might not be qualified. After all, if the Celestial King were qualified to engage in reincarnation, there wouldn't be so many elixirs of immortality.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about the so-called reincarnation.

He planned to go back and ask his grandfather, the Heavenly Emperor, who might know something.

Qin Ming squatted there, staring at the little black dog for a while, and then suddenly smiled.

He stretched out his hand, and the little black dog came over and sniffed it, then stuck out its tongue and licked his fingers.

"You little guy, you're quite clever." Qin Ming gently patted its head.

The little black dog moved closer to him and started wagging its tail.

It didn't bark or make a fuss; it just quietly stayed close to him, as if it had been waiting for a long time and had finally gotten what it wanted.

Qin Ming felt a stronger inexplicable feeling in his heart. He thought for a moment, then bent down and picked up the little black dog.

"Will you come with me?"

"Waaah."

The little black dog raised its head and actually nodded.

Qin Ming smiled.

"Then come with me. I'm alone, and you're alone too. Oh wait, you're a dog. Let's keep each other company."

Qin Ming carried the little black dog out of the alley, strolled around the city, and bought some food.

After finishing his meal, he gave the little black dog a bath.

After washing, its fur was shiny black, its eyes were round and bright, and it looked much more energetic after being clean.

"We need to give you a name." Qin Ming picked it up, looking it over from left to right. "What should we call you? You're all black, so let's call you Little Black."

Qin Ming wasn't very good at naming things, so he could only come up with one randomly.

The little black dog tilted its head and looked at him, then barked once.

"Okay, then it'll be Little Black."

Little Black barked again, its tail wagging like a windmill.

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heaven.

Jiang Hao was sitting in the back garden drinking tea when he suddenly heard a dog bark.

He looked up and saw Qin Ming walk in from outside, holding a small black dog in his arms.

"Woof, woof!"

It nestled in Qin Ming's arms, peeking out and looking around.

Upon seeing Jiang Hao, it shrank its neck, yet couldn't help but peek out, like a child seeing a stranger, both afraid and curious.

Jiang Hao put down his teacup, looked at the man and the dog with some surprise, and asked curiously.

"When did you get a dog?"

Qin Ming is a cultivation fanatic who always says that cultivation is the best companion, so he doesn't get involved in romantic relationships.

On his cultivation journey, many exceptionally talented women had feelings for Qin Ming, and several even expressed their affections directly, but he rejected them all.

He doesn't keep any animals, saying it's too much trouble, but now he's brought home a little black dog.

Qin Ming put Xiao Hei on the ground and scratched his head: "Just got it."

Jiang Hao raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Why did you suddenly decide to get a dog?"

Qin Ming squatted down and patted Xiao Hei's head.

Xiao Hei rubbed against his palm, squinted its eyes, and looked like it was enjoying itself.

"I don't know why, I just find it pleasing to the eye. It's all alone, which is kind of pitiful. Anyway, I live alone, so having a dog for company is nice."

Qin Ming paused, then added:

"I met Xiao Hei in a small town in Beidou today. I had a strange feeling in my heart, and suddenly I felt a urge. I can't explain why, but when I saw Xiao Hei, I felt familiar with it, as if I had seen it somewhere before."

Jiang Hao looked at the little black dog, his gaze shifting slightly.

"Oh? A sudden whim?"

"Yes." Qin Ming nodded. "I also vaguely saw some images, a majestic figure with his back to all living beings, and next to him was a big black dog that looked exactly like Xiao Hei."

Qin Ming looked down at the little black dog at his feet, then looked up at Jiang Hao.

"Grandpa Heavenly Emperor, do you know what happened?"

Jiang Hao was silent for a moment, then spoke: "When you were born, a Celestial King's aura entered your body. I checked, and it wasn't harmful."

Jiang Hao never expected this to happen. That Immortal King also kept a dog, and his dog was actually connected to this little black dog. This was very strange. Was it reincarnation or something else?

"Just as I thought."

Qin Ming paused for a moment, then nodded, not too surprised.

Because he was prepared after seeing that imposing figure and the big black dog.

That figure with his back to everyone, that big black dog, there must be something between him and Xiao Hei.

"Is... reincarnation?"

Jiang Hao thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's not certain. Maybe it's reincarnation, or maybe it's a similar flower. These things are hard to say, but whatever it is, it's a good thing for you. That aura has been helping you ever since you were born."

To be honest, Jiang Hao still isn't sure if reincarnation even exists in this world.

It's not that it exists, but there aren't any obvious examples; it's not that it doesn't exist, but it does seem a bit like something or something related to reincarnation.

This world, the cycle of reincarnation, is too mysterious.

Qin Ming nodded thoughtfully.