Chapter 229 Struggle, Swallow in the Wind

Breathing weakly, struggling to survive...

Looking up at the bright light above his head, Lu Mingfei had a feeling that he seemed to be unable to grasp it.

The water flows along my skin. In this cold deep sea, there is nothing but absolute silence and the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Changed..." Bai Mo looked at Lu Mingfei.

He underwent a change in this death, not a physical one, but something relatively illusory.

“It’s a change in the realm of consciousness.”

Lu Mingze's voice was low.

Pain makes people remember the process, but happiness is only temporary.

The joy from the secretions will only gradually dissipate as the memory becomes blurred, just like a game that you loved to play as a child, but after just a few days or half a month you will lose your interest in it and instead feel disgusted with it.

But pain is different. The memory of drowning is something you will never forget, even for a lifetime. Every time you wash your face or bury your head in water, you will think of the drowning and feel despair!
Even if you don't remember every scene at that time, it is impossible to forget such painful memories, and your body will subconsciously escape.

This kind of pain is like a haunting evil spirit. Once it appears, you will never forget it.

"What Lu Mingfei is experiencing now is a change in consciousness, a change that goes deep into his body."

Bai Mo commented on it.

Lu Mingfei’s change is not surprising, it is very natural.

One will be afraid of death once, and will be terrified of death twice. However, when the number of deaths exceeds the limit of the body's consciousness, the shackles that he once carried will be broken, and after the torture of "pain", he will respond instantly.

He raised his arms and glided briskly across the deep sea, twisting his body like a fish, trying to adapt to the deep sea.

Lu Mingfei was very awkward and immature at the beginning, and many of his efforts were meaningless and useless.

But it doesn't matter, he has a good teacher, and the painful memory of death will make Lu Mingfei remember what is "wrong" and then make changes.

It doesn’t matter if you make the mistake once, twice or three times, as long as your body remembers the “right” thing, that’s enough.

After twenty-seven deaths, Lu Mingfei gradually became familiar with this process.

First, adjust your breathing, slow down your heart rate, and gradually make your limbs and body become a whole. Then, twist your body and swim towards the light on the surface of the water. Finally, breathe and regard your whole body as a whole...

Lu Mingfei did not sprint with all his strength. Instead, he started jogging to slow down his body's consumption, swimming upwards little by little, chasing the light he saw.

His speed was not fast, but very steady, and he seemed vaguely like a swimming flying fish.

Relax, relax...

Repeating this word in his heart, Lu Mingfei looked at the azure water in front of him. The feeling of the deep sea flowing on his skin replaced his eyes.

Lu Mingfei relaxed his body and followed the intuition that emerged in his consciousness. He turned into a swallow in the gale, following the flow of the air and using the force to move forward.

...He pretended to be cool for less than 3 minutes. After making seventeen mistakes, he drowned again.

"Very good, you have found the idea"

Listening to the system's voice, the anger that Lu Mingfei had been ignoring flared up and he shouted.

“…………(Quotes from the classic Zuan District)”

"Although I don't care about your abuse, I still suggest you learn to respect, respect the enemies you cannot defeat."

"Snapped"

The Mirror Lake beneath Lu Mingfei's feet shattered, and an earthquake-like feeling made him sit down on the ground.

Looking down from the top of the sky in this space, unimaginable cracks appeared above the Mirror Lake, and something was rising rapidly in the deep blue sea.

“aaaaa——————”

Click~
The Mirror Lake shattered, and the incomprehensible sound made Lu Mingfei fall into a daze at that moment.

Two seconds later, he looked up at the white shadow that appeared in front of him.

The beast from the deep sea poked out its eyes, which were larger than Lu Mingfei's field of vision and blocked out the sun. "This is the final BOSS. I'm giving you a heads up."

The purple cracks continued to spread up and down, expanding rapidly, and the flesh and blood within the cracks was beating, unknown murmurs of demonic sounds were calling out, and incomprehensible blue light was emitted from the eyes of the deep purple flesh and blood.

Lu Mingfei couldn’t understand what was happening or what the blue light in front of him was. His head exploded instantly after he saw the purple flesh and blood.

After Lu Mingfei died again, his eyes closed, the cracks smoothed out again, and the beast sank into the deep sea.

It is a shell, a condensation of consciousness similar to that of a god. In a sense, it is part of the whole of Baimo and contains a collection of information that integrates different worlds.

"This is your face... Shenhai." Lu Mingfei couldn't understand, but Lu Mingze could recognize some clues.

Lu Mingze had no idea of ​​Bai Mo's true identity. No matter how wild his imagination was, he could not guess what this thing was that was everywhere, replacing "humans" and whose body had already merged with the earth in the form of a soul.

Just like an ant crawling on a piece of paper, it is unable to tell whether the paper is real paper or replaced paper.

However, if there is a hole in the paper, through the changes in the edge of the hole - through contact, seeing the words Bai Mo talks and the "characteristics" he is expressing now, Lu Mingze can try to understand what Bai Mo is and summarize the "definition" for him.

If we regard the soul of an ordinary person as a flame that disappears in the wind, and the soul of a hybrid as a burning flame, then what appears in this azure light is a fissioning star, the sun hanging high in the sky!

"I think you can recognize the difference, continue."

The system sound ended, and the death was repeated again.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, looked at the familiar deep sea, and began to correct his mistakes.

…………

"1367th death. This training is over. Prepare for the third stage."

The system's voice sounded, and Lu Mingfei looked at the ceiling in front of him. His eyes were dull and lifeless, just like a corpse that had been dead for many days.

"Brother." Lu Mingze stood beside him and pushed Lu Mingfei with some concern.

The result was useless. Lu Mingfei was like a dead man and didn't react at all.

Seeing him like this, Lu Mingze sighed and said to himself: "Brother, you have become stronger again."

"..."

“Now you are a swallow, seeing the flow of the wind in the storm, relying on the wind to fly.”

"At the same time, in your spiritual world, I know who 'it' is."

"..."

Lu Mingfei still had no reaction.

"It is a new god, a new god who has completed the path to deification. Perhaps it can be called the true Dragon King, holding the power of the elements and possessing the wisdom of alchemy, the Triple Great Hermes."

"How to kill it."

Hearing Lu Mingfei's cold voice, Lu Mingze patted his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.

Lu Mingze couldn't kill Bai Mo.

He had the trump card to kill the conscious soul (information consciousness body) that Bai Mo had brought after him, but as for actually killing the real body, Lu Mingze could only say that he couldn't do it, no matter how hard he tried.

"Brother, I can't do it. You can only rely on your own strength."

"……what should I do……"

Lu Mingze paced back and forth several times, gritting his teeth and revealing some of the facts: "Everything you have experienced happened in the spiritual world. As long as your spirit is sharp enough, it is really possible to kill 'it'."

If it is just a split soul, then Lu Mingfei is not absolutely hopeless, there is still a glimmer of possibility.

Kill the system...it's possible...Kill the system!
Lu Mingfei sat up, sensed everything around him, and reached out to grasp the flowing wind.

He has died enough times that his perception has become that of a swallow.

(End of this chapter)