The strong men of Brahma Temple created [Death Reincarnation], with the original intention of allowing those who kill weak immortals to realize death and despair, and reflect on themselves in death.
Jiang Ping An fell into life and death Reincarnation, dying again and again, experiencing the fear and powerlessness of those he killed before they died.
His soul was gradually consumed, and he began to feel an unprecedented sense of confusion and confusion.
The pain and despair in those memory fragments seemed to penetrate into the depths of his soul, making him gradually lose himself.
He tried to recall his identity and past, but every time he was about to touch the edge of memory, those emotions of fear and powerlessness would flood him like a tide, plunging him into chaos again.
As time passed, Jiang Ping An began to feel as if he was being swallowed by this Illusionary Realm. He was no longer sure who he was and why he was here.
Only death, fear and confusion remain.
Death, rebirth, death again...
The thousandth death, the ten thousandth death, the hundred thousandth death...
When tens of millions of Death Reincarnation ended, even if he no longer Reincarnation, he had forgotten who he was, his soul was weak to the extreme, and his soul gradually dissipated.
Meanwhile, Feather Emperor Immortal Sect.
Feather Emperor Immortal Sect Many high-level officials gathered at the palace where Jiang Ping An was located.
They received the news that something had happened to Jiang Ping An and hurried over to check. Unexpectedly, the situation was more serious than imagined.
Sect Master Xiao Liangyan felt that Jiang Ping An's soul was dissipating, and his mood became extremely solemn.
"What's going on?"
"Woodhead said before that he went through a test in Brahma Temple. He didn't know exactly what happened. Not long ago, he sensed that Woodhead's soul was getting weaker and weaker, and he was found to be in a coma."
Meng Jing lay on top of Jiang Ping An, bursting into tears, and begged Xiao Liangyan: "Master, you must think of a way to save Woodhead."
She couldn't believe what her life would be like without Jiang Ping An.
In this world, Jiang Ping An is almost the only one for her.
Xiao Liangyan couldn't bear to hit Meng Jing, but still said, "This is not an ordinary injury, and there is no way to treat it with elixirs."
"If I guess correctly, Elder Jiang must have experienced a mental attack now, mostly due to the influence of the Illusionary Realm, which made him lost inside."
When the soul becomes weak, only the soul is attacked. In the case of Jiang Ping An, if the soul dissipates little by little, then most of it is the influence of the special Illusionary Realm.
I don't know what kind of the Illusionary Realm Jiang Ping An suffered, which made him unable to resist.
"Lord Sect Master, is there really no other way?"
Jiang XiaoXue, the adopted daughter of Jiang Ping An, said sadly.
All the people who have a good relationship with Jiang Ping An arrived at the scene.
Xia Qing, Qian Huan Rou, Ye Wuqing, Miao Jing...
Seeing that Jiang Ping An's soul was about to dissipate, everyone's eyes were red and their hearts ached to the point of suffocation, but they could do nothing and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Xiao Liangyan sighed and shook his head, "He is in the Illusionary Realm. He can only rely on his own beliefs and no one can help him. Judging from the fluctuations in his soul, he may... not be able to hold on for a day."
Hearing this, everyone present trembled.
Many elders looked regretful.
"How could this happen? Elder Jiang, such a Talent man, would encounter such a crisis."
"Yes, God may be jealous of Elder Jiang."
"Originally, if Elder Jiang had not died, he would have definitely become the pillar of our sect, but now..."
No one thought that Elder Jiang, a good person, would be broken before he could grow up.
Meng Jing's tears were like broken pearls, sliding down silently but violently. Each drop carried endless sorrow and reluctance, gradually soaking Jiang Ping An's clothes, as if even his clothes were stained with this heavy sadness.
She tightly grasped Jiang Ping An's hand that had lost its warmth and called out hoarsely, her voice full of despair and unwillingness. "Woodhead, you stinky Woodhead, you once said you would always be by my side and accompany me forever. How could you just abandon me and leave alone!"
"Wake up, come back and see me! Our child is still waiting for you. He hasn't seen his father yet or heard the name you gave him. How can you be so cruel..."
Her cry, sad and shrill, penetrated every corner of the room, covering the entire space with a thick layer of sadness. Every word and every note was like a sharp blade, cutting the hearts of everyone present.
When Xia Qing heard this, a trace of shock and disbelief flashed in her eyes. Her eyes widened, "Meng Jing, you mean... you, you have a child?"
Meng Jing nodded, tears welling up even more violently. The already beautiful face now looked even more pitiful due to the tears, which was unbearable to look at.
She choked and said, "Yes, I have it. I planned to give you a surprise, but I didn't have time yet..."
At this point, her voice was choked again and she was unable to continue.
The expressions of regret on everyone's faces became even stronger. Who would have thought that God had made such a joke.
Elder Jiang couldn't even see his own child for the last time.
"Bang~"
A heavy and powerful heartbeat suddenly sounded, causing all sounds in the room to disappear instantly.
Everyone's body trembled and they looked directly at Jiang Ping An.
"I... did I hear wrong just now? My disciple's heart just jumped violently?"
Miao Jing asked in a trembling voice, so excited that he didn't look like an immortal at all.
As if in response to him, another dull heartbeat came from Jiang Ping An, and the fluctuations in his soul gradually became stronger.
Everyone looked at each other.
What's going on? Elder Jiang seems to be recovering.
Xiao Liangyan suddenly realized something and quickly said to Meng Jing:
"Elder Jiang seems to be able to hear you. Now we must let him strengthen his belief and fight against the Illusionary Realm! Keep talking, let him keep his belief, and maybe there is a chance to save him!"
Meng Jing seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw after falling into the water, and quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeves, not caring whether what Xiao Liangyan said was true or not, he could only act like a dead horse.
"Woodhead, do you remember the first time we met? It was in a small town. I had a bad temper at the time. I heard that you were the same age as me, but you were better than me. I was unhappy, so I asked you to challenge me. Later, we helped sister Xia Qing compete together..."
As Meng Jing's recalled words sounded, Jiang Ping An's heartbeat became stronger and stronger, and the fluctuations in his soul became stronger and stronger.
When everyone saw this scene, they suddenly felt that something was going on.
These senior executives looked at each other and immediately walked out of the room, letting close people like Jiang Ping An chat with them and trying to wake up Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An is the hope of the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect Future, and nothing can happen.
Xia Qing, Jiang XiaoXue and Ye Wuqing were talking about what happened with Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An, who was about to be lost in Death Reincarnation, almost forgot who he was. After hearing these words, he gradually found himself.
"I... remembered... my name is Jiang Ping An..."