I became immortal in Tianzong Sword

After one night, Jiang Sibai got up with a hesitant expression.

The memory he retrieved from the void that night shocked him greatly.

That was the memory of his previous life after death.

And the place where that memory ended made him very uncomfortable, before it fell into the river of true spirits, it made him feel itchy.

But at this time, his primordial spirit has been exhausted, so he can only return to his body for a while to recuperate.

Retrieving those stored memories in the void, or once lost memories, is a very costly thing.

At this time, he opened the door and came out, and saw Han Qianjin's family was taking care of the two young sons eating the morning food, he stepped forward and said, "You dreamed about your uncle and aunt the night before, but they actually came to say goodbye to you."

Han Qianjin was taken aback, and then said, "My parents haven't been reincarnated before?"

Jiang Sibai shook his head and said: "After the death of a living being, the true spirit returns to the long river in the void, and it must remain in the true spirit river for a while."

"And after a period of time, they probably have no worries about their predecessors before reincarnating."

Han Qianjin nodded, and said in a rather complicated tone: "To tell you the truth, I have actually forgotten the appearance of my parents after such a long time, but seeing you suddenly that night, I have always had something in my heart."

"Now that the young master has explained it to me, I feel relieved."

"I just hope that my parents can find a good family and live happily in the next life."

Jiang Sibai looked at the calm and gentle Han Qianjin, and felt that this old friend was easygoing.

To be honest, Han Qianjin was also sent to Luoyun Fairyland to learn Taoism when he was young, and separated from his parents early.

In this case, if you want to say that there is any deep family affection, it is a lie, at most it is just some nostalgia.

Jiang Sibai comforted Han Qianjin a few more words, and then went back to the room to meditate.

Now that he wants to restore his primordial spirit well, he doesn't have to wait for the night. After he recovers, he can go directly to find his lost memories in the void.

He was quite curious, how did these memories get lost in the void?

After meditating for a while, he took another two sips of Ningshen scented tea.

Now he can't do without this kind of spiritual material that can restore the soul, after all, his consumption is now recovered by this Ningshen scented tea.

Fortunately, he planted a lot of Ningshen flowers for the ministers of the Great Zhou, and now it is good for him to use.

Half a day later, he entered the meditation again.

Then Yuanshen probed into the depths of the void from his own sea of ​​consciousness, and continued to search for his lost memories...

...

That was the big pine tree in front of the house in my childhood memory.

He came here again.

"What's the matter, am I not dead?"

He looked up at the big pine tree. In his memory, the pine tree had been cut down along with the demolition of the community.

He turned his head in a daze, looking at the old alley in the neighborhood that was familiar but only existed in his memory, his heart was filled with fear and excitement.

Then he saw two old people smiling and waiting under the big pine tree, and they were waiting for him there.

"grandparents?"

He let out a cry of surprise, almost thinking that he had returned to decades ago.

Another young couple came out from behind the big tree. They looked at him with smiles and were also waiting for him.

"Dad, Mom!"

he yelled.

Then he ran up quickly.

He hesitated at the moment of contact.

But in the end, he still hugged his four closest relatives firmly.

It's nice that he's back with them again.

It was as if he had really returned to his childhood, but soon he discovered that the situation around him was different.

The neighbors I remembered when I was a child were not complete, and most of the surrounding houses were empty.

"Most of them are gone."

Grandpa said with a smile.

He asked, "Why?"

Grandpa said: "Because the descendants don't sacrifice, no one remembers them, so it's time to go."

He was stunned, and then realized that this is a world constructed of memories!

In this world, everything exists because of memory, even including himself.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that the figures of his grandfather and grandmother had also gradually faded.

"It's time for us to go too. Fortunately, we saw you again before we left."

Grandpa smiled in relief, and walked out of the house with his wife supporting each other that day.

He followed them step by step, trying to catch up.

But in the end, the old couple disappeared at the end of his street at some unknown time.

He was very sad, because in the early years when his father was still there, he still had the habit of offering sacrifices to his ancestors, but in his generation, he began to find it troublesome and ignored it.

But I didn't expect that sacrifice is so important to the world after death.

However, his father didn't blame him, just said: "I was not very sincere when I presided over the ancestor worship, otherwise the ancestors should be still there when we came up, and they wouldn't come up like this, your grandfather Grandma has to go."

He was silent, looking at the faces of his parents, he knew that once his two sons and daughters came up, they would leave too.

He stayed with his parents for about a year.

During this period of time, his life was very peaceful and carefree, as if there was no sorrow at all in this world of the dead, it was just a pure land of bliss.

But he didn't want to go on like this, he finally found his parents and said, "I want to go out and have a look."

His parents didn't stop him, because they thought he was just going out for a walk and would be back soon.

But he stepped out of this place woven by the memories of many relatives and fellow countrymen step by step, and came to a strange wilderness.

Because here he has no memories of his own life to sort out, so what he sees are all kinds of distorted aggregations of other people's memories.

It was dangerous, and sometimes he had to face hordes of running zombies, and that might just be someone's memory of a nightmare.

Or maybe he'll meet a dragon flying through the sky, and that's just a scene from a book.

And the world he was in before was just a certain memory bubble that existed independently in this wasteland, and each memory bubble would have some after-death memories living in it, until no one in the world of living people remembered them.

He walked blankly in this chaotic wasteland for an unknown amount of time. He wanted to protect his memory so that those precious memories would not disappear.

The irony is that he has already forgotten many things in such a vacant walk, forgetting his parents and relatives, his wife and children, and finally only remembering that he should not forget.

Until one day, he saw a staircase leading to the sky appear in front of him in this wasteland.

He didn't think much about it, he just felt that there was his way out, so he climbed all the way up...

Up to the nine heavens, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down from that ladder.

But he still reached the top, in front of the small black door.

He pushed open the door, and was stunned to see another self in the door staring at him.

Then he smiled and asked, "Did you succeed?"

...

The long river of true spirit flows slowly in Jiang Sibai's eyes, he smiled relaxedly and said to himself: "I succeeded."