I'm trapped in a cube

Bai Zhou continued to smash the rocks in his hands against the boulders.

The shaking became more and more violent.

Not only that, Mo Ling suddenly discovered that under Bai Zhou's tapping, the originally unshakable boulder actually changed.

The boulder is slowly getting bigger!

At first it was just a slight change, but later it expanded faster and faster.

At the same time, the fairy characters carved by Mo Ling also expanded to an extremely huge size with the boulder. The small depressions that were originally cut by Mo Ling turned into terrifying ravines.

The originally warm sunlight was instantly blocked by the boulder.

Soon, everything Mo Ling saw was gradually shrouded in the shadow of the boulder.

Things that have long since fallen apart are quickly being swallowed up by this bottomless ravine.

Mo Ling could no longer see the appearance of the immortal character. He only felt that the huge ravine was pressing towards the entire world.

There was no light in the sky, leaving only criss-crossing cracks.

The whole world is becoming a part of Xianzi!

Bai Zhou wants to make the whole world an immortal!

As soon as Mo Ling realized this, he was swallowed up by the sweeping shadow and buried in a bottomless ravine.

There was only the whistling of the wind around him, and Mo Ling vaguely seemed to feel many broken things whizzing past him.

Black shadows were drawn into the ravine called "Immortal".

Mo Ling also fell into chaos, sensing chaos.

He could no longer tell whether the ravine was pressing up or whether he had fallen into the boundless darkness. He only felt that he was surrounded by a dark void.

"Have I become an immortal too?"

Such a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's mind.

Unknowingly, he was also led astray by Bai Zhou's weird remarks.

It wasn't until Mo Ling suddenly fell into a soft liquid that he woke up from the chaos.

"Where is this?"

Mo Ling guessed that he might have fallen into something that was falling apart.

It's so peaceful here.

As soon as he arrived, Mo Ling discovered something strange.

Although the outside world has been swallowed up by ravines and there is no light, the liquid is still blue, like sapphire, pure and beautiful.

Mo Ling felt like he had seen this scene before.

He also quickly remembered.

"This seems to be the 'sea' I saw in the memory of the fish school before."

That "sea" of words.

Mo Ling observed it for a long time with disbelieving eyes, and then slowly became convinced.

This is the sea!

Because the sea is so special and Mo Ling has seen it "with his own eyes", it is not difficult to distinguish.

This seems to be the sea from Bai Zhou's memory, because everything fell apart and fell into the ravine.

As a memory, this sea is of course extremely pure, just like the words, without any impurities.

But why did the sea in Bai Zhou's memory become the sea where fish schools were born?

Is there another problem with time?

Because Bai Zhou's world is divorced from reality, Mo Ling doesn't know whether the time here can correspond to the real time.

Or maybe this is not the same sea, but very similar?

Mo Ling was still confused when he saw a figure appearing in the distance.

The man was sitting in the water out of thin air, tinkering with something.

Mo Ling quickly approached and realized that the man was Bai Zhou.

At this time, Bai Zhou was talking to himself, saying something:

"Apprentice, do you know why I want to teach you "Xiaoyaoyou" first?"

"Because, that is the dream of being a teacher, traveling between heaven and earth."

"But, apprentice, I don't know if the Kunpeng flying into the sky is really free..."

"It is so heavy. It has to ride on the wind, carry the blue sky on its back, be wrapped up in the rolling dust of the world, and be entangled by the breath of countless creatures."

"If Kunpeng doesn't bear this, it will never be able to fly with the help of the wind. This is its own price that it cannot escape."

"Does Kunpeng often see the living beings down there in the sky devastated and starving to death? Like his teacher, does he often smell the smell of coke in the air?"

"Apprentice, do you think Kunpeng will care about these things? Will those souls also haunt it, locking its heart so that it can never be free? At this time, what should it do?"

Bai Zhou rambled on, his face full of confusion.

Mo Ling wanted to reach out and slap him awake, but his hand hung in the air and he didn't slap him.

Bai Zhou didn't seem to want to wake up.

"Apprentice, if you really live forever, will everything still have meaning? There seems to be no difference between two thousand two hundred years and a blink of an eye."

After Bai Zhou asked this question, he fell silent.

He alternated his hands as if holding something, and the confusion on his face slowly disappeared, becoming clear and calm.

"Apprentice, you always ask me what the immortal in my heart is like."

"I'm ashamed to say that Master himself doesn't know. I always thought that Kunpeng was an immortal and that Dachun was an immortal. But after something happened in the clan, the immortal in my heart no longer existed."

"But now, I probably understand a little bit."

"Apprentice, you are actually right. That free little fish is an immortal. It does not need to be troubled by anything, it does not fly high, and it will not be entangled by the souls below..."

"They are right. I just want to run away. I have always wanted to run away, far away. I even want to pretend not to know everything and pretend I haven't seen anything, but I have already seen it."

"I am the Kunpeng flying in the sky. I can see clearly..."

Bai Zhou's hands changed and he actually pinched a small fish.

"I want to escape now. I want to become a little fish who knows nothing and be free."

Bai Zhou held the vivid little fry in his hands. It was the most free thing in his memory, and it was also the last thing he created for this world.

"Forgive me, apprentice, I'm running away, I'm sorry."

"I won't be Kunpeng anymore..."

Along with Bai Zhou's trembling words, his figure began to slowly become blurred, gradually blending into the blue water.

Soon, he disappeared without a trace, and the small fry in his hand fell into the sea.

The little fry moved its body awkwardly and began to swim.

It flicked its tail, seemingly not seeing Mo Ling beside it. It froze for a while and then swam straight into the distance.

Looking at this familiar scene, Mo Ling was instantly excited.

“This is the birth of a school of fish!”

Bai Zhou is actually the source of fish?

Mo Ling looked at the little fry that was gradually disappearing, and an impulse suddenly came to his heart - he wanted to kill it.

However, the teleportation frame was aimed at the little fry, but Mo Ling was unable to make a move.

He hesitated.

"Would it really be better to kill it?"

A question appeared in Mo Ling's mind.

In an instant, everything that happened on the entire Fish-Man Island began to replay in Mo Ling's mind:

Two thousand two hundred years of half-dream and half-awake.

Two thousand two hundred years of hatred continues.

Two thousand two hundred years of civilized struggle.

…

The fish trapped on the island, the Chali clan, the new fish-men clan, the thick fog that never dissipates, and the moon that repeats again and again.

All of this trapped Mo Ling like shackles.

My thoughts were in turmoil.

In the silent sea, Mo Ling seemed to hear Bai Zhou's chatter again:

"I am the Kunpeng flying in the sky. I can see clearly..."