A World Worth Protecting

How many times had this world been reincarnated?

How many times had this universe been restarted?

What kind of status did each person have in different reincarnations and restarts?

What kind of status did each wisp of soul have in different worlds and in different life and death situations?

When Wang Baole wasn’t experiencing his previous life, he didn’t understand all of this. He didn’t even have similar questions in his cognition. After experiencing his previous life, he began to ponder these questions.

He wanted to know the answer. He didn’t want to exist. He wanted to exist.

He wanted to know the truth. He didn’t want to be just a piece of building block in a different universe, in a cycle of reincarnation. He didn’t want to appear in different places again and again. He wanted to live and understand.

He knew a lot about the experiences he had experienced in his previous ten lives. However, what followed were deep doubts. These doubts... were no longer important at this moment, because as his soul sank in.., as the heavenly fate book behind Guru Heavenly Dharma flipped page by Page, Wang Baole’s previous life appeared before his eyes. However... as his consciousness dissipated, he gradually forgot who he was, he slowly forgot everything and became purer. That was until he heard Guru Heavenly Dharma’s voice.

“Seventy-nine...”

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“Who am I... Where am I...”In the pitch-black void, I heard a voice mumbling in my ear.

It seemed to be coming from a very far place, and it also seemed to be echoing around me. I didn’t know where the voice was, nor did I know why the voice was asking these two questions.

The voice echoed endlessly, as if it would continue to echo out for eternity. However, I didn’t hear any response. It was as if no one was paying attention to the voice, and I didn’t know how to open my mouth. Gradually, in the pitch-black void.., seemed to be filled with only the voice.

Time passed by in the void without a single trace.

Perhaps it was because of the voice that I began to think. Who... was I? Where... was I?

I thought about it for a very long time, but didn’t have an answer. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Eventually, I heard a voice.

“Who am I... Where am I...”

The voice was very familiar. After I heard it, I waited for a while before I heard an echo.

Then, I understood that the first thing I heard was my own voice. And I... seemed to have repeated this sentence for an unknown number of years.

This discovery caused my emotions to fluctuate. I didn’t know how to address this fluctuation, so I continued to think about it. After a long, long time, I remembered a word.

Happy!

Yes, this emotion should be called happy. I was very happy because I discovered the origin of the sound, but how did I know the word happy..

I was confused, so I continued to think. However, this time, before I could think of an answer, the dark void that didn’t exist in my eyes suddenly... suddenly appeared a light!

The light seemed to come from the outside world, illuminating the entire void. After that... it didn’t disappear. The entire void also changed at that moment. I saw a finger rapidly materializing, it turned into a hand.

A hand seemed to be holding me. Then, I saw an arm, a body, and finally, a young man. He had his eyes closed and didn’t open them.

I was very surprised, because the young man seemed familiar, but also unfamiliar. Before I could continue thinking, ripples appeared in the air around the first person.

As the ripples spread out, I saw a table, and other tables and chairs appeared in the air around me. Finally, a teahouse appeared in front of me, and then the ripples spread out again, outside the teahouse appeared other buildings, rivers, trees, and soon a small town seemed to be painted.

Then... the ripples spread out over a wide area, and I saw the Earth, the sky, the other cities, and a star that had gone from obscurity to reality.

Not the end, I saw the stars outside this star, in the Ripple Reverberation, appeared other stars, many, many, with the appearance of one after another, a universe, a world, showed in front of me.

Then, life appeared.

All living things, all living things, appeared as if they had never existed before. They appeared at every location where they were needed. There were men and women, Old and young. Different species, different auras, but they remained still, they didn’t move.

As for the young man who was holding me, he was sprawled on the table. He didn’t move either, but he was holding me tightly. It was as if he wouldn’t let go even when his life came to an end.

However, I didn’t like him very much.

Just as I was thinking about why I didn’t like him, the entire world suddenly seemed to be filled with life force and vitality. In that instant... all living things began to move.

The wind appeared, the sunlight became gentle, the leaves swayed, the river flowed, and the sounds of singing, laughter, crying, and roaring could be heard from every corner of the world.

The Teahouse suddenly erupted with a lively din. At that moment, the young man who was holding me tightly trembled slightly. He opened his eyes and lifted his head.

The moment he lifted his head, I saw his eyes.

I saw myself reflected in his eyes.

It was a black wooden board. He was holding the black wooden board tightly in his hand, and then... I was lifted up and knocked on the table, causing a clear cracking sound to be heard.

With this sound, the world in front of me began to continue. I saw the life of Sun De. He became the most famous storyteller in the county. He married the daughter of a rich family and inherited the inheritance, he was well-fed, and he loved his wife for the rest of his life. He died with a smile when he was eighty-nine years old.

As for me, I was buried with Sun De because his descendants couldn’t break his fingers.

Although I didn’t like him, I had to admit that it was quite interesting to watch his life’s performance. As for being buried together with him, it wasn’t a big deal, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared, everything turned pitch-black once again, and my consciousness sank into darkness once again.

That was until I heard a voice.

“Seventy-eight.”

The voice seemed to have transformed into a vortex that pulled me into... a void without any light. I couldn’t remember who I was. I couldn’t remember everything. I was thinking about a problem.

“Who am I... Where am I... ?”

My voice echoed in the air. After thinking for a long time, light appeared in the void. The world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was a finger that slowly spread out to form a young man. He was lying on the table, his hand was holding onto me tightly.

His name was Sun de. I felt a little familiar, but there were also some unfamiliar faces. His life wasn’t bad. He became a storyteller. Although he didn’t marry the daughter of a large family in a small town, he returned to the capital and obtained a title. Although he was imprisoned in his later years.., but overall, it was still very interesting. As for me... I was always held in his hand and never left his side.

Unfortunately, after his death, the world disappeared, and I heard a voice.

“Seventy-seven.”

This voice dragged me back into nothingness, until I forgot everything. I saw the light, saw the world, and saw Sun de.

“Seventy-six.”

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“Thirty-one.”

..

“Fourteen.”

..

“Three.”

I experienced it again and again, forgetting it again and again. From the moment I realized that something was wrong, until I wasn’t surprised, because I understood that I was in a battle. After this life, I would forget this life, i would also forget the special memories of the past and the future..

Strange, how could I have such a feeling? Why did I know that I was remembering?

It didn’t matter if I didn’t understand, as long as there was a story to read, it would be fine, although in this story, it would definitely be sun de’s different life.

But I was very curious, when we first met, would there be different scenes