"Who is true and which is false is only in your thoughts."

A strange voice suddenly appeared behind Cheng Cheng. He turned around in surprise, but there was nothing. The voice appeared behind his mind again: "Don't look for it, I don't exist, I am just a shadow of your own will, a reflection of your inner self to this illusion."

"My heart?" Cheng Cheng secretly exclaimed. This road of reincarnation can not only create incredible illusions, but also reflect its own heart?

Immediately afterwards, the voice said: "The origin of the world and the source of gods and demons have been shown to you. If you want to get out of this illusion, you must make a choice."

"Select? How to choose?" Cheng Cheng said inexplicably.

"Did you see the two roads ahead?"

Cheng Cheng looked up and saw that the wasteland in front of him was suddenly torn apart, forming two vertical crossing paths, leading to the distant void realm.

"The one on the left is the real road. If you believe what you just saw, go this side; the one on the right is the false road. If you believe in the history you have always accepted, choose this one. If you choose the right one, you can enter the next illusion. If you choose the wrong one, you will directly enter the cycle of reincarnation, forget this life, and be reincarnated."

"What?" Cheng Cheng opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is there anything so exaggerated? Just one choice can kill me?"

"What's strange about this? There are so many choices in the world, but if one step is wrong, will there be fewer things that will lead to a loss in the whole market?"

After hearing this, Cheng Cheng felt shocked. The previous illusion that subverted cognition had already surprised him, and this argument about choice seemed to touch a point in his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself.

After a while of silence, he nodded and said, "I have made a choice, but, as far as I know, it seems that someone has retreated from the path of reincarnation before, so how did he do it?"

The voice replied: "With the cultivation level that exceeds the holy realm, you can forcibly withdraw from the path of reincarnation and return to the starting point of your departure. And you don't, so..."

"So I have to rely on taking my luck?" Cheng Cheng smiled bitterly. It turned out that there was such a high level of demand in the road to reincarnation. If I had known it, I would not have been so impulsive.

"Try your luck?" the voice said seriously: "Can you really not be able to tell which one is true?"

Cheng Cheng fell into silence again.

He actually made a choice, but the choice itself is a guess of the purpose of the illusion setter and a technical choice. He is unable to make a real choice for the authenticity of the illusion content.

One is a fact that he has accepted since childhood. It is a very stubborn consciousness. Once he denies it, he must deny the set of ideas formed by himself, which are about right and wrong, good and evil, and the meaning of his existence. This is extremely difficult.

However, what the illusion shows is a special attraction, which strongly implies that it is the real history and the truth of the facts.

Thinking of this, he revisited his thoughts, lowered his head and took a deep breath, and walked towards the road on the left, and gradually stepped into the void.

The light and shadow around changed again, and the empty world quickly contracted back, and the world disappeared at the same time, leaving only a small room.

"I'm the right choice?"

Cheng Cheng's previous thumping heartbeat finally relaxed at this moment: "So, is the real thing I have always been about to be a real illusion?"

He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes again, and looked at the scene in front of him.

One room, one table, one person.

People are old men, old women, old women. They are hunched, with crouched hair and chicken skin, and they look full of the breath of death.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The other party raised his eyes and smiled strangely at Cheng Cheng: "Old's surname is Meng, and I have forgotten my real name for a long time, so people like to call me Meng Po."

"Meng Po?" Cheng Cheng was surprised and asked: "Why are you here? What do you want to tell me?"

He knew that the other party was also an illusion, and if a illusion of Meng Po was placed here, was it necessary to teach himself the art of resurrection?

As it turns out, he was too optimistic.

"I want to know how to reincarnate and reborn? It's easy, just come to me directly, drink my unique medicine, and send it to Naihe Bridge, and everything will be solved. However, I am not here to tell you these meaningless things."

"No sense?" Cheng Cheng frowned curiously: "Then what makes sense?"

Meng Po's old eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you want to change and prevent someone from dying?"

"Uh, how do you know?"

"Because I am also a reflection of your heart." The other party laughed and continued, "You want to stop that person's death. So, do you want her body to be immortal or do you want her soul to be restored to its sun?"

Cheng Cheng was stunned when he heard this. He thought for a while and said, "Is there a big difference between here?"

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"Who is true and which is false is only in your thoughts."

A strange voice suddenly appeared behind Cheng Cheng. He turned around in surprise, but there was nothing. The voice appeared behind his mind again: "Don't look for it, I don't exist, I am just a shadow of your own will, a reflection of your inner self to this illusion."

"My heart?" Cheng Cheng secretly exclaimed. This road of reincarnation can not only create incredible illusions, but also reflect its own heart?

Immediately afterwards, the voice said: "The origin of the world and the source of gods and demons have been shown to you. If you want to get out of this illusion, you must make a choice."

"Select? How to choose?" Cheng Cheng said inexplicably.

"Did you see the two roads ahead?"

Cheng Cheng looked up and saw that the wasteland in front of him was suddenly torn apart, forming two vertical crossing paths, leading to the distant void realm.

"The one on the left is the real road. If you believe what you just saw, go this side; the one on the right is the false road. If you believe in the history you have always accepted, choose this one. If you choose the right one, you can enter the next illusion. If you choose the wrong one, you will directly enter the cycle of reincarnation, forget this life, and be reincarnated."

"What?" Cheng Cheng opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Is there anything so exaggerated? Just one choice can kill me?"

"What's strange about this? There are so many choices in the world, but if one step is wrong, will there be fewer things that will lead to a loss in the whole market?"

After hearing this, Cheng Cheng felt shocked. The previous illusion that subverted cognition had already surprised him, and this argument about choice seemed to touch a point in his heart, making it difficult for him to control himself.

After a while of silence, he nodded and said, "I have made a choice, but, as far as I know, it seems that someone has retreated from the path of reincarnation before, so how did he do it?"

The voice replied: "With the cultivation level that exceeds the holy realm, you can forcibly withdraw from the path of reincarnation and return to the starting point of your departure. And you don't, so..."

"So I have to rely on taking my luck?" Cheng Cheng smiled bitterly. It turned out that there was such a high level of demand in the road to reincarnation. If I had known it, I would not have been so impulsive.

"Try your luck?" the voice said seriously: "Can you really not be able to tell which one is true?"

Cheng Cheng fell into silence again.

He actually made a choice, but the choice itself is a guess of the purpose of the illusion setter and a technical choice. He is unable to make a real choice for the authenticity of the illusion content.

One is a fact that he has accepted since childhood. It is a very stubborn consciousness. Once he denies it, he must deny the set of ideas formed by himself, which are about right and wrong, good and evil, and the meaning of his existence. This is extremely difficult.

However, what the illusion shows is a special attraction, which strongly implies that it is the real history and the truth of the facts.

Thinking of this, he revisited his thoughts, lowered his head and took a deep breath, and walked towards the road on the left, and gradually stepped into the void.

The light and shadow around changed again, and the empty world quickly contracted back, and the world disappeared at the same time, leaving only a small room.

"I'm the right choice?"

Cheng Cheng's previous thumping heartbeat finally relaxed at this moment: "So, is the real thing I have always been about to be a real illusion?"

He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes again, and looked at the scene in front of him.

One room, one table, one person.

People are old men, old women, old women. They are hunched, with crouched hair and chicken skin, and they look full of the breath of death.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The other party raised his eyes and smiled strangely at Cheng Cheng: "Old's surname is Meng, and I have forgotten my real name for a long time, so people like to call me Meng Po."

"Meng Po?" Cheng Cheng was surprised and asked: "Why are you here? What do you want to tell me?"

He knew that the other party was also an illusion, and if a illusion of Meng Po was placed here, was it necessary to teach himself the art of resurrection?

As it turns out, he was too optimistic.

"I want to know how to reincarnate and reborn? It's easy, just come to me directly, drink my unique medicine, and send it to Naihe Bridge, and everything will be solved. However, I am not here to tell you these meaningless things."

"No sense?" Cheng Cheng frowned curiously: "Then what makes sense?"

Meng Po's old eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you want to change and prevent someone from dying?"
Chapter completed!