jdhmnovel Chapter 140 The little fur ball suddenly spoke
Chapter 140 The little fur ball suddenly spoke
At this moment, Xinghan found himself in the void again. The difference from before was that the darkness here was deeper, as if it could swallow all the light.
And in this boundless darkness, twisted colorful rivers flow slowly, sometimes interweaving and sometimes separating, like the most complex puzzle in the universe, whose rules are impossible to grasp.
The space here seemed to have lost its stability. Tiny cracks spread all around like spider webs, flashing strange lights from time to time.
Xinghan could feel that there were unknown areas and powers hidden behind these cracks, which were both awe-inspiring and stimulated his curiosity and desire to explore the unknown.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Although the scene before him was both strange and dangerous, Xinghan knew that this must be a test or guidance given to him by the Five-Colored Yaoqin.
He must keep a clear head and firm faith to find a way out of this void and solve more mysteries.
So, Xinghan began to try to establish a connection with the five-colored Yaoqin. He closed his eyes and listened attentively to the rhythm and melody of the music, trying to catch a clue to guide him forward.
As his thoughts gradually merged with the music, the surrounding scene seemed to undergo subtle changes...
Light and shadow intertwined in the void, like fragments of time slowly unfolding before Xinghan's eyes.
The melody of the five-colored Yaoqin became softer and deeper. It seemed that it was not just the sound of a musical instrument, but more like a key, gently turning, trying to open the forgotten door deep in Xinghan's heart.
Under the guidance of this power, blurry scenes emerged in Xinghan's mind, the most profound of which was the deep feeling of falling.
The feeling was so real, as if he was experiencing that unknown fall again at this moment, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears and the unspeakable fear and helplessness in his heart.
However, even though the feeling of falling was so strong, Xinghan could not remember when or where it happened.
It was like a memory sealed by time, firmly locked away in the depths of his heart, with only the melody of the five-colored harp occasionally revealing a hint of it.
Xinghan frowned, trying hard to grasp the scattered fragments of memory and piece them together into a complete picture.
So he listened to the melody of the five-colored Yaoqin more attentively, allowing his mind to be completely immersed in this mysterious power.
As the melody rose and fell, his consciousness seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space and returned to that distant and vague moment.
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As Xinghan became more focused and deeper, the melody of the five-colored jade harp quietly changed.
The previous excitement and mystery gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle and peaceful force.
It was like the warm sunshine in spring, gently brushing across Xinghan's heart, bringing him unprecedented peace and tranquility.
This melody seems to be the purest language of nature, telling a story of peaceful days and quiet time.
Xinghan closed his eyes and immersed himself completely in the tranquility, feeling every note and every emotion contained in the melody.
He seemed to be able to hear the whisper of the wind through the leaves, see the gurgling stream among the rocks, and feel the broad and inclusive heart of Mother Earth.
The music continued to play a beautiful melody that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
“Could it be that this is the creation of my soul?”
Xinghan guessed that maybe he really had some connection with this song, otherwise how could he have a sense of déjà vu?
Or maybe he had entered the illusion created by the giant baby beast again and was confused again...
Not to mention, Xinghan's mind emerged with a vague image of a man walking in the light and shadow. His shawl made people feel relaxed both physically and mentally, just like the mountains and rivers.
The music seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, bringing Xinghan back to some distant memory.
He closed his eyes and let his mind fly freely with the music, feeling the emotions and stories behind every note.
Sometimes exciting, sometimes sad, sometimes fighting, sometimes pastoral...
Under the guidance of this music, Xinghan's spiritual power ran more smoothly.
It seems as if it has become one with the Yaoqin, together performing this musical feast that transcends time and space.
He could clearly feel the flow of spiritual power in his body, like rivers flowing into the sea, vast and boundless, yet delicate and subtle.
It was like turning on the switch of the zither. "Could it be that this zither also needs to be powered on to use it?"
Xinghan had an absurd idea, but was immediately interrupted by Yaoqin's music.
As the music gradually became louder, Xinghan felt that his body and mind were immersed in this power.
All worries and distractions are washed away.
He seemed to be standing at the pinnacle of the world, overlooking the endless cycle of all living things, and feeling the greatness of life and the mystery of the universe.
When the last note slowly fell, Yaoqin returned to calm, but Xinghan's heart could not calm down for a long time.
He knew very well that this piece of music was not only a resonance between him and the Yaoqin, but also a gift bestowed upon him by this mysterious land.
It seems like he wants to tell Xinghan something...
After the melody of the five-colored jade harp completely dissipated, Xinghan seemed to have experienced a game of chess and a conversation of the soul across time and space.
In this invisible exchange, he felt unprecedented wisdom and enlightenment, but unfortunately, he could never see the appearance of the mysterious opponent or partner. The haziness and mystery made this experience even more intriguing.
When Xinghan woke up from this strange state, he found himself back to reality.
Looking around, he was surprised to find a little golden ball of fur next to him, which was looking at him curiously with its big round eyes.
The little ball of fur looks very cute, emitting a warm and soft golden light, making people want to get close to it.
"Xingxing!" The little fur ball suddenly spoke, calling Xinghan in that childish and crisp voice.
Xinghan was stunned for a moment, then realized that the little guy seemed to be communicating with him.
"I'm a baby giant beast. When I grow up, I'll be called Xingxing. When I get smaller, I'll have another name. Guess what?" the little fur ball continued, with a bit of pride in his tone, "But you can also call me Jinqiu, because I like the golden color of autumn."
Xinghan was amused by the little furball's self-introduction, and he responded jokingly:
"Jinqiu? This name suits you very well. You look as warm as a little sun."
As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers and gently touched the soft hair of the little ball of fur, feeling a warm and comfortable power.
Jinqiu seemed to be very happy about Xinghan's closeness. It circled around Xinghan for a few times, then jumped onto his shoulder and rubbed his cheek with its small body. Xinghan could feel Jinqiu's innocence and kindness.
He realized that this seemingly insignificant little ball of fur might become an important companion in his journey.