The Journey Is Long

Someone asked Li Mo: What is your strongest move? Li Mo thought for a while: I am better at dying. Tan Lingshi said that he was in a mortal body and could reach the red ring at most in his life. His mother sold the shop and neatly stacked twenty spiritual stones. When she sent him up the mountain, the frost scars on the tiger's mouth were still there. He feels that his greatest achievement in this life is to get half a spoon more food in the canteen. Until death—— A voice without warmth said to him: "Your ring is the darkest I've ever seen." Then he wakes up in a different body. He was accompanied by an ever-tightening mark and a gray-black erosion line that began to spread from his palm. In the next one hundred and seventy years, he changed into more than a dozen bodies. He has been a loser, a genius, a woman, a fish, a general, and a monster. Each life is shorter than the last. He is heading to the same place in every life. The cost is that the eclipse line climbs from the palms to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the neck. The price was that he couldn't remember their faces anymore. Someone had been waiting for him for three lifetimes, and he walked through that door every time without recognizing him. Someone put a bead into his pocket and said, "I am still me even if the ring is broken." Someone died for him, and he only said one sentence before he died: My daughter's name is Chen Nian, and her father did not embarrass her. Someone died under the peach tree in the back mountain of Hehuan Sect, and only two words were engraved on the monument - Been here. And he just kept walking. One hundred and seventy years of walking. From the age of fifteen to the end of my soul. Not a hero, not a genius, not the chosen one. Just an ordinary person who has been dead for one hundred and seventy years. "But the city was never broken."