Chapter 622: Tracing the Origin

Lin En had a long-lost dream.

He dreamed that he returned home, not the home of this world, but the home before he crossed over. But it seemed to be the home near the time when he crossed over, but longer ago, when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, when he was in high school, Lin En saw a younger self.

In front of a grave, the young Lin En knelt on the ground, his eyes were red but not a single tear fell. Lin En suddenly realized that this was when his grandmother, who loved him the most, passed away. He knelt in front of the grave, listened to her words and did not cry, and vowed to study hard and become a useful person to society.

Have I become that kind of person?

Lin En subconsciously asked himself this question. He wanted to get closer to see, but the memory in the dream was distorted and changed, and he was pulled into a colorful and bizarre passage in an instant. This passage gave Lin En the feeling of endless repetition, and there were kaleidoscope-like colorful scenes up and down and left and right.

Some of those scenes were very familiar to him, which was his own life.

But some were very strange...

The scene changed, and Lin En came to a new scene again.

It seemed like the layout of the Rabbit House in the 1980s and 1990s before the millennium, with a kettle, a bicycle, an enamel cup, and a bust of a great man on the wall. His eyes were kind and gentle, but Lin En couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart, and an extremely complicated feeling rose in his heart.

At this time, a full-bodied voice sounded in the room.

"Xiaozhou, you are now a father, and I hope you will be serious about educating my grandson. The family motto of our Lin family is to be worthy of the heavens and the earth, and to be upright. He may not have done anything great, but he must not forget his roots."

"I know, Dad."

That was still a father in his thirties and a grandfather who was still full of energy. Lin En saw that the younger himself was carefully held in his father's arms. The two men who had been upright and overly strong all their lives had infinite expectations and love for this little life.

They believed that he would thrive.

Have I become the person they expected?

Lin En's complex emotions became more serious. He just wanted to walk a little closer, but his body fell into the repeated kaleidoscope again uncontrollably.

"Am I a butterfly in a dream? Or a dream in a butterfly? It's really magical..."

This time the scene was a large steel mill. Lin En saw a younger grandfather, who was above the boiling molten steel. He ignored his cheeks being stung by the bright red molten steel and sweating, and concentrated on observing the temperature of the molten steel. He recorded the temperature of the steel in his hand, and his dark face couldn't help showing a happy smile, and then fainted at his work station, almost falling off the iron bridge!

Lin En subconsciously rushed over and wanted to support him.

As a result, the scene changed again.

The snow was howling, thousands of miles of ice, and the mountains and rivers were steep.

A little boy with a similar face to his grandfather was carrying a steel gun, shivering with cold, and following a group of beggar-like people to climb the snowy mountains. The little boy's lips were chapped and his skin was purple and black due to the cold. The clothes on his body were almost useless in keeping warm.

Lin En followed him for a long time, so long that he had forgotten that he was Lin En, that he came from the future, and what on earth he was looking at here. The long time that lasted for thousands of years was about to crystallize and seep out in this terrifying white snow, as if it was a materialized nightmare that frightened him.

The number of these people was decreasing, but the kind that walked forward, at a certain moment, the person he was following actually

"Is that a cotton jacket on you? It's so beautiful, so beautiful."

What was even more terrifying was that he seemed to be able to see Lin En, and turned his head and said enviously.

"Can you see me?" Isn't this a dream? Lin En whispered in disbelief, but the little boy didn't seem to hear it, just looking at Lin En's direction with some nostalgia and envy.

"Why can't I see you? Do you think I shouldn't see you?"

"Who are you?" Lin En's eyes condensed. He felt that this dream was getting more and more wrong. He vaguely touched something, but in the dream that blinded his mind, it was difficult to wake up for a while.

"I am you."

"Ridiculous!" How could he be himself? He was clearly traveling through time and space... Wait, since when did he forget that this was actually a dream, a dream? Since it was a dream, everything here should actually be controlled by himself. The things in the dream are actually the reflection of his troubled mood. His dream was actually just to calm himself, or to remind himself.

"It seems that you already know who I am." The little boy smiled, and the surrounding environment began to melt like wax.

"You are me, a me that I once dared not face, the me before."

A flash of realization flashed in his green eyes, and the young gentleman really felt as if he was in another world.

"But if you want to awaken something from me, that's impossible."

"You've only been away from your hometown for a few months, it's too fast."

"This is to adapt."

"But I can't adapt."

"So I'm trying to change."

"Yes, I'm already doing it, but it doesn't have to be rote and copied. Sometimes, don't you think it would be more interesting to look at the world from this world's perspective? There are so many people waiting for me."

Lin En felt that his memory seemed to be connected with his own. He felt the blood and tears of working like a cow and a horse, the simple wish to live a good life, and the will to fight. The will of a swarm of insects dragged Lin En into a strong resonance, and he seemed to be in the ocean. And the little boy seemed to see the future of flowers and flowers, and the scene of living and working in peace and contentment.

He seemed to salute the beautiful scenery.

The space was distorted again.

This time the change returned to the kaleidoscope. Lin En saw the Black Holy Grail flying up and down, left and right. The moment she caught Lin En, her flawless and beautiful face suddenly showed a reassuring smile, and then rushed over like a mud truck.

Lin En was frightened and closed his eyes.

The expected collision did not happen. At the moment the two came into contact, Lin En suddenly had a general concept of his trip in his mind. It was called tracing back to the source. Looking back, there is always something ethereal in the soul blood that will be passed down, it just depends on whether it will be ignited.

This is also called the divine fire.