Yang Jin's voice echoed in the empty wooden house, and across the wall was the endless wind and snow.

"So there was an accident in that god-making ritual, right?"

"With lies and sin intertwined, accidents are almost inevitable, aren't they?"

In response to Tsering Gesang, Yang Jin sneered sarcastically, she has always been a very light girl, many emotions will not be directly expressed, whether it is anger, joy or fear, and those negative emotions she is also used to digesting by herself, buried together with the heavy snow, in the end, Yang Jin did not say a word about it, and even took out extra energy to warm others.

But now she has made no secret of her sharpness, and together with the fact that it has not been confirmed for all these years, and it is really entrenched in her heart, affecting her judgment, and making her long-term insistence meaningless, she has vented it together.

"That sacrifice was a complete failure after the identity of the Black Saintess and the White Saintess were reversed - the White Saintess was originally just a sacrifice of the sacrifice, unable to accommodate the powerful divine power of the "Goddess's Battle Suit" gathered in one place, and the risks were unpredictable, not to mention that the sacrifice in front of the temple could not be stopped once it began. As for whether he can successfully summon the Tower of Babel and open the mirage that connects the past and the present, the High Priest has only half the chance of winning, even if it is blessed by her personally, it may not be successful, but with the addition of the Black Saintess, the sacrifice has been variable, and the Tower of Babel has really been summoned. ”

Tsering Gesang clearly did not participate in that period of history, but he was still shocked by Yang Jin's words. His mind was disorganized, and for no reason he contrasted this heavy reality with his own dreams, and he felt that he was almost swallowed up by the huge noise that he only felt a ten-thousandth of despair.

The sense of a nightmare waking up is especially profound at this moment, and everything seems to be less real.

"So the failure of that sacrifice directly created the tragic fate of the Wu Clan?"

"That's right. ”

Yang Jin nodded slightly, her sigh shattered in the wind, as if lamenting the sad fate of the Wu Clan.

The sacrifice became a harbinger of death, but the innocent people were kept in the dark, believing that it would bring about their new life. It was the joint preparation of the people of the ancient country of Loulan for more than ten years, the accumulation of all their hopes, and the power condensed by the supreme faith, and everything was ignited that night. The sacrifice in front of the temple was more solemn than ever, and the tribesmen had the purest faith, waiting for the god who had blessed them to awaken, but they waited for the god who destroyed the world. ”

This is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

The lack of human greed makes everything ferment, and greed gradually distorts the originally good things, devouring all the goodness, and naturally becomes out of control. If it weren't for the catalysis of greed, how could a false god be "created" by trying to use the power of the gods with manpower, so that the remnants of the divine power of the "goddess's suit" got out of control, and disaster occurred.

When the blessing of the gods turns into an endless rage, there is simply no one to bear.

By the time the High Priest of Loulan realized that it was too late, she had no way to prevent the tragedy from happening. She watched as the White Saintess gradually distorted because she could not withstand the divine power, completely lost her consciousness, and became a walking corpse representing war and sacrifice. And the remaining divine power continued to find a suitable place to go in the process of flowing, and it automatically converged on the body of the Black Saintess who had already become a victim of the summoning mirage, and should have died in that dance of destruction——"

"Is that the little princess of Loulan?"

"Yes, it's the little princess. ”

Yang Jin didn't continue to say more, she tried her best to restrain her tone to the extent of understatement, and tried her best to tell Tsering Gesang the truth of that incident objectively, but the truth was still cruel.

When I was young, it was always difficult to understand the cruelty behind a thing, and what I heard would become ethereal because I didn't understand it, and many emotions were weakened, which became more and more unreal. For example, when Yang Jin was still young, when she first heard the mysterious woman tell this, she just thought it was a story that was not good, even a story that she didn't believe in and sounded ridiculous. Its effect is just to bury a thorn deep in the heart, and from time to time to reminisce, I can't figure out why.

It wasn't until a long time later, when Yang Jin really discovered the inherent problems of the Wu Clan, and gradually tasted the prudence in it, that he suddenly realized that all this was far more than just the plain story of the mysterious woman. She tried to figure out more things from those few words, only to find that the tragedy of the year was by no means imaginable to others, it was the bleakness after the sea of corpses and blood, and if she didn't experience it herself, she didn't empathize with it, let alone find the truth through the tampered retelling?

It's just self-deception and whitewashing the peace.

"That'....... What happened in the end?"

Tsering Gesang tried his best to weigh his words, and from the cruelty that was covered up by Yangjin, he captured the truth little by little.

"How did that catastrophe end up?"

In the end, it was the little princess in the flower soul who defeated the evil god created by the high priest of Loulan, and in order to protect her people, she had to fight against the killing machine that had long since lost consciousness, the evil god that was created. But when the container of the killing machine was shattered, more divine power penetrated into the little princess's body, and the original out-of-control divine power became more uncontrollable without the blessing of the high priest, just creating a new monster. ”

"And she....... She ......." Tsering Gesang pondered his tone for a long time, but he still didn't know how to describe what he wanted to express, so he just asked very palely, "Is she still alive?"

"The little princess was torn to pieces by the divine power, but she was endlessly resurrected in the sea of flowers, she became a monster who could not live or die, destined to sleep forever in the flower soul for a thousand years, digesting the impact of those divine powers on her little by little, until waiting for the owner of the flower soul to wake her up and start that doomed revenge, do you say she is alive or dead?"

Evil God, Flower Soul.

Monster.

After being created by the drama, half of the sleeping evil soul hibernated in the "goddess's suit", and half slept with the flower soul, waiting until a thousand years later to represent the awakening of revenge, and from then on the black saint and the white saint were completely opposed.

An unresolved contest that lasted for millennia, woven by another shocking lie.

Under the coaxing of the little princess, the witch clan believed in the lie of immortality as always, and the twelve concubines took the remaining tribe to hide in the mountains, continuing to worship the evil god with the sacrifice against the sky, waiting for the remnants of the divine power of the "goddess's battle suit" to recover. They have always been confined to reincarnation, and they have paid a huge price through the power of faith, but in the end, all that awaits them is disaster.

After all, all of this is just a big lie.

All irrationality has been proven, and all distortions and sins have been revealed.

It wasn't until this moment that Tsering Gesang suddenly realized who the girl Abba saw in the sea of flowers, the girl who was awakened by the entangled flower vines and reborn in the sins haunting the flower soul. At that time, the weak and pale man stepped forward step by step, and finally stopped at the edge of the sea of flowers that covered the sky.

He allowed the entangled mandala flower to devour him, let his life force be swallowed by the flower soul, and then awakened by the power of the evil god, and finally he became entangled with the girl, coexisted with death, formed an alliance, and awakened the silent soul with his own life.

When the man handed the mandala flower to the girl's hand, he called out softly.

"Little princess. ”

This is not a doting term between lovers, nor is it a compliment to a high-flying girl.

The little princess he is talking about represents a unique identity.

- Little Princess Loulan.

Thousands of years later, the so-called "master of the flower soul" actually awakened the monster sleeping in the mandala flower through a strange sacrifice, and the antagonism that had been silent for thousands of years has been completely sharpened, and it is time to make a decision after all.

While Tsering Gesang was silently pondering, Yang Jin's gaze fell on the heavy snow.

"These things were told to me by a mysterious woman I met when I was ten years old, when I was about to enter the temple to prepare for the next sacrifice in samsara, for which I worked hard and looked forward to it, and my dream since childhood was that the last sacrificial dance must not be wrong. But at this time, someone suddenly told me that all this was fake, and that all the sacrifices that we Wu clan had paid to maintain it would only awaken a monster. Guess I felt?"

"Yes....... It's desperate. ”

Tsering Gesang knew that no matter what he answered at this time, it seemed too understated, and he couldn't say words of relief, but he still couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Yes, despair, indeed. ”

Yang Jin's sigh was lighter than the snow falling, and when Tsering Gesang recalled it a long time later, he could still remember that she was so sad that she couldn't see her expression lightly, as if the struggles of the years had been sunk in that sigh.

"I didn't believe these words, but since I met that strange woman, I've started to think uncontrollably about some of the problems within the Wu Clan....... No one has made it clear why the reincarnation of the Wu clan comes from, but it has persisted until now. Why every twelve years, the twelve concubines and saints disappear, and no one knows where they went, and then new girls will take their place. Even the existence of the gods and the so-called blessing itself, no one can explain where these rumors came from.......

Speaking of this, Yang Jin's tone became a little sharper, and then he continued.

"It's actually unreasonable, it's just covered up by preconceived notions, so no one will mention it, right?"