What is the meaning of the existence of wind in the world? It won't be eternity, it won't be faith, it won't be fate. The wind, sometimes it is gentle, softens all things, and often it is furious, and it brings terrible destruction. It is formless, incorporeal, and elusive.

Does the wind have a mind too?

Wind...... Will there be, heart?

……

Moro stepped into the Wind Clan's forbidden land, the Wind Dream Temple. It is a turquoise hall, decorated with simplicity and a little mystery. There is no decoration in the main hall, except for a large chair in the center, on which sits a turquoise coffin. In front of this coffin, an old man stood with his back to Mora, facing the turquoise coffin. Mo Luo looked at the old man quietly like this, silent.

When everything has begun, it will not wait long, because there is no escape. How can you escape the one you choose. So, it won't be too long.

After tea time, Moro still didn't move. The old man seemed to have just come to his senses, and turned to face Moro. He was as ordinary as the old man next door, and he didn't seem to have any strength, like a mortal. Moro looked at him, and a young man looked at an old man like this, very ordinary. The old man smiled softly, looked at Mo Luo, and said, "Little friend has been waiting for a long time, and the old man is lazy. After speaking, he bowed softly.

''It's not the real thing.'' Mo Luo looked at the old man, very calmly, not at all because the old man was the first ancestor of the Wind Clan and the real ancestral realm. But the old man was slightly startled, not because of Mo Luo's attitude towards him, but because Mo Luo broke the truth with one word. This body of his is indeed not a real body, it is his strongest doppelganger, although it cannot reach the level of the ancestral realm, but it also has the strength to be infinitely close to the ancestral realm, and it was actually said by Mo Luo.

"Because, your body, there is no heartbeat." Moro muttered to himself. The old man was shocked again. He didn't expect that it was just because of this heartbeat......

"Okay, let's get down to business, your doppelganger comes out, and it can be regarded as giving me face." Mo Luo doesn't care what the old man thinks in his heart, he does what he has to do, this is his Mo Luo's style. ''It's time to fulfill the promise of the year.' ’’

The old man smiled wryly. ''If that's the case, you know that it's impossible to hide from everything.'' The old man looked at Mo Luo, "Little friend, please let the old man look at the certificate of the year." ’’

Moro didn't say anything, but took out the jet-black twig-like knife.

''Wraith. There was a flash of light in the old man's eyes.

This black knife that looks so ordinary, but its origin is so amazing, even if it were an ordinary ancestral realm, he might not be able to control himself and want to snatch it regardless of his identity! In fact, even this old man had the idea of snatching it over at that moment and taking it for himself! One can imagine how amazing this knife is.

''Then, little friend, should you fulfill what your clan promised me back then?'' In the end, the old man restrained himself, not because he was high-spirited, but because he was also jealous!

Mo Luo was silent, quietly looking at the turquoise coffin on the big chair in the middle of the main hall, slightly distracted. "That's him," Mo Luo turned to look at the old man, "the person who was born without a life, and only by relying on my fate can it be possible to reawaken again, that is, your grandson, the body of the wind source that has not been born in the wind clan for thousands of years, and the foundation of the wind clan's continuation." ”

At this time, the old man was slightly silent. "Sure enough, you know everything. ”

"So, let's get started. ”

The black knife in Mo Luo's hand suddenly swung out, slashing at the turquoise coffin, and slashing the coffin open!

"Damn!" an old man in the hall blew up.

"Little friend, you are, oops, do you know this coffin, my grandson, this ...... Alas!" The old man was so shocked and angry by Moluo's actions that he didn't even say a complete sentence. Mo Luo didn't care about it, and after splitting the coffin with a knife, he saw a young man in a blue-green robe in the coffin, uh, just like that~drop~out~come~

But the unconscious young man did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, as if he were as light as a gust of wind.

At this time, Mo Luo closed his eyes, but a wraith black knife was cut off, leaving traces in the void, gradually outlining a strange pattern, and that pattern gave people a very mysterious feeling, as if it was fate.

"Destiny, name!"