Moro looked at the world quietly, a blood-colored shroud of heaven and earth, everything was covered under the blood-colored barrier, weird, but silent. It's scary. It's also very sad. Because all this exists only in the eyes of Mora. His blood-colored eyes were dark.

In fact, his eyes are indeed no longer visible. In his eyes, the blood-like color was actually a burning flame. Since then, there has only been one color in his eyes. Everything is shrouded in a blood-colored barrier.

It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what color the sky is.

Moro stared at the sky in a daze.

In fact, he didn't leave the Wind Clan. What he used in front of the First Ancestor of the Wind Clan was indeed the secret method of the Ancient Hades Clan, but after all, he had only just passed the One Yuan Tribulation, and his own strength was actually not very strong. The only reason why he was able to defeat that mourning shadow was because in the face of his special fate, the mourning shadow could only show the same level of strength, otherwise, it would be impossible for Moro to defeat him. Joke, the first ancestor of the Wind Clan can't beat the real ancestral realm!

Moro is now in the lowest dwelling of the WindClan. The Wind Clan has launched a great array to protect the mortals, and the mortal spirits living here are still living comfortably, the world in their eyes has not changed in the slightest, the sky is still blue, and life is still as tired and happy as ever.

A little envious.

Moro thought suddenly.

Comfortable, peaceful life, at least, the sky is blue, the blue is pure, without a trace of variegation. Moro suddenly felt a little envious. At least, they can live a carefree life, and at least, the world in their eyes is still so beautiful.

Moro looked in front of him, and a group of innocent children ran past him, singing simple nursery rhymes.

"The blue wind blows to the sky, the blood-red sun is big and round; the blue wind blows out the flames, and the red fire does not extinguish and burns the sky; on the day of the funeral rain, the sky is dark, and the boat sleeps in a cloud of smoke and rain; the curtain is covered, and the sky is not seen, and there is a way in the world...... "The clothes of these children are not very bright, but they look very shabby, very simple, and some of the children even have patches on their clothes. But they are so comfortable, carefree, they don't have to worry about anything, although they don't have enough food every day, but that's their life, it's real. And compared to Moluo, at least when there is a catastrophe, there is also the Wind Clan to open the Fan Protection Array to protect them, at least the sky in their eyes will be blue at any time.

That's nice.

But I want to laugh a little.

The First Ancestor of the Wind Clan seems to have misunderstood something. If he knew that the reason why my demon clan found the Wind Clan in this plan back then was actually just because of the Wind Clan's song passed down from the prophecy of the Heavenly Monument at the bottom of the Luohe River to trigger the Underworld, and the others didn't need the Wind Clan to do it at all, what would this First Ancestor of the Wind Clan look like?

At the same time, an old man frowned, his face was bitter, and he lamented.

Moro looked up at the sky. He could see it. The color of the sky.

Blood-colored sky.

It's a pity, right? It seems so to speak. I have a path that I have to go, an answer that I must know, and something that I have to do.

The young man's dim eyes lowered, his one arm stretched out, the Wraith Knife held in his hand, and gently raised the blade, a shallow scratch silently cut through the space, and the young man's figure seemed to become a little shallower. Calm. In the calm, the young man slowly approached the crowd, and his figure faded and faded, gradually disappearing. But no one noticed.

In another deep path of the Wind Clan, an old house sits alone in this abandoned place, deserted. In the old house, dust was piling up all over the house, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere on the table and floor. In the silence, the figure of Moro quietly appeared here, still holding the Wraith Knife in his hand. His dark eyes lifted up and looked at the table in the room. Then he lifted the knife with one arm, used the knife as a pen, and drew something on the table. Soon after, an obscure pattern appeared on the table, and then Moro slashed it down, like raindrops falling on the calm surface of a lake, and the ripples of space rolled up on the table. Moro looked in a certain direction and whispered, "Let's go." Then he jumped into the ripples of the space, and everything was calm.

The Wind Clan, in the quiet turquoise hall.

The young man in the turquoise robe quietly looked at the different-colored sky in front of him and was silent for a long time. His figure looks ethereal, and it is very trance-like, giving people the feeling of not being there, fluttering like a gentle wind. The boy frowned, he was thinking about something, but there was no answer. For him, where does the road lie ahead?

He didn't know.

Even now he doubts the meaning of his existence.

Suddenly, he felt as if someone was looking at him. Dull eyes. There is an endless whirlpool in the eyes, and you can't see the bottom, but you want to indulge in the feeling of it.

Answer. Go and find it. Wind.

Is this the answer......

Feng Shi seemed to feel something, and looked in the direction of the old house where Moro had disappeared.

He smiled. He slowly put on the golden ghost mask.

"Old man," the First Ancestor of the Wind Clan quietly appeared behind Feng Shi, or rather, this old man never left. "Open that brocade," said Feng Shi, turning back to look at the brocade in the old man's hand. The old man sighed lightly, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, but he didn't hesitate and opened the brocade. There is only one sentence on it: search, answer, desert of quicksand, dark life.

So, it's time to go. Feng Shi's face was hidden under the golden ghost mask, only a burst of distraction in his eyes, and a look of anticipation.