"You want to meet him?" the butterfly's ethereal voice read her heart.

Qianling was stunned and looked down at it.

"You don't belong to this plane, and if you rush in, you will disrupt the order of time. If it's serious, there's no going back. Butterfly reminded.

Qianling's eyelashes were dyed with snow, her black cloak and hair rose in the wind, and she muttered to herself, and her eyes were suddenly red:

"But...... I want to see him. There he is...... I want to see it, even if it's just from a distance......"

The transparent wings of the butterfly flapped and flew lightly in the wind, and a halo of light fell in the snow.

"Okay, Qianling. Everything has a cause and effect, and everything seems to be accidental, but in fact it is destined. ”

"The origin and extinction of your relationship with the moon god have long been determined in the dark. I just warn you that whatever you see, you are only a bystander, you must not interfere, you must not have emotions and connections with everything here. Otherwise, the course of history will change, and the future world will be catastrophically destroyed because of you. ”

Qianling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly lowered her head and looked at the gorgeous festival mask in her hand.

This is also ......

Was it meant to be?

The frost and wind rose, and the black cloak was covered with snow.

She slowly put the mask on, her long chestnut hair falling from behind the mask, her black wings stretching through the wind, frost and snow, towards the barrier and the crater.

Such......

No problem.

All the way forward, the wind and frost gradually faded, and the heat wave swept in.

The molten road that connects the sea of fire and hell is sealed in a forbidden place deep in the snow-capped mountains, where no living creature can survive for long.

Therefore, apart from the indestructible barrier and the intertwined chains of light, Ellens did not send guards to guard it.

Qianling easily crossed the barrier, crossed the glowing chains inside the crater, and made her way forward......

Heaven and earth turned upside down, and blazing flames swept up in an instant, burning the sky into a huge black hole. Thousands of sparks crashed down from the burning sky, beautiful and tragic as red meteors, igniting mountains and mighty rivers of molten gas, and scorching waves enveloped the entire heaven and earth......

- a sea of molten fire, the shore of hell.

Qianling's white mask was red by the firelight, and her pitch-black wings were folded, and she slowly landed on the top of a mountain.

The temperature under her feet was scorching, and she tossed and turned a few steps before she could barely get used to it, but it was still very uncomfortable.

Looking down from the top of the lava mountain, the river of molten lava runs across the earth like a red python, scorching the heavens and the earth into a red patch, and there is not a single star of green in the grass.

In the distance, you can see tall and steep lava mountains, fumigated black and red by the scorching waves, thousands of demonic servants are carrying rocks and building houses under the whipping of angelic guards, and a large number of women and children in tattered clothes are huddled on the lava banks and in the corners of the rocks, the sound of labor, the sound of whipping, and shouting are scorching in the flames and heatwaves.

That's what it is......

The molten fire of the demon clan that has been tortured and enslaved for generations.

The place where the month was born and raised.

Qianling's eyes trembled, and her eyes searched everywhere between heaven and earth.

I heard that the Aurora Sky Lock was the strongest Holy Light Seal that was strengthened after the Molten Path was opened and the Snow Mountain Seal was broken, and the Snow Mountain in this time and space has not yet enabled the Aurora Sky Lock.

This illustrates......

The current time should be before the path of molten lava opens, and the demon clan has not escaped through the sea of fire.

And the month ......

It should be somewhere here.

Qianling's eyes searched everywhere in the sky below, from the sea of fire to the molten lava, from the mountains to the riverside...... Nervous and expectant.

At this time, you are a complete stranger to me, a past you that I have never touched......

What age and what does it look like?

Have you already ascended the throne? Are you still cold-faced and moving your fingers all day long to call for wind and rain? Are you working with Lan Feng to prepare for breaking through the molten seal and leading your clan to be reborn into the world?

I miss you so much.

I want to see you, I want to hug you, I want to fall into my arms and bite you and bully you as usual, and I have no scruples about playing tricks......

"You haven't forgotten what I said, have you?" seemed to sense her thoughts, the butterfly fluttered its wings lightly, and the ethereal voice once again came into her ears, "You can only watch, not interfere." ”

Qianling lowered her head and nodded, her eyes continuing to search around the crowd.

But the molten slurry is long, the sea of fire is in the sky, the barren mountains and the hot land, the golden-armored guards who reprimand and whip, and the demonic servants who work and serve......

There was no crimson Manju Sawa, and there was no black-haired and robed boy.

Somewhere on the banks of the molten river, the sound of a fight and brawl caught her attention. It was said that the sea of molten fire was unbearably hot, and due to the powerful enchantments and chains of holy light set up in the outer snow-capped mountains, Elean did not send many guards to guard the banks of the molten lava. For a long time, there has been a lack of restraint, and there have been many fights and brawls among the demon clans, the molten pulp has become a river, the food is scarce, cannibalism has become a common thing, and the scene is very bloody and brutal.

And the few golden-armored angel guards on the lava land only cared about beating and scolding the demon slaves who were doing hard labor, and they didn't care about anything else, stepping on the half-eaten demon head, just like stepping through the green meadow......

However, the brawl in front of me is very special.

It was a barren area far from the center, unattended, food scarce, and the law of the jungle.

Three or five sturdy adult demon strong men were tearing at a ......

Children.

The child's silver hair, as pure as a waterfall, fell to his feet, and he was being pinched by his thin neck and lifted in the air.

From time to time, there were ragged demons looking around, but their eyes were not sympathetic or angry, and the scarlet blazing was full of a desire, a ......

Appetite.

But because he was afraid of those strong men, he didn't dare to come forward to fight.

Several thick hands firmly grasped the neck, arms, and legs of the delicately skinned and tender child, and several people tugged and scrambled to tear him around.

"This monster has finally fallen into my hands...... I've heard that you can't die if you throw him into the molten slurry, so I really want to try to screw my head off, can I regenerate it?"

"This, this arm is mine! Don't grab it, don't rob it!"

"Then I want this leg ......"

In the middle of the pulling, the child's silver hair was spread, his long hair was like snow, ice muscles and jade bones, and he had obviously lost the ability to resist, and he was allowed to tear in the hands of those people, revealing a delicate and immature little face between the messy hair.

On the top of the mountain where the spark crashed, Qianling's chestnut hair rose and fell in the heat of the sea of fire, and the familiar bright silver hair in her field of vision was stimulating her eyes.

Is that......

Her lips quivered in disbelief, her pupils contracted behind the mask, and she watched as the men grabbed his arms and legs violently, and the blood in her eyes was raging and she was about to fly to stop it......

A star of blue-purple light rippled in front of her, and the holy voice of the butterfly echoed like a bell, once again reminding her of the facts she had forgotten:

The bystander......

Don't meddle, don't intervene.