"Tombstones?"

"The last memory of a great civilization! A monument of culture! A record of greatness and legend!"

"Stone, are you old and confused, how is this a tombstone?"

The power in Heishi's body suddenly went berserk, and a frantic roar came out directly, shaking Tong Mu's head buzzing, and a majestic force poured out directly from the Star Picking Guide, accurately hitting the silver-white stone.

"Picking the Stars!!" Gu Qianyun looked at Tong Mu's flashing right hand in horror, and trembled excitedly.

Under the action of black power, the silver-white stone trembled slightly, and the surrounding air flashed from time to time with this trembling, and the picture flashed and decomposed into various symbols, these silver-white symbols swayed regularly with the rhythm of the stone, and some strange characters appeared every time they swung.

"This is?" Gu Qianyun and Tong Mu looked at each other playfully, and they both saw an unbelievable meaning in each other's eyes.

"It's the structure of the space that adapts to it so that it can communicate with us!" said Kuroshi excitedly.

Suddenly, the silver-white stone emitted a brilliant light, which seemed to cover all the light in this space, and a long dragon of silver-white light rose into the sky, reflecting a strange colorful glow in the air at a height of hundreds of meters, and Kirimu seemed to faintly hear the noise coming from a distance.

The soft breeze blew, as if embracing everything into his arms, and in an instant, the vast and boundless universe flashed in his mind, and then appeared under the nine shadows, and finally, a desolate voice came into his ears,

"The history of life has lasted for hundreds of millions of years, civilization itself seems to be prosperous, every race is constantly progressing, growing step by step, we can step through the void, we can control life and death, and even predict the future or go back to the past, we seem to have created one miracle after another. ”

"This makes life itself have the illusion of having the power of God, but every kind of life will only find out in the end that the real power is always in the hands of time, in the face of cold time, it is not difficult for you to find that leaving your own footprints in this world is far more difficult than creating a god, maybe at the end of all life, all we can do is to prove that we have existed, brilliant, lost, we are actually very fragile, very fragile!"

The voice was vast and ethereal, pure and abnormal, without any pretentious ingredients, which made the two people present in awe.

After the stone finished translating these words, he regained his composure and said no more.

Gu Qianyun looked at Tong Mu in amazement, and the latter repeated Heishi's words in the original text,

"This is a monument to a great civilization!"

Tong Mu stood silently, staring at the silver-white light of the stone around the body, in a trance, in the bleak autumn wind, a small mountain bag appeared out of thin air, a hundred zhang high, fifty zhang wide silver-white giant tree towering on the mountain bag! The shade of several acres of giant trees covers the sky and the sun, looking from a distance, a sense of depth and mystery makes people breathless, the giant tree is surrounded by clouds, and the dense branches are strong and powerful.

Tong Mu looked up, only to see its torso erect, straight into the sky, listen carefully, there is the illusion of a vast Sanskrit sound piercing the sky.

Around the giant tree, there are many steles.

The vines were full of immortal energy, and they struggled to drag up the huge tombstone that was about to fall, and the last touch of the slanting sun on the horizon, weakly shining on the silver-white tombstone, seemed to be a little desolate.

The tombstone base has three levels, and each stone step is scattered with a large number of dead branches and leaves, arranged in the shape of the sun and moon, which seems to be some kind of sacrificial ritual, but based on the degree of withering of the leaves, it is speculated that this ritual should have occurred many years ago.

Above the tombstone, a plane of pure black gemstones is neatly inlaid with a square foot, and it seems to be engraved with someone's posthumous image.

Seeing this, Heishi seemed to be a little excited, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Tong Mu frowned, and looked at it, there was a strange tree painted on the black gem board, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is strange, this tree is composed of many soft branches, its branches are like devil's claws stretching out in all directions, each branch seems to be wrapped with many stones, the branches seem to secrete a very sticky glue, these stones are stuck by the branches, and most of the body has been dissolved.

"This is the dragon's blood and cypress, extremely terrifying, in ancient times, it used the creatures of our stone civilization as food, and it was the spiritual totem of the tree civilization!"

"What's written on this?" Tong Mu looked at the strange text underneath the carving, which seemed to be written in two words, but he didn't recognize either.

"Guangwu Emperor Westwood, the true martial era in May 1583, the beginning of the spiritual wisdom, died in 21432, at the age of 19850. His long and glorious life has made outstanding contributions to the basic theoretical research of tree and stone sociology, and his scientific research results have provided a solid foundation for the establishment of a new world of harmonious coexistence between trees and stones in the Zhenwu era. At the same time, he is also the real leader of the Apocalypse Continent, with superb strength and benevolence, and later generations commented on him: "After splitting the mountains and regretting the sea, only Guangwu Yunguan is a hundred gods." The Apocalypse Wood and Stone Alliance will always remember you, great Eastwood!"

The stone translated faintly, and suddenly, there was a look of horror in his eyes.

I saw him staring at the signature of the person who engraved the epitaph at the place where the inscription was signed - Xinzhai!

"Father!"

Kuroshi suddenly choked up, his voice softened a lot, and he fell into infinite silence.

Tong Mu star's eyes lowered, and he took out the black stone from the star picker, and the latter flew directly to the tombstone.

He rubbed his square body against the plane of the black gem, gently sliding over his father's name, as if he could touch his father's broad body and cold cheeks by approaching the thing.

Heishi let out a terrible whimper, because he found that the material of this epitaph was his father's body, and the appearance of Hei Duyu was cold and hard, and Heishi naively thought that this was the depth and breadth of life, eternal youth, and would never be consumed by time.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. A piece of black jade actually connects life and death forever, how strange and ridiculous.

Blackstone frantically slammed his body into the monument, but the monument was only an inch away forever, a transparent film separating him from his father forever.

After a cup of tea, the exhausted Heishi flew in front of Tong Mu, disappointed and speechless.

Tong Mu, who had stood there quietly for a long time, had a smile on his stiff face, and a smile like the warm sun replaced the gloomy sorrow, making the scene glorious again.

"Shh......h Listen carefully!"

Kirimu said softly.

A swarm of young insects flew out of the monument, with short antennae, a pair of compound eyes, flapping their wings, fluttering in the afterglow of the sunset, beautiful and dazzling colors.

A breeze blew through them, swaying them up and down.

Kirimaki bent down to pick up a few small insects that had fallen and died, and looked at them carefully.

"It's ...... Mayflies?"

Gu Qianyun looked at the things in Tong Mu's hand with some surprise, a little stunned.

A large mayfly in the shape of a flying fish quietly landed on the black stone, the stone trembled slightly, as if he felt his father staring at him in the abyss, caressing its body and saying a word:

"What you do with your heart, you will not regret it even if you die!"

"Time is the most ruthless, enveloping everything forward, and only the glorious part of it will be passed down from generation to generation in the corridor of time. The impurities will only be blown away by the rain and wind, and will be forgotten!In my opinion, your father, if he concentrates himself on the most meaningful things, he must be very peaceful when he leaves!" Kirimu said calmly.

"Mayflies are tiny creatures that live in the water, and they like to fly in groups at sunset. They are dying in the twilight of life, which is insignificant compared to our lives of a hundred years and thousands of years, but you can see their bright wings and show off through the sky, which is their posture of pursuing beauty. Gu Qianyun said movingly.

"The brilliance of life, the splendor of death, these things remind me of hibiscus flowers, crickets, meteors in the sky, and even our own short and shocking life!"

"Look!"

I saw that tens of thousands of mayflies formed a complex phalanx at this moment, fluttering their wings in the glow, and persistently flying towards the darkness in the distance. From a distance, the river below is filled with thick fog, and you can only see the waves surging again and again and the faint red twilight under the cover of the clouds.

The wind howled on the river, the thunderstorm was mixed with lightning, the bean-sized raindrops flapped on their weak wings, but they were still flapping their wings, still struggling, resisting, like warriors on a march, shouting, singing, their voices full of faith in victory.

"Ephemera crossing the river! This is floating across the river?"

Tong Mu recalled the question raised by the old man Shao Kangyan half a year ago, and the waves crashed on the shore in his heart, rolling up ripples.

"I understood that my father had volunteered to be part of this monument, because no one could engrave on the black jade, except himself. Heishi put down this sentence, and the demonic red light flashed, and he went straight back to the star picking.

Everything in front of him gradually disappeared, the space was light again, Gu Qianyun looked at Tong Mu with a complicated expression, suddenly knelt on his knees, and said loudly:

"Gu Qianyun, the right protector of the Divine Sect, meet the sect leader!"

The voice rolled in, the heavens and the earth changed color, Tong Mu looked at Gu Qianyun who was kneeling on the ground without shock, and smiled:

"Although I am a mayfly, over time, I will shake the tree, although you are a ninth-order demon god, but I can afford this kneeling!"

When Gu Qianyun heard this, his expression was radiant, he was prostrate on the ground, his whole body was surging with demonic energy, and a dark demonic qi floated towards Tongmu.

Tong Mu's right hand nebula flowed, and after a while, the black gas was all swallowed, his eyes were wide, his hands and feet trembled slightly, the breeze in his ears blew, and the blood tendons visible to the naked eye stood out from Tong Mu's whole body muscles.

"Silk~!"

He took a deep breath, his muscles swelled a few points again, and his hands pressed down to inhale the infinite pure magic power into the dantian.

After a long, long time, the Star Picking Companion seems to have changed again, the imprint of the stars in the palm of the hand is becoming more and more obvious, there seem to be many legends of newly generated stars around, enduring the pain of this body, but his heart is extremely happy, he seems to see that there is a miniature universe in the palm of his hand, maturing.