Anseong, inside the castle lord's tower.

  The little girl Su stayed on the third floor of the main tower of the city every day as always, reading a lot of books.

  She felt like she had read many, many books, but still less than one ten-thousandth of the size of this room.

  Just like her age, ten years old, only ten years old.

  She can't wait to grow up, but time is like the books around her, and she doesn't know when she'll see the last one and when she'll reach the age she wants.

  A lot of things happened today, and the eternal night suddenly came, and the lord of Anseong and Shui Xingzhou decided to lead their troops south.

  They have finally made up their minds to join the Lord of All Hearts and fight the darkness together.

  Su Tian turned the pages of the book thoughtlessly, and she saw the true face of darkness in some books.

  For her, it's more like a true story hidden in mythology, the black ancient dragon, and the seven towers that represent sin, and the ——— eternal night that everyone can feel (shēn) today.

  Eternal night falls, and the dragon returns.

  Su Tiantian still thinks of her brother from time to time, with dark hair and eyes, quiet and easy-going, she wants to grow up quickly, she wants to find him quickly.

  She remembered her past, when her brother and uncle had sold her to a man with a black cloak and slender limbs, and then she had arrived in the town of Impermanence.

  The new mother treats her very well, although life can't catch up with the old home, but she likes it very much and enjoys it.

  But everything is built on lies, and all the same, want her to die.

  Except for daylight.

  "Miss. (shēn) Anseong guards in red armor ascended the stairs and called out to Su Tiantian.

  She frowned slightly and said, "Don't call me Miss, I have a name." ”

  The guard immediately said, "Yes, Su Tiantian." ”

  "Are they all ready, are they about to go?" asked Su Tiantian nonchalantly.

  The eyes are still on the book in their hands, but their eyes penetrate the words, penetrate the book, and plunge into the void.

  The red armor guard said: "In addition to that, there is new news from Huarong City, the son of the sword has entered the tower, and the city lord asked me to tell you." ”

  The book in Su Tiantian's hand fell to the ground, she felt her hands tremble, she didn't understand this feeling, none of the books here could tell her.

  "What's wrong with you?" the Red Armor Guard was a little overwhelmed, an adult who really didn't know how to communicate with a little girl who was more mature than himself.

  Su Tiantian's voice became smaller and smaller, with a trilling voice in the middle. "I, I, I'm fine, I want to go to see the lord of the city. ”

  ......

  The lord of Anseong (shēn) posture (tǐng) went into battle lightly, carrying a huge black bow on his back, and he couldn't tell what material it was, reflecting the cold light of death.

  The water boat sticker (shēn) with the wind-pressed sword pinned to his waist stood beside the city lord.

  Under the firelight, the boat said in a deep voice, "Everyone has arrived." ”

  A passage suddenly parted in the middle of the converging armies.

  Su Tiantian squeezed through the passage, she came to the city lord, and her tone was extremely firm: "I will also follow you." ”

  The city lord of Ancheng directly refused: "No, you stay here." ”

  Su Tiantian was about to cry. "I'm going. ”

  Shui Xingzhou looked at Tiantian, then looked at the city lord, and said, "Take her, I will take care of her." ”

  Su Tiantian's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of begging.

  The city lord of Anseong sighed, raised his hand and gestured.

  Amid the roar, the south gate of Anseong opened.

  Shui Xingzhou and Su Tiantian glanced at each other, and the latter smiled gratefully.

  The banner of the burning clouds fluttered in the wind, and it was like a sunset illuminated by the firelight.

  The horses' hooves were like thunder, and more than 2,000 Chiyun cavalrymen with torches in their hands left Ancheng with grim faces and a sense of farewell.

  ......

  Three days later, the Chiyun cavalry led by the city lord of Ancheng rushed to Huarong City.

  Peace has been restored to Huarong City, but it can be regarded as a heavy loss.

  On the day of the arrival of the eternal night, the two important allies of the Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect, they gave up the Northern Wilderness and returned to the Southern Heaven Continent.

  This confirms what the city lord of Anseong said at the beginning: immortal cultivators are unreliable.

  The Wanchen army and the Desolate Wind Regiment led by the Shadow Cat are the current main combat forces of Huarong City.

  Now it's not the enemy that's the hardest thing to deal with.

  Having lost the allies of the immortal cultivators, the Wanchen soldiers had no fighting spirit in the dark.

  ......

  In the tower of the Black Grass Plains, after seeing Liu Duyan's escape, Daylight was completely relieved.

  In fact, he has long been aware of the inadequacy of self (shēn), whether it is facing a straw hat man or a hexagonal deformity beast, it is also a good thing if he improves his strength in this tower.

  He also needs to be approved by the throne in order to have the hope of resurrecting his father.

  The white-haired and white-bearded mirage stood quietly to the side, and he patted his palms gently.

  Egg-sized dots of light began to emerge around the Dust Shrine.

  Countless points of light float around, different colors, and can be seen everywhere, as if among the stars.

  "What are these points of light?" Bai Tian couldn't help but ask.

  Mirage replied calmly, "This is the power that the world has been rushing to, the knowledge and power that has existed since the beginning of the world. ”

  "The white dots of light are souls, and most of them still preserve the memories of their lives, and they are more comprehensive than books, but it's best not to touch them, because the (qíng) thread contained in them is completely different from yours and will slowly erode you. ”

  "The yellow dot of light is the formula, from ancient times to the present, thousands of worlds, all the cultivation methods you can think of are here, you can read them at will, but you must do what you can, don't covet high-level methods. ”

  "What about the black ones?" asked Daylight.

  He saw a black ball of light, larger than any other point of light, hanging far above the tower.

  "It's a sad memory that will kill you, and there is only that yǔn Xu touch here, and it belongs to me. Mirage replied, his tone sad with sadness.

  Daylight nodded, he wouldn't touch the unknown and dangerous.

  For the rest of the day, he stayed in the tower to cultivate.

  But every time he passed by that strange black ball of light, he couldn't help but look at it a few times, as if that thing was luring him.

  It was as if a secret was waiting for him to open.

  But he still controls the curiosity (yù) in his heart and follows the instructions of the mirage.

  While absorbing the primordial spiritual power to improve himself, Bai Tian plans to enrich his skills.

  So he set out to choose a recipe from the countless yellow balls of light.

  There are too many recipes in the tower, almost all the recipes in the long stream, and after a few days, I haven't even read one ten-millionth of a million in the daytime, let alone choose the right recipe.

  Ghosts, people, and two-level magic tricks can be seen everywhere here, but none of them are more subtle than the six-word sword construction technique.

  He does not lack the method of attacking, he does not lack the method of cultivation, what he lacks is an auxiliary (xìng) method (shēn).

  He was always looking for a recipe that suited him.

  After a few days of screening, the day was free to the ball of light, and he raised his right hand, and the points of light quickly gathered towards him.

  The shēn sphere of light spun rapidly, and during the day you feel like you are in a huge meteor shower.

  ......