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The exit of the pit gradually revealed light.

A strange sound suddenly sounded from the front, sweeping in a torrential momentum, and the heavens and the earth seemed to collapse in an instant, turning into countless splashes of foam.

Gordon's mind went blank, and he stumbled on his feet, almost stumbling and falling.

The voice of the whole world rang out at this moment: lightning and thunder, the earth shook and the mountains shook, the tsunami set off violent storms and waves, and the brilliant stars poured from the top of the universe...... The drums from heaven and earth are booming, surging, the most majestic and the most savage.

Holding on to the cave wall, Gordon stumbled forward, and in all directions, endless waves of sound pressed against him. The ape cries and the crane cries, the dragon leaps and the tiger leaps, the seed arches through the hard frozen soil, and the ancient battlefield in the pool of blood explodes the last cry...... The breathing sound of living beings is sonorous, fine, dense, the most mysterious and the most tortuous.

"Where's that river?" Gordon was drowned in thousands of voices, struggling to walk, looking around in fear. He was just a little candle in the wind, so small and humble, so weak.

"Ask yourself." The monk's voice suddenly sounded, and it was close at hand. "When you find yourself, you find the river. No need for the abyss, no need for your eyes. ”

So Gordon closed his eyes, calmed down, and opened the world of his mind outward.

In an instant, all the voices sank, and everything was silent, so still that it seemed like it had lost its breath.

In the deepest, darkest, and most secret place of the mind, on the other side of consciousness, an undercurrent slowly wells up.

Silently, the undercurrent enveloped Gordon and swam into an indescribable ocean. Undercurrents are surging from all directions, endlessly, blending and converging, rushing to a common source.

As if the baby had returned to the warm womb, Gordon's senses were closed one by one, and the whole person was lazily curled up in a ball, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he wanted to completely dissolve into the ocean of undercurrents.

He suddenly knew that if he continued like this, he would even lose his sense of self. Eventually, as the saliva monster described, he died with a weird smile on his face.

"Run!" An undercurrent swam past him, the voice of a monk,

"How to run?"

"As long as you want."

In his mind, a beam of frost and snow-like cold light burst out, and Qingyue roared. The fangs completed the inheritance, and the silver veins were like silver feathers, shining and flashing.

Run!

As long as I want. Gordon raised his head, and the silver streaks quickly covered his arms, turning into a pair of huge wings of light.

Run, run, run!

He flapped his wings, soared up, and flew like an eagle!

Smoke rolls around, the sound of the waves is like a thunderbolt, and the white vapour is like a sea of clouds.

"You're finally here."

Gordon turned his head, and the monk flew beside him, his robe swollen like wings in the long wind, and his eyes sparkled with childlike joy.

"I'm coming." Gordon gazed excitedly at the monk, and although it was a simple three words, when it was spoken, it was like an ancient and solemn ritual.

Together, they flew upwards, like the freest wind, over the highest mountain tops. Gordon saw countless pairs of wings looming around, and creatures in various shapes were like a flock of birds, flapping their wings and chasing each other, drawing a swift trajectory.

They flew upwards, breaking through the sky, through the mist, and seeing the river.

"Boom!" The waves roar like heaven and earth, and they are deafening. The angry waves are emptied, the waves are magnificent, and the rivers of time hang between heaven and earth, without beginning and end, and are uncertain.

Gordon felt it bend like an arc, sometimes straight like a line, sometimes disappear inexplicably, and sometimes rush out of the void.

In my ears, countless pairs of wings emitted a dense vibration sound, like a vast raindrop sweeping across the long river, one after another wings unfolded, blooming the most gorgeous posture of flying.

At this moment, a transcendent emotion made Gordon's heart tremble.

"It turns out that this is the direction of running." He laughed at the monks, spread his wings, and greeted the stormy waves in a furious manner.

"Boom!" Thousands of heavy waves have been lapped, hurricanes have swept away, the world has been turned upside down, and from time to time wings have fallen with a wail, crushed by the waves.

"Even if you have wings, you will fall one day." The monk said as he flew over the crest of the waves.

"What if you had the whole sky?" Gordon turned left and right, swept high and low, shuttling through the cusp of the storm. Everywhere there were broken wings, scattered and sunk into the long river.

The monk looked up to the sky and laughed, and a huge wave greeted the hood, and the monk's robe shook out fine ripples, turning into shiny scales.

In a moment, a pair of wings turned into scales flying in the sky, and they converged.

Gordon's mind moved, and his light wings turned into silver scales, enveloping his body. More and more scales are thrown, close together, fluctuating along a wonderful curve, and merging into a huge and friendless fish!

The fishtail flicked violently, rushed into the river of time, cleaved the waves, fought the rapids, and the water splashed like snowflakes.

The waves were up and down, and all kinds of visions were born in Gordon's heart.

He turned into a shining sun, driving a chariot and inspecting the heavens and the earth; He was reborn as an evil ghost, with three heads forming an abyss and receiving worship from countless demons; Suddenly, he was a snow-white and sturdy bull, and pounced on the beautiful maiden; Immediately afterwards, he became a banshee in the mountains, forests and rivers, singing sadly and martyrdom......

I don't know how long it took, but Gordon woke up. In the field of vision, the stars are shining, floating and sinking, and the monk is sitting cross-legged, as if embedded in the starry sky.

Beneath them, a swirling blue star, through which time passes.

Gordon realized in his heart that those Sand Cave Clan warriors had turned into demons, and they had just chosen the most suitable way to evolve for them.

"The river is leaving." The monk sighed softly.

"Leave?"

"It is a traveler in time and space, passing through universes and never stopping. For it, the intersection with our world is only a short moment, but for us, it is a long million years. The monk had a lonely look on his face, "You are the last one to be destined." Go ahead! ”

They fell towards the planet beneath them.

There was a loud bang, and the waves crashed endlessly. The big fish churned, submerged in the waves, and the scales on its body continued to erode and peel off, turning into grains of turbid sand, which swirled and sank.

The big fish gradually fell apart, the scales were depleted, and eventually only the monks and Gordon remained.

"The time of separation has come." The monk gazed at Gordon, and the scales of the fish were gray and dull, cracked with fine lines.

"Why?" Gordon asked in a low voice.

The monk's calm face smiled: "According to legend, the fire has never been extinguished since the living beings stole the fire from the gods. Only when it is passed on from generation to generation can faith be perpetuated. You're right, you can't get past the finish line alone. ”

Facing the wind and waves, he smiled slightly, and said in a man's voice: "Looking at the world like a flower blooming and falling, may his heart be unstained, and may his feet be eternal." ”

The waves crashed, and the monks shattered and turned into grains of sand.

"Boom!" The waves are surging, and a huge stone monument slowly rises, towering to the sky, exuding a desolate and distant momentum.

Gordon stared at the stele and burst into tears.

"Let me sue you for my faith." At this moment, countless past events passed through Gordon's heart.

"Life is a drop of water, a river that melts into time." He remembers being paralyzed in bed as a child, struggling with all his might.

"Before you know it, it sinks into sand." The cousin turned into rotten water before his eyes, the bitter owl howled in pain, the ghost newt jumped into the river of fire, and countless pairs of wings bloomed in the sky.

In the end, all the past events converged into one voice, high-pitched and proud: "Why not transpire into clouds?" From now on, I am in heaven! ”