Time is always just, and the time given to all things in the world is the same. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Everything grows, matures, withers.

And some creatures that are out of the rules of time and never die.

They are called — monsters.

Now I and my beloved horse "Lightning" are one of them.

Above the town, Murphytos watched in horror as the sea of blood evaporated at the feet of Lightning.

A heart-wrenching flame burned from the inside out, and everything in front of me was black and white.

Justice, trial, conviction.

My mouth kept spitting out long, complicated sentences, and the meaning of these things seemed to come to my mind automatically the moment I said them.

Stand still in front of the monster and let it unleash its myriad of colorful spells on me.

There is only one way to respond to these spells.

“.... You... Guilty! ”

My eyes began to condense strange powers, as if they had been hidden deep within my body, and now they were finally awakened by me.

They cheered, jumped with joy, and burst out of my eyes.

As a result, the huge monster that was constantly struggling in vain was turned into a cloud of dust by these powers.

Sitting on the back of "Lightning", the power that burst out of my heart made my old friend under my crotch feel the vitality that I had not seen for a long time.

The Horse King, who was no longer young, was covered in huge white flames, black smoke and flames echoing his breath.

The avatars struggling in the sea of blood, the waves rising into the sky, the whispers that kept roaring, all that was a gentle tap of my old friend's front hooves.

Slowly turning his head to face the Demon King, the old man was still smiling as always.

“..... Awakened knight, I look forward to the moment when your soul chews on my mouth..."

All I was left with was a huge sea of blood rising into the sky, and rampant laughter.

Again....I survived.

The Pacific, the 20th century has just begun, and at this time, few people in the world would have predicted what would happen in this century.

The whole earth is enjoying the convenience and wealth brought by industrial civilization.

For example, the cruise ship I'm on right now.

A black one-piece overall, carrying a long suitcase.

There is a small shiny cross around the neck.

The Bible was in my hand.

The name of the ship — the explorer.

My direction - Kunlun Mountain.

History hasn't changed, it's me who has changed.

In 1900, I returned to Chinese mainland.

As an archaeologist and explorer.

Disembarked... Hire a carriage with soft bedding.

Sit, rest.

The lightning died, and the king of the Andes burned everything in that bloody town, and when I woke up the next day, the old friend was in front of my eyes, gracefully stepping and slowly disappearing into the morning mist.

And I, surprisingly without shouting, without sorrow, and after gaining that terrible power, I knew that all my bonds would be gone away from me in time, whether it was lightning or those clear eyes...

But my journey will go on, whether it's for the lightning or the eyes.

Mount Emei, an important place in Chinese mythology, in the memory of the drag racing party called Ye Ying, there has been a group of immortals who use swords to kill demons and demons since ancient times.

Ever since I crossed over here, I've come to believe in the mystery of this world.

The old man who was laughing wildly, the murmur of the sea of blood boiling.

The ancient totems of the South American rainforests that made explorers feel rich, and the glowing beasts that I saw rippling on the totem poles, but fading.

There is also the terrifying atmosphere on the cruise ship, which tracks from the high seas to the offshore sea and suddenly chooses to give up.

It all makes me feel that the world... Very dangerous.

"Donor....?"

The monk who accompanied me kindly reminded me that I had just turned back from the time and space where my thoughts were flying.

The slightly emaciated little novice led me from the main hall of the mountain gate, and I gave him a penny.

Ordinary people may come here to seek blessings, luck, and wealth.

What they saw was a smoky temple and towering golden statues.

Such a majestic appearance.

But in my eyes, the white auspicious light on the hall has almost dissipated.

The old abbot of the temple was very talkative, and after I had paid two shillings, I took up residence in the room closest to the main peak, which contained the oldest texts in the temple.

My excuse, of course, is that I need to study the mythology system here.

All I was looking forward to was the coming of night.

On the road again, Mount Emei at night did not have the immortals, magic weapons and any suspicious light I was expecting.

Even if I completely let go of the terrifying power in my body, none of them responded to my noise.

Yes, it's just the aura on the golden top, the insignificant counterattack.

There are no sword immortals in Mount Emei, and there are just lonely mythological classics.

Let's go to Kunlun. If there is no hope there, I will have to go to the Vatican.

Sitting on the squeaky old ox-consuming cart, heading towards Kunlun Mountain, I still have a glimmer of hope.

I hope the legends from my past life are true.

Unfortunately, I was disappointed again.

The towering peaks are surrounded by only cold winds that have not changed for 10,000 years, and the snowflakes that have fallen for centuries are history that will never be known.

Kunlun Mountain in the eyes is a dead mountain.

The aura dissipated, leaving only the mountain.

Empty, uninteresting.

Shaking my head, I was going to find a place to shelter from the wind and snow before the sun went down.

There are huge dark clouds overhead, and there is a snowstorm tonight.

The Tibetan guides are well aware of the weather.

Tents, candlelight.

The generous herdsmen were unable to communicate with me, but with my gestures and a slightly embarrassed look, I was able to move into this not very spacious mobile room.

The way I repaid them was by dragging a smashed snow leopard from outside the tent.

Pour a sip of wine into your mouth, and hear the snowflakes whizzing by.

And a strange verse that echoes in my ears.

"The four poles are wasted, Kyushu is split, the sky is not covered, and the earth is not circumferential. The fire is not extinguished, the water is vast and the ocean is endless, the beasts of prey eat the people, and the birds grab the old and weak."

When I asked an old Tibetan man who knew a little bit of Chinese, he told me that this verse had been chanted in the mountains for a long time.

asked the reason again, but the old man's face replied with fear and hatred.

"West.... In the mountains... Temple.... Monsters...."

In my previous life, except for rock and drag racing, I left almost all my knowledge in the classroom.

In the face of this kind of archaic statement, as an "explorer and archaeologist", I can only shake my head and smile bitterly.

But at this time, when I was silently reciting this sentence, some words suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Poor Dao will probably soak in ice water at the bottom of the Arctic for a period of time, which one will look at the party-state's points, pull my brothers and me."

.... Destiny Host Boot ..... Traverser Ye Ying.... Officially connected to the Destiny host....

I was bound by the sudden force, and everything in front of me began to slowly shatter.

What came into sight was a machine that I had often fiddled with in my previous life.... Slot machine. Surrounded by warm gold, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my black and white eyes could also see other colors.

The slot machine in front of me began to play non-stop for 89 years that I had read.

Flight, despair, sadness, happiness.

The rebellious knight knelt on the ground and shed bitter tears again at his own memory.

Knowledge flashed through my mind, and I saw more sorrow than my own sorrow.

Finally, the slot machine becomes a game interface.

I began to know everything about myself.

The Destiny Host, the one who allowed me to travel through a thing that was made after creating this slightly chaotic world, in order to benefit the travelers and issue tasks.

Here, any traverser can claim quests, accept rewards, check rankings, and learn about their "natal plot".

Collect the task to help the herdsmen destroy the monsters and save the companion of the traverser, Shengong Leopard.

Quest Reward: Connect to the Destiny Host at any time and find out how to fight the Demon King.

Shen Gong Leopard ?!!!

If the memories of his past life had not gone wrong, it seemed that this fellow traveler had come from a high-danger world where the power of that world could destroy the world with a single hand.

Moreover, they are the immortals who practiced on the legendary Mount Emei and Kunlun Mountains.

Let's go. Whether it's for righteousness or to fight against the Demon King.

Target: Kunlun West Mountain, Temple.

The blizzard responds to the sorrow of the Kunlun Mountains, from the ancient times to the high mountains of today, and bursts of ethereal songs echo in my ears with the murmur of the wind.

Cold.

Huge snowflakes pounced on me with everything they could float around.

Uninhabited.

Everything in front of me was black and white, and everything that could point the way was drowned in this huge gathering of snow and ice.

Lang lives in a township and a sister.

The mountains are high and the water is long, and the road is long.

One day the mountains will turn into water.

I hope that two townships will become one township.

Melodious mountain songs echo in the raging mountains.

Ahead.

In this utterly white world, I arrived at the temple where the Tibetans call the monsters live.

The half-human-high butter candle was not tempted by the wind and still burned.

A bewitching woman dances and sings merrily in front of this idol.

She seems to have noticed me....

The woman danced more wildly under my gaze, and the ballad in her mouth grew louder and louder.

Her mournful tone echoed through the halls of the temple.

Occasionally, mischievous snowflakes playfully leaked in through the shabby door panels and landed on her bare, beautiful shoulder blades.

Turning into steaming smoke, along with the mist of candles, adds to her mystery again.

"The guests came from afar, and the concubines danced and feasted."

Laugh at the city, and then laugh at the collapse of the country.

Astonishing pressure erupted from the woman's body, and her eyes saw a thick black gas.

Sin....or innocence....

As a ghost knight, I saw the woman's sorrow or sorrow.

A country perishes in her hands, and the pride of the sky builds for her and breaks the fortune of the country.

And she is nothing more than an abandoned pawn.

New nations arose, and the previous emperors and courtiers were martyred in the old society.

And she just wanted to find the figure who had resolutely gone there.

The eyes of condemnation cannot swell with power.

Because, there are too many good and evil entangled in her soul.

Firm and unrepentant.

....I can't do anything....

I begged her to stop scaring the simple Tibetans.

She nodded, a hair falling from the flame of the flaming candle, a wisp of green smoke.

Gone.