Bran sat on the top of the mountain, watching the changes around him, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. If it weren't for this series of events, he might still be curled up in the sea of magic, silently accumulating strength.

There seems to be a great will in the dark that does not want to make him peaceful. There will always be some trouble when he relaxes a little. This made him feel very confused, why did he have to come here?

Is it really to vent, to get revenge, or to find a way out? Or just to sit quietly alone?

At first, I thought that if I left the castle, I would get rid of some people and things, but some people or things can never get rid of them. It's not that I can't, but - never really thought about getting rid of it.

I thought that when I came out, the world would become vast. In fact, on the contrary, everything is becoming more and more cramped. Even if I haven't read this world to the fullest, I have already grown a little tired of it in my heart.

Unexpectedly, those two feathered people would swear an oath to the sea of magic power. It's really eye-catching, and maybe that's why he accompanies Sred as an observer.

I don't know what kind of excitement these news will cause when they return to the Floating Cloud Continent?

Both identity and status will be divided because of today's choices. It's like Sred, who reappeared, and had to salute the two at Nicole's request.

Although it was a little embarrassing, the two of them still took it.

This caused Bran to burst out laughing, and the laughter echoed and spread through the lonely world, and finally slowly disappeared.

A thought flashed through me - it would be nice if someone could accompany me......

The mountain is still the same mountain, but most of the mountain is a little strange. A certain rhythm is forming inside the mountain, like an attacking drumbeat, making the speed of devouring faster and faster.

A certain will that was like nothing also gently touched Bran's spiritual world at this time. Cautiously, it seemed that fear scared him away.

After gently hitching on Bran's spiritual world, he didn't go deeper. Instead, it opened its arms. The entire Floating Cloud Continent was also unfolding in front of Bran's eyes in an instant.

Is this the will of the continent? chaotic and sluggish, like a huge cloud.

It's just, what does it want to do?

Bran, who was an intruder, immediately became vigilant. But this chaotic will behaves very friendly. The display is becoming more and more delicate, even with a certain sense of seduction.

Just as Bran was becoming more and more vigilant and confused, the magic around him suddenly began to cheer and jump. Bran thus understood its true purpose.

A tender tooth stretched out from his body, and in an instant, it opened wider and wider, and fell towards the earth.

It was as if the will had found a new hotbed and tried to put a part of itself on it. Even a tiny part of it makes it let out a satisfying exhale.

The exhalation sounded like nothing to Bran's ears, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Skywalker's ears.

......

Bran sat like a mountain all the time, and the Skywalkers gathered more and more around him. It looked at the mountain slowly, becoming more and more enchanting, more and more vivid. Until there is a rhythm that gradually arises and spreads......

Just when everyone thought it was going to be over, and the cycle was about to be completely swallowed before their eyes, a mutation happened.

The mountain that had become strange and vivid in the field of vision suddenly appeared slightly distorted. The monster is still there, the freshness is still the same, but there is an extra layer of dreamy color, and it suddenly becomes no longer real.

Just when they were surprised, they suddenly felt a sense of rejection. As if someone is about to wake up from their sleep, the mountains in front of them become real again, and they are illusory, dispensable derivatives of sleep.

As he woke up, a new green sprouted from Bran's body. Gradually opening and falling, like a leaf. The leaves grew bigger and bigger, and they covered the sky like an overwhelming one.

They want to hide, but they can't wake up because they're trapped in a dream, and they can't dodge. I could only watch as the leaf fell head-on......

Like a phantom, it passed by.

They also woke up from their dreams, and the mountain was still the same mountain. But when they looked around, they saw panic in each other. In the ensuing mutual gaze, a thunderous exhalation sounded in my ears.

A sense of strangeness also came to them suddenly.

The strangeness comes from all sides, the once familiar sky, earth, wind, clouds, and companions around them are leaving them.

They are just a bunch of strangers standing in a strange land.

Someone tried to show a hint of kindness, but showed an extremely hideous smile.

The people who were still standing together subconsciously distanced themselves. Fear is also gradually accumulating in his eyes, and everyone around him is so strange and so familiar.

What's wrong with them? It's a thought that pops up on everyone's mind. Standing between each other, they felt deeply lonely and betrayed.

Suddenly, accompanied by a long sigh, a voice sounded in the crowd: "It's not me, it's not you, it's this continent." We are no longer – its darlings. ”

Before the words could be spoken, the crowd dispersed again. The oldest of the feathered people, and thus appeared in form.

"Let's all talk—"

......

The moment the blade opened, Bran was revealed. With irrepressible excitement, there was a shout echoing in the sky above Winged City.

"Found it! I found Bran!"

Hearing this excited shout, everyone felt relieved - they had finally found him!