After a long time, he came back to his senses, Long Yi had already finished the conversation with Geng Ding, and he glanced into the courtyard through the window, with the help of the faint light of the star waterfall. At this time, the warm light can be faintly seen rising from the back mountain.

"What's that?" asked Long Yi, pointing to the warm light.

Wei Xiaobao looked in the direction of Long Yi's finger, his face suddenly turned happy, and he didn't care about answering Long Yi's words, so he jumped up and walked into the courtyard.

"It's done, it's done, the little scholar has done it, the village chief, the village chief come and see. Wei Xiaobao exclaimed.

However, there was no trace of a smile on Geng Ding's face, he stared blankly at the wine in the bowl, and only said after half a sound:

"Does the general know the relationship between the Starfall and the cultivator?!"

"Star Falls...... In my early years, when Master and I were learning how to arrange troops at Zhongnan Mountain, my husband once said that there was a wonderful gate that could gain insight into the connection between people and distant stardust. Now, it's a pity to think about it, if only I had asked Mr. a few more words. Long Yi muttered.

"What should come is going to come after all, and what should be left can't be stay......ed" Everyone including Long Yi didn't understand the true meaning of the village chief's words, but they could all feel the reluctance and nostalgia in this sentence.

......

The sun had just risen the next day, and it was soon obscured by thick dark clouds.

It was the last elegy of the sun down, and the dust was still struggling in the air.

The fate of the more dust was tragic, nailed to the fallen green leaves, the broken rammed earth blocks, the bare riverbeds by the yellowing rays of the sun......

The four beams and the second beams were split apart by the waist, and these were the two deepest scars left on the earth by this catastrophe.

The hawthorn tree is full of teeth and claws on the surface of the scar......

That is the only tombstone of the deceased.

At that time, even the most tender and weak saplings never gave up their last struggle and struggle in the face of great strength, and the twisted trunk recorded the tragic situation of that moment.

The catastrophe is fair to all beings, the aphids in the depths of the soil have been turned out, and under the light spots, you can clearly see the fear and grievances of the aphids before they die; a strong yak is even more miserable, the broken tree trunk is slashed and pierced from its right hip, and the other end of the sharp wooden stubble shaped like an axe is exposed on one side of the body; the Tianquan at the source of Ganhua Creek is only left in memory, and it is completely lost at this moment, it is buried by a small hill behind it, I don't know if Tan Qianqin will find a wilderness and erect a wooden monument for it when he learns the fate of this Tianshui......

It was a fertile soil lined with grass stubble, and when I got closer, I saw that it was rice, and the stubble that was level with the ankle was cut off by horizontal brute force, and it was bare on the surface of the ground, and they were not buried like a barn, it seemed that an inexplicable huge thrust cut them off into acres and acres at once......

The rammed earth of the rammed earth carved with the trajectories of death carved into the ruins of large, collapsed houses, like the poignant ripples of the sunset wielding a leather whip before the darkness swallows the day.

Ganhua Creek didn't disappear instantly. Fish may be the embodiment of the unyielding, their spines must have been violently squeezed and torn so violently that at the moment of death their scales were all erect, and their eyes were filled with the desire for life of creatures that had existed since the beginning of the flood, and they were frozen in that moment......

At this time, on the bare riverbed, the scorched earth was once again scorched by the scorching sun, the flames were scorching, the dust was dashing, and the dust of mercy immediately covered the earth with a corpse cloth......

It seems that the buildings in Dayanhe Village collapsed in an instant.

Looking at the surface of the land, this is probably the location of He Xiangu's house in the west of the original village, and the few rubbles and broken walls are all put down and collapsed in the direction of Yinlao Mountain.

Although this is not the main battlefield of vigorous exertion, and the remnants of vigorous power are relatively weak, however, the scorched earth has been overturned, and the ruins have been emptied...... He Xiangu and the other villagers did not seem to have the slightest chance of surviving.

A mountain peak on the south bank of Ganhua Creek resembles the tomb of Dayanhe Village. The hundred-year-old silver fir tree at the head of the village is the tombstone on the new grave of the Dayan River, the body of the tree has been truncated, and the bare roots point to the east, as if they are pale and speechless......

The elegy is over, and the remnant sun has no strength to endure even a moment of human tragedy.

A rat that knew so much about it took advantage of the rising moon to seize the brief moment to search for possible surviving compatriots, its thin but sharp claws struggling to cut through the wall in the dark night.

They are afraid of the dark, and the endless ruins in front of them give them a new desire.

In the darkness, the unbridled and small sounds of the rats made the three babies even more worried.

"Boom—"

The earthquake trembled, ushering in the first round of the full moon after the catastrophe.

The rats hollowed out the ruins beneath their feet......

Nests of peaks eat away at the dust......

The blank patch on the Dayan River, unable to distinguish whether it is moonlight or ruins, is steaming up the dust that has no beginning and no end......

Everything that is visible is destroyed again.

Everything is destroyed, and it becomes extremely empty......

In the hinterland of the Gengming Continent, in the depths of the mountains in the western realm of the Great Zhou, a huge, dark and endless sinkhole has been plunged into it.

The sinkhole buried Dayanhe Village, buried thousands of years of memories here, and at this time, it was swallowing up the eternal moonlight.

The moonlight did not make any resistance, but instead plunged headlong into this endless abyss.

Like an old man, its body slightly mountained, it fell to the east, overlooking everything that happened in the moonlight......

Thousands of years of love stories, 10,000 years of silver fir forests, 100 million years of tall mountain peaks......

All things born of time and all things contained in space, such as birds and beasts, primates are savage, sentient and ruthless, and there is no movement and stillness...... All the visible and invisible born of illusion are buried in this huge sinkhole......

When I was born, after immeasurable catastrophes, I began to gain a body, and the day I was destroyed was only a thought.

Pain or joy...... At this moment, they are all more powerless and bleak than the endless void.

Black and white are eroding each other in this place that was once called the Great Weir River, and neither has the intention of eating the other, and neither can eat the other......

They operate consciously or unconsciously, driven by the eternal power of impermanence, obliterating everything that has been created......

Impermanence crushes over what it has created, and when everything is without warning, impermanence tells everything it has created:

"Only it, impermanence, is the true master. ”

When impermanence passes, all faith, conviction, and will cease to exist, leaving only a pale void.

In the void, there is no beginning and no direction, everything is calm, there is no difference, there is no good or bad, there is no good or evil......

Just like the beginning, there is chaos, neither old nor dead, neither perishable nor born, nor coming or going.