Bell...

The desert sunset, the sound of camel bells is lonely and dull. Darkness came suddenly! A round of white light like a nebula passed through the vast desert. A camel rider lifted his bronze old face and looked up at the dark sky, and a bright light flashed in his vicissitudes of life...

A huge stone monument towering into the sky, standing in a clean world. The nebula hung in the sky, and a figure stood under the high monument. She stood like a statue, and after a long time, she looked up at the high monuments, and then tilted her head slightly and stretched out her hands to stare at her palms suspiciously. She touched her cheek, then spread her palms again, and some beating light faintly lit up.

After a long time, she began to speak, talking to herself.

Who are you??me!Who am I?

I seem to remember seeing you somewhere! But who am I? Do you know who I am?

Oh... You are me, but you are not me, but now you are me, and I am you!

But why do I always feel as if I've seen you somewhere, when you weren't me? Oh... Let me think about it, and I'll remember.

Don't think about it! Why? Why not, I remember a very important thing, do you know what it is? If you know, please tell me! I can't remember. So don't think about it if you can't think about it, don't you ask for trouble? No, no, don't you want to know about us, oh, no, it's me, who the hell am I?

You're me, oh, is that so? But why are you me?... I remembered, I'm going to find someone. Do you know who I'm looking for?... I don't know, but since I can't remember it, I'll forget about it!

No, no, no, I have to remember! I remember someone who said something very important to me!

You can't even remember who you are, how can you think of anything else? Don't think about it, just give up! Maybe it's not that important at all.

... The figure under the stele fell into a daze again, she looked up at the sky blankly, and then stared at the lines on the stele that seemed to be words more like sigils.

These words are so familiar! Yes, very familiar!

The figure floated up, slowly approaching the group of stone tablets, and she reached out to stroke one of the stone tablets. A strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart. Every time I skimmed over a stone monument, the feeling became stronger.

Oh, it hurts! Here, it hurts!

She held one hand on the sigil of the stone tablet, and the other hand on her heart, her brows furrowed slightly.

But why does it hurt?

Desolate, desolate, desolate, Wuzi, reluctant, Yuanming, salt, broken stars, reckless, in Fenggu... Who are these?What are the Mortals?What are the Mortals?Ah...

The figure suspended in mid-air suddenly let out a soft breath, and a bright halo of light spat out of his mouth, and the nebula halo suspended in mid-air suddenly lit up. Countless rays of light penetrated into her body through the stone tablet, and wisps of light wrapped around her, like a cage of light.

She struggled in pain, writhing and moaning softly. No, no, don't take away my memory, I remember, I remember. I think of them, they are my partners, they are my friends, they are mine...

She struggled to hang her head feebly, her eyes wide open, and the light in her eyes sometimes gathered and sometimes fell into the void.

Fifty-seven monuments, fifty-five names, each name made her struggle even more painful, and she clung to the fading bits and pieces as if they were her last hope. Darkness came suddenly! A round of white light like a nebula passed through the vast desert.

A camel rider lifted his bronze old face and looked up at the dark sky, and a bright light flashed in his vicissitudes of life...

A huge stone monument towering into the sky, standing in a clean world. The nebula hung in the sky, and a figure stood under the high monument. She stood like a statue, and after a long time, she looked up at the high monuments, and then tilted her head slightly and stretched out her hands to stare at her palms suspiciously.

The whispering moans turned into a hoarse roar, resisting, resisting the erosion of consciousness and the memories that had just emerged, resisting the invisible hands that were pulling all perception out of her mind.

By the time she reached a monument unlike any other, the hoarse sound was close to some kind of roar. She hugged her head, trying to pull at the inexplicable, invisible energy. Panting, she recited the sigil "Xuancang" on the stele.

Oh, that seems to be my name. But why, why do I always hear a voice calling me, I can't hear or remember, but it's certainly not the name. No, but that's my name!

Yes, yes, maybe yes, maybe not, it doesn't matter, does it?

Consciousness was revived, consciousness was lost, like a tidal tide rolling and ebbing, coming and going in a hurry! The tide came and went, repeatedly pushing and surging the waves of memory and hitting her soul again and again. It's like being in the dark night wasteland, just lighting an inch of fire to illuminate a heaven and earth, and being blown away by a nameless wind.

Resisting the wind, he did not give up, and finally, the inch of fire burned a piece of withered grass in the wind, which could burn the prairie and the wind crush it.

Memories that once belonged to her flooded into her consciousness at that moment, however, she was confused!

Countless people are talking, countless people, talking. The voices seemed to come from the farthest reaches of the sky, and they were close to the ear, they were noisy like landslides, but they were also incomparably quiet, some were so close that they suddenly dissipated, some were indistinct but echoed...

I like this name, the wilderness, the desolation, it sounds so good! The Lord of the Underworld, our Immortal Monument swear to follow you to the death! The Lord of the Underworld, Fu Phantom has been waiting for you for a long time...

Shenrong, hurry up, the Western Chu army is coming, take Adi away. Ah Rong, today I will marry you in the sixteenth year of the year and marry me Rong Yuan, the wise man of Xiou. Ah Rong, if you don't want it, Rong Yuan won't force it... Sister, I'll let Yayoi protect you from now on... Sister, you must take me tonight... Wenxin School

Hey, what's wrong with you? Wow, what a beautiful rainbow! Mommy don't go, don't leave me, don't... Don't be afraid, girl... Hello, my name is Bai Suli. Midnight brother... My name is Sangxia, the mulberry of the mulberry tree, the summer of the summer. Birds chirp among the mulberry leaves, and the green stripes are soft and soft. What I think about is looking back, the lover is in a tall building...

What about you, what's your name? There is Fusu in the mountains, and there is Hehua in Xi. My name is Fusu!

Fusu!

All the sounds disappeared in an instant, the world fell completely silent, and all the sounds faded one by one, leaving only the long, gentle voice echoing in this empty and clean world.

She looked up with fire shining under her eyes, a pair of apricot-like eyes bent into two and a half moons, the struggle on her face faded, and a smile appeared on her lips. She remembered, she remembered!

Memories are not all good, a heart-piercing pain hits, and then countless pains spread from all over the body. It was as if countless sharp blades had pierced into the body. She furrowed her brow and fell from the sky, her small figure even less worthy of mention against the backdrop of the huge stone tablet.

Pain! unspeakable pain. Sadness! irrepressible sadness. Mourn! Mourn the sorrow of the soul. Wounds, wounds with incomplete skin, wounds with broken souls...

"No, no!" the smile froze at the corner of her lips before she could stretch out, and she held her head and howled in grief. The wind is the endless wind, the frost is the frost of ten thousand years, and the fire is the last ray of light in consciousness. The wind and the frost swept the flickering fire into the endless nothingness...

The insignificant figure struggled and writhed in pain, the sparkle in his eyes fading like a candle in the wind, finally extinguished.

She opened her eyes blankly, she didn't know that everything was back to square one. Again, she asked herself, "Who am I?"

The nebula halo suspended in mid-air slowly descended, standing upright in front of her, like the door of a huge passageway. She didn't know what was on the other side of the door, so she stepped into it with her feet on the ground.

Oh, it's really a road!

A path that is incomparably bright, a path that belongs to her! and, a path that belongs only to her.

Walking step by step on this bright road, the lingering doubts in her heart slowly dissipated. She felt a great sense of silence and peace. It seemed that as long as she walked this path, she would be able to find that answer.

But what was the answer she was looking for? The thought flashed through her mind and came as fleeting as a meteor. She felt as if something was drifting away from her body like gravel, but what was it? She turned her head to look, but saw nothing. The vast white, there is no heaven or earth, there is no everything, there is no wind and no clouds, and maybe even she herself is not real.

Oh, this vain thought! How can I not be real? I am the god of this world! the only one who has ever set foot on this path, God! Oh no, I am not done with this road, the end, I must be at the end of my journey to be true, God!

The end is just around the corner, not far away. What I gave up is now recovered, and this road is finally finished.

In the white world of light, the path was formless, but she seemed to know which direction to take. She didn't get lost, and she didn't hesitate. With each step, some subtle and invisible sensations drain from the body, and with each step, a myriad of unpredictable energies rush into the body. This is just like the eternal cycle of heavenly dao.

Bell... She stopped, closed her eyes and listened, but there was no sound.

Oh, earthly voices!oh, I see. As she walked on, countless sounds of the world began to ring in her ears. Everyone's voices were so loud and congested, as if they were desperately trying to squeeze into her head.

But she was not disturbed by these sounds, and when she opened her eyes and walked a few steps, countless buildings, streets, cities, mountains, seas, deep forests, and lakes suddenly appeared in front of her, and there were people, men, women, and children, people of all colors, speaking different languages.

Some people are sad and crying, some are speechless and look at the sky in despair, some people are praying and some are scolding, some are leaving, some newborn beings are crying loudly, some freshly dead souls are wandering and dazed...

All-knowing, all-sensitive! Although it is in nothingness, it is like being in the world. Every step she takes, it's like traveling through the world. She didn't pause, and continued on her way. Every step is exactly the same, and every breath is unmoving. She has walked through a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, walking in the past and walking in the present, and she knows that maybe the next step is the future.

Time no longer has any meaning. Whether it is the past or the present, even the future, it is just the feet she turns around and arrives at.

Space is no longer her shackles, she could have stepped to the end in one step, but she wants to finish this road well. This path belongs only to her, and she must complete it step by step. She seemed to understand that this was the only way to complete the real transformation. Become a true god!

Gradually, the sound in my ears disappeared, and the thousands of scenes in front of me also disappeared. She realized she could erase everything. If she doesn't want to hear it, she can't listen to it, and if she doesn't want to see it, she can't watch it. And those mundane years no longer have anything to be nostalgic for in her eyes.

Even the meaning of nostalgia has disappeared. The years are vast and the years are long, but they are just playthings that bloom in the hourglass and play with them between their fingers.

Ignorance, indifference! She wiped the world from her mind, and at the same time, the pupils in her eyes began to fade, and the original black gradually turned into translucent gray.

And the ash is still slowly fading. When all the ash had faded, the round eyes began to shimmer with various colors. It's not that the colorful streamers are magnificent, those colorful colors change their form in the pupils, and occasionally like clouds and mist that rush like a stream, just better than neon.

When all the colors are gone, there is a pair of brown that looks like gold and not gold, deeper than amber, with a little green in the brown and transparent jasper-like pupils.

She closed her eyes and opened them again. At this glance, she finally saw the end of the road. It turns out that the end has always been a step away, and this step is as if it has been a long time, and it will never be finished. It turned out that it wasn't that she couldn't finish it, but because she couldn't see it. If you can't see it, you'll never get there!

She had finally found the end of the path of divinity! She seemed to remember something, as if she had once stopped at the threshold of this step. With each step, some subtle and invisible sensations drain from the body, and with each step, a myriad of unpredictable energies rush into the body.

Why? Why didn't she finish this step in the first place? Why didn't she finish this path when it belonged to her? Oh, doubts! There are still doubts, so why can't she become a true god because of this? So, if you embark on this divine path again, let's finish it!

There was no expression on her countenance, and there was no doubt in the pupils of the extreme beauty in her eyes. At the end, I'm finally done!, she slowly lifted her steps...