In the dark mountain road, the echoing footsteps. The beating sound of the heart, the heavy gasping sensation is small, as if it is someone else's, it seems to be close to the distance.

The sight of the boy and the general entangled in the wind shook repeatedly in front of his eyes, bringing the pain of a sword piercing his heart.

You should be conscious, right? In such a thing as fighting, it is impossible for the enemy to always die without having to pay the price on your side.

Understood, everybody understood, Io, should understand.

But why him?

First of all, I lost my partner. Then he lost his family, and finally managed to survive with a hatred, a young man, simple and strong. More than anyone else, you should live well.

Why let him come with him? If you can insist on refusing him at that time before you leave. That's not going to happen. But why not, why didn't I!?

Chongyang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed, and he endured heart-rending pain.

He knows. Since losing everything, the boy has trusted and adored himself as a father and brother, and there is always a deep dependence hidden in his clear eyes.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought yours. Annou.

If only I could be more vigilant. If I'm a little more careful before casting a spell, if "

There are no ifs.

You're dead, I'm sorry,,

"I'm not a sword master, let alone a hero who saves the people, I'm just a stranger struggling in a world that doesn't belong to me. ”

"I want to go home, I want to see the people I care about again, I want to go back to my own place and live a stable life. ”

"But, I was wrong. ”

"I can't just go back to my homeland without any burden, because of my selfish desires, who have caused a storm and caused a struggle here. I only treat the people and things in this world as a dream.

"I'm so arrogant. ”

Looking at the world and the people around you is the only one who makes the mistake of having no way to save the mother.

I'm sorry

Finally through the darkness, Huo Ran was cheerful in front of him, and the scene he saw made Chongyang, who was still immersed in sadness and self-blame, stunned, and then shocked.

Judging from the metal nameplate that fell on the side of the road, it was supposed to be a three-way intersection that led to the sacrificial hall, the sacred sword hall, and the sacrificial rooftop where various ceremonies were held.

But now the intersection is gone. The road is gone, and everything that had been on the top of the mountain is gone, replaced by a vast vortex of light!

Countless soft points of light hovered over it, and their glow was not dazzling, but seemed vague and dreamy, blurring the line between reality and illusion, distorting the space and even time of the entire area.

"Amaterasu?"

Chongyang's eyes gradually widened to recognize that in a vortex of light that could be compared to a tornado storm that pierced the heavens and the earth, around them were hairy and delicate miniature plants like dandelion seeds.

These magical beings, who were supposed to be freely rippling in the heavenly dome, gathered here at this time, constantly wandering along a certain law, operating with mysterious power. The storm that swept through the Sword Sacred Mountain, the eerie darkness of the night. It's all made of this power. One can imagine how huge the magical energy contained in it must be.

Chongyang stood in front of the mountain pass in a daze, looking up at the figure of the whirlpool of light, which looked extremely insignificant

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As an awakened person, he still behaved like this, and it is not difficult to predict how shocked and shocked ordinary people would be if they saw this scene. The most likely response is to fall on your knees and pray to the Holy Spirit.

This is a miracle!

After staring at the whirlpool of Amaterasu flowers for a while, Chongyang even faintly heard the whispering voices of countless people. It's as if there are many invisible beings in the vortex talking.

In an instant, Chongyang understood.

The source of Amaterasu's energy is actually the soul of the dead creatures in this world!

As a large-scale flora that ostensibly floats in the sky without absorbing any nutrients, operates forever according to established laws, and gives life light and heat to the vast world, what is it that sustains their existence and continuity has always been an intriguing puzzle.

People in this world don't know the answer. It can only be attributed to the miracle of the Creator.

However, now Chongyang understands. They are the same as ordinary plants, and they all survive by absorbing the remnants of other organisms. It's just that ordinary plants can absorb excrement or decay and the like, and they absorb the soul.

The soul is the life force.

Every living thing has a soul, and that is a special energy. No civilization has been thoroughly studied, and even a precise definition is difficult, but it exists.

Amaterasu absorbs the souls that escape from the death of the creatures of this world, that is, the life energy. As its own nutrients, it in turn gives living beings the light and heat they need, so that life, including humans, can reproduce normally in these worlds.

It may seem like a simple symbiotic relationship, but in fact it is an incredibly large ecosystem. The connotation is far from being understood by ordinary people.

If Chongyang is not an awakened person. He would never grasp the key so easily. The popular science knowledge of the earth in his previous life, as well as more ideological knowledge, gave him a vision far beyond ordinary people.

The Amaterasu group is a huge energy system that sustains the entire world. Now they're gathered here for some reason. That means that,

Chongyang came back to his senses and continued to run close to the vortex of light, looking up at the sky, faintly seeing that at the top of the holy light, in the gap of the void, a sharp outline engraved with runes and formations was revealed.

Without hesitation, he rushed straight into the whirlpool.

The gray realm seems to be the junction of night and day. Chongyang walked in it and saw many coffins suspended around.

It's a coffin, all silver-white. The material is almost translucent, and the body of the figure lying silently with arms folded inside can be seen vaguely.

The surface of the coffin is inscribed with dense runes and formations, and the center is inlaid with sharp swords without exception: long swords, short swords. Twin swords. The great sword, for the sword, the heavy blade sword connects the sword. Danfeng Sword One by One One Or Two Such coffins may not be nothing, but what if they are dozens, hundreds, or thousands? In Chongyang's field of vision, I don't know how many thousands of coffins are linked to each other, showing a double spiral upward movement, all the way towards the glorious and dazzling sky.

The sight was no more spectacular than the previous Amaterasu whirlpool, but it was more striking in another sense.

"This is" Chongyang approached a coffin, and saw the faces of the characters inside through the lid, an old man with long hair.

Mysterious thoughts surged through his mind, and he subconsciously reached out and slowly stroked a large sword embedded in the center of the coffin's surface.

A burst of white light flickered, and the surrounding scenery changed suddenly.

What unfolds in front of you is the courtyard behind a large mansion. The house is made of wood, which is very luxurious, even if it is an ordinary column. A small window sill, a small door in the corridor, all have delicately carved reliefs. Brilliant light poured on the rows of tiles on the roof of the house. Reflects a dazzling sparkle.

The courtyard behind the house has a quiet pond, a stream that diverts water, a fountain made of white jade-like building materials, and a beautiful flower bed in full bloom. A few boys and girls of six or seven years old. Have fun playing by the fountain.

With a strange feeling, Chongyang approached the children by the pond and walked to within two or three meters of them, but did not attract their attention.

Suddenly, a small red leather ball was thrown over, Chongyang raised his hand to catch it, but the ball passed through his palm and even his body like a phantom, and fell behind him with a bang.

A little girl dressed in blue came running up and down. Still ignoring him, she passed through the center of his body and picked up the ball. He slipped back on his back and ran back to the edge of the pool.

"It's a dream

Chongyang suddenly understood. It's not that I become a ghost, but everything I see in front of me is a dream!

House. Yard. Pool. Children are all a person's dreams.

Suddenly, the children noticed something, looked over in unison, smiled happily, and rushed over.

Passing through Chongyang's body, the children rushed behind him to meet a few adults arriving from the corridor of the house.

Chongyang turned around and saw that among the four adults, there were three women and one man. The man has a tall body. Handsome face. Long brown shawl hair.

Although there was a big difference in faces, Chongyang still recognized that the middle-aged man was exactly what he saw in reality, and the coffin squeezed the old man's youthful appearance.

The brown-haired man picked up a young boy and walked around happily, when he suddenly saw this side, his face suddenly froze, and a pair of big hands shook violently, almost dropping the child by mistake.

"You guys have it in the first house"

The brown-haired man looked at Chongyang for a while, then turned his head and said to his wife and children.

The woman and the children left the courtyard and entered the house, leaving only the brown-haired man and the black-robed young man staring at each other.

"You, are from the outside." Coming?"

The brown-haired man asked with a complicated expression.

Chongyang nodded.

"Is my time up? Impossible! I've been practicing very hard, and I'm constantly practicing. Constantly supplying "the outside, the power needed." The man frowned. "What am I doing wrong? Give me a chance! I'll say yes whatever I want."

Chongyang was silent.

"Please, don't take me away from here, don't ruin my happiness!" A trace of despair flashed in the man's eyes, and he almost knelt in front of the black-robed young man.

Chongyang hurriedly made a gesture to stop him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm from outside, yes, but I'm not the kind of person you think." ”

"Aren't you?" the brown-haired man froze, "And who are you?"

Chongyang didn't answer, just stared into the man's eyes.

"You know, the outside, the truth, knowing that your true body is used as a "human energy source", everything you have here is just your own imaginary dream, do you also think that it is happiness?"

Cold coffin. The link of bondage, this swordsman is not dead, but a living dead.

He kept dreaming, and he kept practicing in his dreams, and the absorbed heaven and earth energy was continuously transported out through the coffin and sword, maintaining a necessary existence.

This is like a movie "The Matrix" on Earth in the previous life, where human beings have become ** batteries and live in an illusory dream. However, the difference is this. The dream dwellers in front of them understand their true situation.

The man was silent for a while.

"At first, I was forced to do it, and I thought it was ridiculous. Thinking about breaking through all the time. ”

He recounted slowly.

"But no matter how much I resisted, I couldn't get out of here, so I slowly got used to it. ”

"I've learned to manipulate my dreams as I want, and everything I want, the life I want to have, can be done here. ”

"The real me was lonely, I only knew how to practice swords, I only knew how to pursue kendo, and I gave up a lot of the pleasures of being a human being. But here, all will be my friends, and all virtuous women will fall in love with me. All opponents will be defeated in front of me. ”

"I can still practice swords, but I also enjoy life. Isn't that great? Why bother to pursue the truth? At first I hated the guy who kept me here, but now, I've forgotten what that guy looked like. ”

The brown-haired man stared at Chongyang's face.

"If I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have remembered the "outside, thing." Since you're not here to end my life: then please get out of here, and don't bother me if you can

"Also. If you can see the guy who locked me up, scold him instead of me, and thank him. ”

After speaking. The man turned around and strode back to the house, not looking at Chongyang again.

Chongyang was silent for a long time, falling into a deep understanding.

What is a dream, what is happiness, what is reality?

He raised his hand. And pointed into a knife, radiating a scorching light long sword, slashing down fiercely, slashing out a void crack.

The reality of this world. It is to lose the god-level magician to maintain the back mouth: not to let the whole world collapse due to energy consumption. The turbulent time and destruction of the fire required a steady stream of high-ranking powerhouses to support the minimum consumption of the core master.

The reason why this world is the supreme kendo of the world. It is because the strong person who practices kendo is the easiest to make into a human energy source.

Sword Saint Mountain is the base that supports the core existence.

The Holy Sword Hall is a manufacturing hall for the energy source of the human body.

The sacrificial hall is the manufacturing inheritor of the energy source of the human body.

The Sword Saint of Sword Saint Mountain entered the Holy Sword Hall. They rarely or never show up at all, because once they step into the hall, they will be captured by the saints and priests of the sacrificial hall, sealed into a special coffin, and then use their own swords as seals to become the source of energy to maintain the core of the world.

The Sword Saint Patriarch that the sect personnel could also see was actually a humanoid puppet controlled by the sacrificial hall.

The saintess of the sacrificial temple that has been passed down from generation to generation. It has the right to manipulate up to ten modified human energy sources to transform into puppets to fight! Although the combat power of one puppet is not as strong as that of Juggernaut. But it is more than enough for ten puppets to sneak attack and subdue one Sword Saint, not to mention that if it really can't be solved, you can also urgently use the power of the core master.

Chongyang passed through the void crack, a burst of white light flickered, and returned to the real space.

The top of the coffin array, arranged like a genetic factor, is the core of this world, the master hidden in the gap between space and time. The so-called "Heavenly Dao" generally exists as a person

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This is also the last legacy of the Human Emperor Yang Dao.

This god-level magician's palace, after the death of its master, has been silently supporting the entire god-level world.

Amakura is its power system, and the weaker life soul energy of this world sustains Amaterasu. And the coffin array, which collects the strong as the energy source of the human body, maintains its control system to adjust the various time and space errors that may occur in this world at any time.

In other words, whoever owns the Human Palace will be able to control the Amaterasu group and dominate the entire world.

I don't know how long after the death of the owner. Finally, the two awakened people who had the idea of inheriting their master's intention came to the Holy Sword Mountain.

Chongyang inherits the idea of "yang" of the human emperor.

Nuodao inherits the idea of "Tao" of the emperor.

"I look similar to you, but my heart and beliefs are very different, and this is probably because of "shame." The ideas left behind are in the long-term struggle of contradictions. The reason for the division into two factions. ”

Chongyang muttered to himself, leaped onto the top of a coffin, and rushed up with explosive steps, rushing up along the spiral array, in a circle.

"You who revere the idea of the jungle. It must be unbearable that the strong in this great array are imprisoned in their own dreams, and would rather fight for the partial collapse of the entire world than liberate them and replace them with the soul and flesh of the most weak. ”

Step by step, step through the sleeping human energy source, and step on the cold coffin that imprisons the strong.

"I, who am more sympathetic to the weak, will certainly prevent you from doing so, preferring to keep this cruel array and protect the lives of the common people

Swift as thunder, elegant as the wind, and a little turquoise flame shadow flying behind.

"Maybe there is no one right or wrong, only you and me, who were once one, the collision of contradictory beliefs. ”

The black-robed expression finally rushed into the sky with a brilliant expression.

"In a fateful war, only one of us can survive. ”

"You're here. ”

The young man wearing a black shirt with a standing collar and a strong suit, holding his arms and leaning on the pillars of the hall, opened his eyes and looked at Chongyang walking opposite.

It was a huge hall that seemed to be paved with mirrors, and I don't know how many thick columns of three people supported the hazy ceiling.

Bright and dangling pillars. On the floor, on the walls, at first glance there is nothing, but if you can stare at it, you can see countless people coming and going. Burghers, hawkers, merchants, children, blacksmiths. Samurai saw the vast cities. Lively towns, peaceful villages

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Herdsmen herding sheep on the grassland, merchants watching from afar on their journeys, concubines meeting in castles, and samurai competing in training grounds, a scene that is now vibrant and vibrant.

At the end of the hall, where the huge crowd went to converge, there was a simple throne, and a silver-haired woman stood quietly next to the throne.

"She was the saint of the sacrificial temple, and she said that there were two conditions for sitting on that chair. ”

Tianlan Monarch Nuo said, lowering his arm. Pointing in the direction of the throne, as if chatting with a friend, he said to Chongyang.

"One is to say her name, and the other is to kill you. ”

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Brunette. The two young men with black eyes and black clothes looked at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.

The two people who are like twins but not related by blood have become mortal enemies when they first meet, and they really have an ancient curse Or, that ancient curse is handed down by people who see that there will be this day.

"Onisha, that's not your real name. Nodao narrowed his eyes, straightened up, and moved slowly.

"Well, my real name is Chongyang. Chongyang didn't need to hide it anymore, looking at each other, he also walked slowly.

"Have you been dreaming weird dreams since you were a child, acting as a character from different times and places, and then everyone around you calls you the same name?"

"I don't dream like that, but when I was born, I had memories that were more real than dreams. Chongyang said frankly.

"It's strange that we could be the reincarnation of the same person" is not true, and that's not quite right. ”

Nordau thought about it for a while, but couldn't find the right way to describe it.

The two slowly circled each other, curious about each other, and embankmented.

"Anyway, you killed Lornal. And maybe Joe John, who must die. King Tianlan's eyes turned cold.

Those who hinder the Holy Emperor's hegemony will be killed!

Brush" Nuo Dao stopped and stretched out his right hand. Drawing a glorious trail from the void, it slashed towards Chongyang.

The power of a sword, indomitable!