White, unstained.

Gorgeous, quaint.

The tall pagodas, the vicissitudes of antiquity, the white pagoda body, like a jade pile as crystal moist, high or low, far or near are arranged.

It seems to be out of order, but it hides a mystery.

Above the body of the tower, there are wisps of strange patterns, simple or complex, deep or shallow, and so on.

It is a somewhere between words and patterns, symbolizing ancient wisdom and heritage.

Unfortunately, no one can read it anymore, just as no one can understand the towers themselves.

I don't understand the meaning of existence, the meaning of arrangement, or even the meaning of being a contestant.

It was a fog and a mystery.

They stand quietly like this, as if they have gone through thousands of years, and then even after another thousand years, they will still stand quietly like this.

Not to wait for anyone, nor to protect anyone.

They exist only because they exist, and as for meaning, who cares about it?

When you finally meet a passerby in an unfamiliar land who doesn't look so scary, do you ask why he was born? Apparently not.

We just need to know where to go.

This is even more true for Kazama.

Fortunately, the silent elders are clearly very cultured and understand what others need. So, before Kazama racked their brains and turned dizzy, they gave their own answers.

It was a tall old man with white hair.

The only difference is that he is so tall that he seems to stand out from the crowd. The moment Kazama Hiroha stepped onto the top of the mountain, he was seen at a glance.

He, on the other hand, smiled wordlessly.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and Kazama's footsteps paused slightly, and then quickly walked towards the towering white tower.

As for the people behind him, they probably didn't even hesitate.

Just in the midst of an exclamation, he showed the same exclamation expression, and then walked with the figure in front of him without thinking.

At this time, even if Kazama wanted to take them to hell, they probably wouldn't be aware of it.

Anyway, even if a white-fronted insect suddenly jumps out, the first one to be pounced on is Kazama Yangyu himself.

Of course, what awaits them is not a white-fronted worm, but a black-fronted worm.

Not...... It's a bit too much to say it's a big insect, after all, no matter how people look at it, it's all a snake! No, no, it's a dragon! O Oriental Dragon!

It was really a big, big dragon, with a thick dragon body, hovering over the white tower, hanging down in a posture of head and tail. The hideous dragon's head opened its bloody mouth fiercely, and the two dragon whiskers also drifted to the left and right because of anger. And its sharp teeth shone like a razor. However, it's not because it's sharp, it's just because of the bronze gate that stands in between.

The gate, simple and solemn, with intricate patterns, fills the background of the entire door. And above the background, like the stars and the moon, is set off in the flowers, is an ancient totem. It was an Ouroboros, engraved with conspicuous yang carving techniques, and the degree of sophistication could only be described as vivid (although no one had ever seen a real Ouroboros).

"Huh? Big brother, this door seems to be unguarded? ”

Kaede looked happily at the black dragon relief in front of him, and the white tower surrounded by the dragon.

The bizarre tower body is more accurate than a tall tower and a sharp sword.

It was a sword without jaws, and it was thrust down from the clouds, standing out from the crowd of pagodas, with a chilling sword intent that was completely different from theirs. And the black dragon just wrapped it tightly, like a chain, layer after layer, sealing the sword intent along with its past.

"Was it knocked down by the one who came first?"

Although this speculation is very likely from a probabilistic point of view, if you consider it from the perspective of human nature and previous experience, this possibility is basically zero.

Kazama's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in his silver eyes.

The bronze door, tightly closed, makes it impossible to see the scene inside.

But Kazama always has the illusion that once this door is pushed open, the hideousness hidden inside will suddenly come alive like the huge mouth of the fangs in front of him.

Wander.

Await.

Or ......

"Squeak-"

In a moment's hesitation, the door suddenly opened.

The heavy bronze door, just like that, was pushed open.

With that, the ...... that is hidden in it

World.

A glimmer of heaven, he turned his head indifferently, glanced behind him, and looked at Kazama Yangyu, who was stunned, and then looked at the people who were also standing still.

"The pass is for breaking through. Even if you want to break your head while standing outside the door, this level won't disappear on its own, will it? ”

The unexpected, resolute and free words reinvigorated the people who were originally hesitant.

Although the shadow of the Goblin Cave has always hung over everyone's heads, sure enough, the young blood still begins to burn from time to time.

The only question is whether the way it burns is correct.

Not...... For example, if it's for traveling...... No matter how boiling the hot blood is, probably, it will cool down quickly.

Verdant bamboo forest.

Moss-covered stone steps.

The hazy white tower shines in the setting sun.

and the bells that fall with the shadow of the White Tower.

The familiar scene, the familiar voice, made Kazama Yangyu have a strange trance.

Turning around, one figure after another rushed in, looking at the strange scene in front of him with a look of surprise.

Was it teleported back?

Or is it ...... It's just that the old men in the Garden of Eden are lazy and don't even bother to change the set?

I don't know.

No one knows.

However, everyone wants to know the answer.

"The ......"

In a moment of embarrassment, a glimmer of heaven quickly straightened his face, and his momentum immediately skyrocketed.

"Hmmm! This kind of carving insect skills, in front of the merry and graceful Yushu Linfeng people love flowers and flowers bloom in the waves, the prodigal son in the wind is super invincible, and the handsome guy is just a decoration. Come with me, everyone, if it stands in our way, even if it is God, I will kill you! ”

Between the call signs, the figure flashed, and the black feather weave flew up the stone steps in the mountains.

"Huh? Po Po just adjusted the order of 'Merry and Graceful' and 'Yushu Linfeng' wrongly...... Isn't it usually supposed to be like 'Yushu is suave in the wind'? ”

Tilting her head slightly, Nana, who looked puzzled, silently gave her teammates a critical blow in the back while selling cuteness.

"Well, that kind of thing...... It doesn't matter what happens! ”

Ahead, there was a response like an escape, and the eye-catching explosion head was out of everyone's sight in an instant.

Kazama quickly suppressed his laughter and quickly followed.

However, where is the figure of the other party?

There is only a constant cycle of reincarnation, which is slowly staged.

Bamboo forest. Stone. White Tower.

Bamboo forest. Stone. White Tower.

Bamboo forest. Stone. White Tower.

……

The so-called reincarnation, the earliest, is said to have been represented by the Ouroboros as an allegorical image. That is the truth of life and death, and it is also the truth of all things in the world, like a shackle, binding everything in it, and it is impossible to break free. Whether it's fate, the way of heaven, or even some dimensions, it's like this......

It would be nice if I could have understood it earlier.

Looking up, silently looking at the lifelike snake pattern on the bronze gate, Kazama suddenly coughed violently.

It was the rebellion when the wheezing was forcibly terminated, and it was also the twitching muscles, the self-deprecation in a wry smile.

Already, I don't remember the first time I climbed to the top of this mountain, and I don't remember how many times I stood in front of this bronze gate.

It's just that the front ones were all pushed away by the first-line sky, and this time, the urgent pioneer obviously no longer has this leisure and elegance.

Well, it should be said that this leisure elegance has long been gone.

It should have been clear from the third time the same scene appeared...... It's just that I don't want to admit it, I don't want to admit it, I just hold on to it, keep trying, and keep forging ahead for the sake of face...... But, after all, I still have to face it.

Face, this is a reincarnation fact.

Unless the key is found, everyone will be bound to this world forever.

"Brother! Brother! Hungry, hungry, gold! Gold! ”

Beside him, Valrhona's urgent urging voice was heard.

Kazama reluctantly took out a gold coin and threw it over.

Although this guy doesn't look "hungry" at all, sure enough, pets that don't feed often will become disobedient.

Fingertips, gently touching the delicate relief, have a cold touch, coming out of the rusted patina.

Just like Kazama's mood at the moment.

"Big brother...... Although I know it's not good to bother you at this time...... But do you feel ......"

The sudden politeness made Kazama Raise Feather quickly turn around.

But what I saw was a face that wanted to speak and stopped.

"Uh...... What's wrong? ”

Feng swallowed his saliva fiercely, and when he raised his eyes, he looked at the hideous dragon head.

"Do you feel like it's drooling?"

"Huh?"

"I mean...... This dragon, drooling ......"

Obviously, the other party clearly understood that it was just an overly beautifully carved relief, but he still said the grotesque idea.

There are mountains, brushing through the towers, like a ghost, chuckling and stirring up the tips of the feathers in the wind.

At that moment, there was an icy chill that flooded from his already slightly cool back.

The silver eyes turned sharply and looked upward.

Then, I saw the scene that shouldn't have existed.

Liquid, crystalline liquid.

Like raindrops, it dripped down the jagged fangs and sharp teeth.

Little by little, hit on, Kazama Yangha's face.

Sticky, with a strange fragrance.

"Let's go!"

The wave of air swept in an instant.

Everyone, all of them hurried backwards.

In an instant, the red flame erupted, and the purple electricity surged.

Kazama raised his palms slightly, and the two kinds of magic quickly took shape.

The silver eyes, as if about to burst, stared at the black dragon relief.

But...... Nothing happened.

Nothing, nothing.

The dragon didn't move.

The tower didn't move either.

Even the dripping ambergris evaporated and suddenly disappeared.

There was only a strange "grunt" sound, which echoed abruptly in the mountains......