There was a girl who had many dreams. The scenes of these dreams are always changing, but each time, she meets the same man.

Her name is Ye Fusha. In the enduring legend of later generations, she has flowing blonde hair, holds a reincarnation bead in her hand, and has the mark of a red flower between her eyebrows.

She is the legendary king who created the entire "Spirit Hunting Age" and the public enemy of the entire dimensional world. When fighting, her blue eyes turn a shuddering gray, and the "Spirit Hunting Technique" she pioneered is almost unmatched.

Many years after her death, her legend lives on. Later, it was compiled into a book and compiled into a heroic epic called "Spirit Hunter's Oath".

According to the book, whenever danger comes, she always falls into a dream. When she wakes up from her dreams, she becomes stronger. All the difficulties she faces will be solved, and her enemies will fall into a never-ending nightmare.

What is recorded here is a dream that Ye Fusha has forgotten by later generations, it is the end of "The Oath of the Hunting Spirit" that was deliberately deleted, and it is also the last time of her life.

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A moment ago, she was still on the battlefield where the soldiers were roaring.

Eight treacherous spiritual powers pierced through the dark fog of the battlefield and bombarded her chest with precision. Her armor shattered, her knights screamed, and her most loyal guards didn't have time to return to her.

The next moment, she fell into this empty dream.

Her clothes were ragged, and the hot blood had dyed her shattered armor red. The massive wound on her chest burned her flesh and skin, devouring her rapidly fading life. She found that the dream was empty except for the snowstorm. If you look at it from the air, there are no village trees, no peaks and ravines, and no living people. It's flat everywhere, so flat that it's empty, and it's so far away that it's palpitating.

In the wind and snow, she stumbled forward with small steps.

She felt that she had walked for a long time, but there was still only the hot wind and snow in front of her, and only her two lines of footprints behind her, and she couldn't go far, and the footprints were soon re-covered by the wind and snow.

She was eager to make sure if she had fallen into a dream again, and that the man would suddenly appear in front of her again as usual. But when she raised the long-dried spiritual sea and stretched out her spiritual sense to signal the man, there was a painful throbbing from the blood-red bead around her neck, and her eyes turned black and she fell limply to the ground.

When she awoke, she found herself lying on a moving sleigh, wrapped in a thick white bear skin. She heard the grinding of the sleigh across the snow, the familiar white snort of the sled dog, and the emaciated figure that had appeared in her dreams countless times.

"Is that you?" She asked, a little weakly.

"It's me. The emaciated figure waved the reins in his hand without looking back, but there was endless sorrow in his voice: "It will be dark, and we must rush back before dark." ”

"Where is this?Your new dream?The task for me this time is to ......" Looking at the back, she finally settled down and began to fall asleep again: "I'm afraid I won't stay long this time, I'm going to rush back to save my army!"

"Don't be in a hurry. He turned to tuck the skin from her body, ran his long, pale fingers over her cheek, and sighed softly, "Since it is a dream, there will always be a moment to wake up." ”

Her eyes were sour, and she could barely hear him. But from his thin and melancholy gaze, she seemed to see the faint smoke in the distance. The green courtyard hidden in the wind and snow under the smoke of the cooking, and the cabins that he had told her about in many dreams, fell asleep peacefully.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying on a small old wooden bed. Outside the window, the night was deep and silent, but the warm glow of the fireplace opposite her was reassuring.

In the faint light, the man was tinkering with her armor in front of the furnace. On a rotating cross brace, some of the tiny cracks in her stump had been repaired over the years, but the massive wound on her chest was still shattered and shocking.

From time to time, he picked up some unknown material from the table and gently smeared it on the wound of the armor, and from time to time his slender and powerful fingers slashed the edges of the splinters, stirring up arcs of lightning, reflecting his slightly frowning brow and pale cheeks.

"One wound actually has eight completely different spiritual powers," he still didn't look back, but he knew that she had woken up: "It seems that the trouble encountered this time is really not small!"

"It's the Eight Great Spirit Sealing Kings!" she sat up with some uneasiness, and found that her reincarnation bead had disappeared, but the huge wound on her chest had healed at this moment, as if it had never existed: "We are fighting with the alliance of the Eight Great Planes in the field of the Apocalypse, and now is the critical moment for the survival of the crisis. ”

"That's why you're in such a hurry to go back?" he stopped what he was doing, turned around in a flat tone, and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes: "What can you do with them when you go back like this?"

"But you've healed my wounds!" she lowered her head and didn't dare to look into his eyes, her body no longer had the natural coercion of the superior, but she whispered back like a girl who had done something wrong, "Although, it will take a little time to recover." ”

"Alas—I didn't heal your wound this time!" he interrupted her with a sigh, turning to look into the deep darkness outside the house, "In this illusion, it is not easy to want to die. ”

"This illusion healed my wounds?" she seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked up, "You mean, this is not a dream you made!?"

"Yes, this time it's no longer an illusory dream, but a real world. He withdrew his gaze from the dark night outside the window to her, and his face showed that inexplicable sadness again: "This is the illusion I have told you in many dreams, and it is also the place where I have always lived. ”

"Real Illusion......" she asked, a little confused, "and what is the mission this time?"

"Open this illusion!"

"What?" she said, incredulously, "Are you sure!?"

"Do you think this task is easy?" he frowned slightly and looked at her with a wry smile, "I know you've hunted countless illusions, but trust me, it's not that simple here. ”

"As long as this is not a dream made by you, I am not afraid!" Her face stretched out, and her raised smile showed a confident look again: "In the dream you created, you naturally have the final say on everything, but if this is an illusion, then I have the final say! Who called me the Spirit Hunter King in their eyes!"

"Maybe!" he shrugged with a smile, "But if you can't use the 'Reincarnation Pearl', if you open it one day, I will return the bead to you that day." ”

"Deal!"

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In the days that followed, this illusion was still full of wind and snow, but it was cold and windy outside, but the courtyard was as warm as spring. In this small courtyard where they live, it is always full of spring, and the wind and snow do not invade.

In the process of gradually recovering her spiritual power, she finally became familiar with the small courtyard where they lived, and also became familiar with this strange illusion. As he had once described, there were only three cabins in the courtyard. The slightly larger one in the center is their bedroom, living room, and kitchen. The one on the left is a study full of manuscripts, and the one on the right is a workshop full of miscellaneous items.

Although the wooden houses were simple, he still named them all, and put up a plaque crookedly: the one in the middle is called "Cold Fire Tower", the one on the right is "Meteorite Platform", and the study on the left is "Quicksand Pavilion".

Centered around these three cabins, there is a garden full of flowers and plants. The garden is not large, and the outer fence is made of some animal bones and dead branches of unknown material, which looks rough and simple, but there are eleven intersecting and staggered winding paths inside, which lead to the wind and snow outside the courtyard like a maze.

In addition to flowers and plants, there are also eight nurseries planted with colorful elixirs in the middle of this garden. This is the source of her healing these days, and it is also the source of their daily food.

In order to complete the task, she began to busy her expeditions. He continued to stay at home alone, quietly mending her armor. Every morning, he watched her urge the old dog to get on the sleigh and go out, and in the evening he dragged the tired figure back. Every night, they would stay in the restaurant and have dinner together.

She always spoke excitedly about today's adventure, while he watched her silently. It was only when she said that she was happy that a rare smile and a relaxed look appeared on his face. It's just that as time goes by, he still finds that her mood changes from excitement to anxiety, from anxiety to helplessness, and then slowly reveals a trace of despair.

As the number of expeditions increased, she began to discover that there was no definite division between day and night, and that it was always gray. The so-called day and night are nothing but the time when the old dog guarding the gate of the courtyard wakes up and sleeps. The illusion was as flat as she had first seen, but it wasn't as easy to open as she thought.

To the east, not far from the courtyard, she found a swamp of undead wandering, spirits who had lost their minds and were oblivious to her arrival. Just dragging a long green tail flame, wandering around aimlessly, a pair of empty eyes all staring blankly at the gray sky.

To the west, she discovers the remains of an ancient battlefield left over from ancient times. The bones on the battlefield have long since been weathered and gone. Only countless broken weapons were left, and they were randomly piled up into hills of soldiers' mounds. There are always silent screaming spirit demons flying and shuttling like the wind in them, looking lonely and sad.

She saw the remains of the legendary Void Beast in the south, and although it had been dead for many years, the screams of the beasts still lingered in the empty wilderness. She had also found the bones of the Meteorite at the end of the north, and with a light touch of her hand, the red boulder like a mountain peak dissipated into the wind and snow like quicksand.

And at the edge of the far reaches of the surrounding land is an ocean that envelops everything. The turbid waves on the sea are monstrous, and the heat is pressing. Above the endless waves, colorful aurora lights have been changing. This aurora was so dangerous, even if her spiritual power returned to its peak state, she didn't dare to touch it in the slightest and step into it.

She also discovered that the never-ending wind and snow in this fantasy realm was the cold fire condensed by the aurora evaporating from the seawater, and it was also the condensed aura of heaven and earth. They sprinkled and filled the heavens and the earth. She had tried to touch the aurora and the snow with her spiritual sense, but she had almost burned her soul by it.

They are so hot that they seem to be a cold fire ready to erupt at any moment, and it only takes a small spark to set the whole world on fire......

"If there is no soul fluctuation, why won't this illusion collapse!?" When another night came, she stirred up the soup in the bowl in front of her, and asked him with some sickness, "There are too many irregularities in this illusion!"

"It's not all bad that it won't collapse. As usual, he didn't answer her question directly, but carefully cut the plate of purple yam in front of him, and comforted her softly, "Well, it healed your wounds!"

"I remember when I was just starting out on the spiritual path, you said to you, 'Every illusion is a wounded soul, a broken dimensional will. ”

"The so-called plane will determines the plane spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein gives birth to aura, and spiritual energy is the source of all things and the foundation of all laws. Spiritual practitioners are helped by the aura to achieve the spiritual law, which in turn feeds back the will of the plane. 'This is the unbreakable law of our world!'

"But it's the first time I've encountered a soul fluctuation like this, and the aura is like a rich illusion!"

"So what!?" he asked softly, looking up.

"So I can't find the spiritual vein according to the direction of the aura, how can I determine where the soul will of this illusion is? I can't determine the acupoint, how can I hunt the spirit? Open this illusion!?" Seeing his cold expression, she was a little annoyed, and her tone couldn't help but raise a few points: "So are you sure that this is really not a dream you created!?"

"Of course not, I don't have that ability!" he put down his silver knife and fork, took a sip of his glass, shrugged his shoulders at her, and said, "Besides, when did I lie to you?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that ......" she stared at him, and replied a little embarrassedly, "Or, you can give me back the beads! Even if this time is an exception! The situation outside is urgent, the battle continues, and I can't leave my legion behind!"

"Alas...... Do those people out there really matter to you?" he stood up softly and looked at her with a sigh, "Aren't we having a good time now?"

She looked at him with some amazement: "Come out with me, you don't have to be so lonely! I'm not sure you're really going to get lost here, ......you're going to have a way!

"No, a mission is a mission after all!" he was silent for a long time, and then he stopped talking, and finally replied with a soft sigh, "Besides, I really thought you had been enjoying this game all these days. ”

"But!?" her eyes stared straight at him, and the pent-up emotions finally exploded: "If it goes on like this, I'm going crazy!"

"Crazy?" In the face of her burning eyes, he fell into a long silence again, stomping on the wooden floor, muttering repeatedly: "Yes, I will go crazy after all!"

The cold fire in the fireplace next to the dining table was glowing, and the gray sky outside was still deep. He drank the remnants of the wine in his glass, slowly came to the chair in front of the fireplace and sat down, and began to sink into deep memories.

"Maybe I've been here for so long that I don't remember how I got here. I just remember that for a long time, I was the only one here. However, I have now learned how to live with loneliness......"

"In the beginning, like you, I followed the old dog around and around the world. But that was a long time ago, and now I know every snowflake in this world, and there is nothing new anymore, including the loneliness and emptiness that these monotonous snowstorms bring me. ”

"In order to pass this lonely time, I first learned to make a model of the temple, and in the 'Meteorite Moon', I always demolished and then demolished. Later, I learned to write stories to pass the time. In the 'Quicksand Pavilion', I have filled a whole room full of manuscripts. For a while, I was also obsessed with planting flowers and plants in the garden, and I pulled them up, and they planted and ......."

"When I got tired of all this, I could only wander back and forth like a ghost between the three cabins in this small courtyard. Eventually, I discovered that I had learned to dream, and we finally met in the 10,000,000 dreams I made......"

"Of course, there are occasional people who come here, just like you are now. Whenever I encounter a moment like this, it is my big festival. It's just that there are very few days like this, and I have the impression that it only happened four times. The outfit you're wearing is the one left behind by the last lost person who came here many years ago......"

When he spoke, he didn't look at her, his eyes looked into the distance.

He spoke slowly, and his voice was dreamy.

When he finished speaking, he woke up from his memories: "So these days I have watched you come in and out every day, and I often think that if there is always you here, it seems that the days are not so unbearable. ”

Listening to his long memories in this illusion, she couldn't help but shudder. She suddenly realized that the delicious spiritual roots on her plate had already turned cold, and the flames in the fireplace had weakened and turned into cold stars. She didn't know how long he had been talking, but the anger on her face had calmed down, and then a deep sense of pity had sprung up.

She wanted to stay with him, but then shook her head firmly: "I'm willing to stay with you, but not this time, my seekers need me!"

"After all that, have you decided to go out?" he was silent again for a long time, but finally let out a long sigh, got up from his chair with a smile, and smiled at her, "You come with me." ”

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The night was still dark, and he led her out of the dining room and through the garden to the "Quicksand Pavilion". A faint light from nowhere illuminated the somewhat messy study, and also illuminated the figures of the two of them.

In her spare time, she used to watch him copy and write here. She had tried to help him put the manuscripts in order, but each time he always refused, as if there was something intimate in the manuscripts that she could not see. But now, he set aside an old carved chair in front of his desk, took her shoulder, and silently pressed her down.

He took one more of the many manuscripts and placed it solemnly before her.

"You mean, the way out is in these manuscripts!?" Looking at the manuscript, she was a little puzzled and a little stunned. Because she had never seen the book in these days.

She saw that the name on the cover was "Twilight of the Gods", and the text was in the pressed flower font of the ancient era, which looked elegant and handsome, and the ancient atmosphere was viable. The pages are hand-illustrated, all of which are both divine and natural. On the edges of the inner pages are ornaments full of flowers, birds, and a number of small figures from ancient times, as well as flying cherubs.

"It seems that what you just said is not entirely false!" She always felt an inexplicable closeness when she saw this manuscript, which had obviously consumed a lot of his energy.

"Be careful, there's something special about this manuscript! You can only read it once, and if you miss it, you'll never find it again!" He did not comment on her question, but solemnly opened the book for her, and gently read the inscription he had written on the title page: "All things come and all things go, and the lightness of existence is eternal reincarnation!"

There seemed to be a magic to his voice, and she began to fall into the rhythm of his writing, gradually immersing herself in the story of the manuscript. She discovers that "Twilight of the Gods" is actually a love story, when it was still the distant age of the gods, in the heavenly realm, the four main gods guarded the Palace of Cold Fire, and the undead army was stationed in Valhalla. The Eight Great War Gods are stationed in the eight passes, maintaining the order of the Ten Realms of Heaven and Man.

The heroine of the story is a shepherdesss girl from the human world, she has been spiritual for hundreds of years, and finally entered the heavenly realm and became the lampmaid slave of the Cold Fire Palace, but she was demoted to the abyss of the underworld because she angered the four main gods. She and he met and fell in love in the Netherworld, until he abandoned his identity as a god of war for her, turned out of the heavenly realm, and led the hellfire and the Nether army to attack the divine realm, setting off the celestial war called "Ragnarok......

In the story, their love is dependent on each other for three lives, lingering and compassionate. Especially when the heroine was punished by the four main gods of "eternal reincarnation", so that she suffered from the cycle of life and death every five hundred years, which made her feel related.

She closed her scrolls to hide her thoughts, but he gently stopped her.

"Be careful, you have to be careful!" she looked at his solemn tone, a little stunned. She pushed his hand away, remembered what she had just seen, closed it, and opened it again, and although she flipped through the pages one by one, she could no longer find the content.

She simply closed the book and turned the first page, trying to find the inscription on the title page that he had just read to her. She pressed her left hand to the cover, her thumb almost on her index finger to open the page, only to find that it was all in vain. There are always several pages between the cover and the hand, as if they came out of a book.

She went to the last page again, and it was still the same failure.

She closed the book in surprise, only to find that the name on the cover had changed from "Ragnarok" to "Soul Hunter's Oath". She flipped through the contents casually, and her face began to change drastically!

Because she found that these manuscripts were written the story of her life! the dreams she had met him, the past she had been, her truest fate! And the last one she saw was the scene of her decisive battle with the Eight Planes Alliance in the Field of Apocalypse. Among them, she also saw an illustration depicting the moment before she fell into this illusion - the terrifying scene of the eight great spirit kings sending a joint blow to her-

She screamed and threw off the book, but he hugged her tightly!

"That's how you created dreams one by one, and then met me in your dreams!?" It took a long time for her trembling body to slowly regain its composure: "I finally understand why you don't want me to go out, why the Eight Great Spirit Kings can determine my location on the battlefield......!

"That is—" Her heart shuddered, and she seemed to think of something again: "This is actually the way we get out!?"

"No!" he patted her on the back and comforted, "It's just a little bit of a comprehension of space that I've figured out over the endless years I've been lost in this fantasy, and I've named it the Book of Sand, or you can call it the Book of Eternity." ”

"But in this, I seem to see that the space has been cut into eleven dimensions!" she said with a shudder, "From the fragments of these spaces, I seem to see the past and present lives of this world, see the true appearance of the soul, and also see the path across time and space. ”

"Yes, you can understand. He was still noncommittal, but continued to comfort her with a wry smile: "But if you want to get out of here, these are still not enough!"

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The next morning, there was a rare absence of snow in the illusion. The sea of colorful aurora in the distance had regained its calm, and a faint light from nowhere illuminated the entire garden, as well as her face, which was sleeping in bed.

As always, last night's stimulus had sent her back into a deep dream. All night, he patted her to sleep like this, and kept watch over her bed. He could see her dreams because he knew it would be the last dream he had ever made for her.

In that dream, which was both real and illusory, he had been standing silently by her side, watching her weave the dimension of space with the power of her soul: she thought of the falling moon, the second thought of the nebula, and the third thought of the cold fire...... She moved the remnants of the mountains, drew the remaining water, and opened up the remote land...... Pull withered vines, old trees, and faint flowers...... She's the Spirit Hunter again, who scares all opponents!

But he turned a blind eye to it, he had always believed that she was a spiritual genius! In this life, in the previous life, in countless dreams, in the first time they met, he had always believed in it!!

It's just that as her mental power continues to evolve, this real illusion outside the dream realm is also quietly changing: the boiling ocean begins to calm down, the snowflakes freeze and hover in the air, the earth begins to shake violently, the south side of the courtyard suddenly resounds, and the long-dead giant in the north suddenly raises his head and struggles to let out a long roar......

Looking at the difference between heaven and earth outside the small courtyard, his face became cloudy. He looked at her with some heartache and admiration, and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. But the hot red flower between her brows burned his fingers and pierced his already empty body.

At the same time, in this snowy, silent illusion, four huge chains began to show their original form. They stretched out of the void like dragons, crossed the oceans, crossed the earth, entangled the necromantic swamps and the remains of giants, bound the mound and the beast abyss, and then all gathered together in this small courtyard, and finally pinned to his body!!

Looking at the chains that trapped him, his emaciated face showed a look of pain for the first time in these days. In the "Cold Fire Building", her armor has actually been repaired a long time ago. In the "Meteorite Moon Platform", the model of the temple that he demolished, built and demolished is also at the end of its completion. He had thought that life would go on like this, but he knew that this moment would come.

"Existence or nothingness, who is right?" he withdrew his hand from between her eyebrows, and his originally thin and slender figure became unusually tall. His eyes were contemptuous and his expression was pathetic, and he chuckled softly at some existence beyond the void: "Do you think you will win this way!?

In the midst of the dream, she finally stopped! the wound on her chest, which had been repaired as before, suddenly cracked, and her face showed a look of pain and confusion. She looked up and looked at the sky. The mark of the flower between the eyebrows had turned into a blood-colored eye, and the red light that shot out pierced the sky like a sharp sword. She seemed to want to penetrate the entire dream, all the time to see the existence outside......

She screamed and woke up suddenly!

But what she saw was still that calm and gloomy face, the garden outside the window was still green, and the wind and snow outside the courtyard were still falling. And the four huge chains that appeared out of thin air have long since disappeared.

"I'm sorry," she closed her eyes in pain, feeling extremely weak and having a splitting headache: "I can't do it without the 'reincarnation bead'......"

"It's okay, we're just one step away from making it!" he stroked her blonde hair and whispered in her ear, "What you need most now is rest......

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For some time afterward, they stopped going out.

She lay down in bed and recuperated while he made a model of the temple that was almost finished again in the "Meteorite Moon". They still snuggled up to the table every night, and she stopped talking about her reincarnation orbs and the legions that were in crisis outside, and he stopped talking to her about the strange book and the "Spirit Hunter's Oath" he was writing.

They always talked about the dreams they had together.

In a dream they met, she got lost, and it was the old dog he assigned to pull the sled to lead her out of the maze. In another dream, she was wounded while chasing a ferocious beast, and it was he who healed her with elixir...... They embraced each other in the fifth dream, kissed fiercely in the eighth, and fell asleep together in the tenth dream......

She found that these dreams were like a necklace that had been carefully worn, connecting her encounter with him and the fate of her life. Now, through the long and winding journey, she has been guided to this snowy fantasy.

She started as an inconspicuous spirit refiner, crossed the taboo of the plane and came to the vast Stygian Sea. She took inspiration from a fierce beast on the verge of death, and created the "Spirit Hunting Technique" that named an entire era.

She led her seekers to forge eleven spiritual paths that connected the main planes, ushering in a new era of open communication. She was also known as the Adversary by countless people, and began to lead countless Seekers and millions of legions to the north and south, against the entire dimensional world......

In the past, she always felt that she still had a long way to go and a long life. But now, touching the wound on her chest that had healed again, and looking at the emaciated and slender figure beside her, she found herself at the end of the road again!!

It's as if they've all lost track of time.

Until the model of his temple was finally made, it swirled and emitted a five-colored melody. Until they finished their last supper in the dining room. Until he put on her armor and kissed her deeply on the lips in the garden. She greeted him warmly, then took a deep breath and gently pushed him away—

"You've finally decided to go!?" he asked, a little confused, "Between me and your legion, you ended up choosing the outside world?"

"Yes, you said that opening this illusion is the task this time!" she raised her head and began to stop being weak in front of him, "And you, you are the soul will of this illusion—"

"Yes, I've been trying to stop this from happening ever since you fell into this illusion. He looked stunned and a little unwilling: "But when I decided to show you the Book of Sand, I knew that you would eventually find out." ”

"You said that I have always been a cultivation genius......" Her nose was a little sour, but she still gritted her teeth: "What about my beads!?"

"It never leaves you. He pointed to her armor, glanced at the huge wound that had been repaired, and said miserably, "In fact, it's already starting to condense. ”

Touching the wound that had been repaired in her armor, and feeling that there was indeed a familiar power condensing inside, she no longer hesitated, plucked up her courage, and recited the spirit hunting spell she had repeated countless times:

"All things come and all things go, forever turning the wheel of existence, all things are born, all things die, the time of existence runs forever, separation and unity, the eye of existence, eternally faithful to its existence at every moment. The cold fire in the void is a curse to life, a signpost for life to find salvation. The fragments of the soul are a promise to the gods that he will be reborn in destruction and return to the void ......"

As the spell spread, her blue eyes turned gray, and the white flower between her eyebrows became crimson again, and then quietly bloomed again, turning into a bloody light that shrouded him.

As the aura grew stronger, his emaciated figure began to become illusory, and his smiling face became bleak. His soul began to fluctuate violently, then slowly calmed down and slowly extinguished. He calmly went to his death, thinking that this would not be bad!

But just as he was about to close his eyes peacefully, he suddenly found that she had removed her armor and torn the wound that had been repaired by him.

"No—" he exclaimed, snatching over and hugging her, who was already crumbling. only to find that she had taken out the pearl of reincarnation with a white glow, and the prohibition he had painstakingly set up in the bead had long been gone. At this moment, this bead is constantly devouring her soul, rapidly draining her life!!

"Why are you so stupid!" His uncertain face showed emotion for the first time, almost out of control: "Why do you want to do this!" He snatched the pearl of reincarnation, trying to destroy it, but she gently stopped him.

"It's useless!" Her almost bewitching face was distorted by pain, but her eyes were full of comfort and love: "Why are you so stupid! Do you think that using the Book of Sand to seal this 'Pearl of Reincarnation' can really deceive the soul will of the four main gods and allow me to escape the curse of this 'eternal reincarnation' on my body?"

"But it's not fair! Why is it that you have to face the shameless challenge of those four old things every time!" his expression was sad and angry, and his eyes were about to split: "Why is it that when we get together once every five hundred years, it is always you and not me who are scattered!"

With his heart-rending roar, the whole illusion began to fly and turn around. The four great chains reappeared in their shape, so cold, cold, and yet strong. He wanted to destroy the bead, but found that it gushed out four streams of spiritual power, and began to echo with the four huge chains!

Although this small bead had been pinched in his hand all along, in the infinite level of space it had conjured, no matter how hard he tried, he could never lock its position. The bead was like a jumping ghost, the nemesis of her life, and the merciless taunt of the four main gods!!

"Leave it alone, our time is running out!" Looking at the pearl of reincarnation, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, she shook her head and comforted him, "Actually, since I woke up from the dream, I have already recalled everything. It's the fourth time I've been here, and nothing seems to have changed. I remember that the words 'Cold Fire Tower', 'Quicksand Pavilion', and 'Meteorite Moon Platform' were written by me at the beginning, and now it seems that the words are really ugly......"

"Don't say it!" He gave up the ghostly bead and watched it tumble to the ground. He hugged her tightly and choked speechlessly: "What you need now is a good rest......"

"Don't be sad. Anyway, we've got another time together!"

Her blood-stained hands gently caressed his emaciated cheeks, and smiled miserably: "Besides, if you stay in this empty illusion like you for so many years, I can't stand it, I still like the outside world......"

"I've looked closely at the model of the temple you made, and I can hear the five-colored melody, and I believe you...... I believe in this life, I believe in the next, I have always believed in ...... from the first day I met you" She began to cough violently: "The fate of us, and the world, will ultimately be decided by ourselves-"

"Don't say any more, you need to rest......"

"It's just ......" her voice began to chop, she looked at him affectionately, her body began to dissipate like snowflakes, and she was sucked into the pearl of reincarnation that had accompanied her all her life.

"From the age of faith to the age of the gods, from the age of the gods to the twilight of the gods, and then the age of spirit refining and the age of spirit hunting...... I hope for the next reincarnation, our next reunion...... It's going to be a little different......"

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One dream just vanished, but another began to slowly unfold. In the deepest part of this new dream, we can always find a figure of Xiao Suo.

He always stood alone in that illusion of snowflakes flying in the sky, his emaciated and slender figure wandering back and forth between the three lonely cabins like a ghost. Only at dusk, when the wind and snow occasionally stopped, would he appear on the seashore with colorful auroras and stand silent.

And in his hand, he always clutched the small temple that was emitting a five-colored clanging sound.

As for the doctored ending in "Spirit Hunting Oath", it records the final fate of Ye Fusha, a generation of spirit hunters.

Eight treacherous spiritual powers pierced through layers of ghosts and silently screaming necromancers, and together they bombarded her chest with precision. Her armor shattered, her knights screamed, and her most loyal guards didn't have time to return to her.

She began to fall into deep dreams, as if a long time had passed, or just a moment.

When the eleven of her most loyal guards returned to her, she slowly opened her eyes. Her breath was weak, and her eyes were hot. She saw her pursuers retreating, her legions routing, and her comrades in all directions. She burst out with unprecedented power and unleashed a shocking triple strike that shook the past and the present!

The first blow "Moonfall"! With a wave of her palm, a blood-colored red moon appeared out of thin air, emitting endless brilliance and enveloping everything. In the midst of this piercing blood-colored waning moon, the array of enemy soldiers began to crumble, and then evaporated and dissipated like clear smoke!

The second blow "Quicksand"! She turned into an afterimage, shuttled through incredible space, and almost at the same moment, defeated all the Spirit Sealing Kings present, causing all eight generation legends to fall on the spot!

She used her blood-stained hands to ignite a dazzling cold fire, directly tearing through the space, splitting the plane, and opening up a way for her subordinates and the remnants of the legion to escape. As for the Apocalypse Plane, one of the eight planes, it also collapsed in this icy cold fire and completely disappeared between heaven and earth......

Just before the apocalypse was about to collapse and her life burned out in this cold fire, her eleven guards finally heard her deathbed prophecy:

If you want to grow in the heights of light, you must stretch out into the depths of darkness;

Eleven branches slanted horizontally, facing the dawn in the void.

The Armageddon that decided the end of a great era and the advent of a new era - the Battle of the Apocalypse - ended with the fall of Ye Fusha, a generation of spirit hunters.

In this new era known as the Age of the Spirits, her men fled and her legions scattered. Her pursuers are regarded as public enemies by the whole world, and they are surrounded and hunted down. The spirit hunting technique she pioneered has also become a taboo in the entire spiritual world.

And her deathbed prophecy was called the "Spirit Hunting Oath" by later generations! All of them are in legends, and among these few familiar proverbs, there is a secret to finding the treasure of the spirit hunting buried by Ye Fusha.