The old galaxy is endless, and the ceremony of sealing the glory has no beginning and no end......

The stele with the light of jade is always displayed between heaven and earth, and behind the stele, there is a baptism of wind and snow.

Suddenly, the soft fur boots stepped on the snow, grinding out a nice soft sound, and in the white world, there was only a figure in a broken cloak walking on the way.

The wind never hurt his eyes, the snow never stained his shoulders, and he was obviously walking in the boundless snowfield, but it seemed that the people outside the painting were beyond this realm.

There was no day, no day, and the figure did not know how far or how long it had walked, but the footprints behind him stretched to the horizon......

A wisp of ice-blue snow fell from the sky, and the wind and snow in the sky were nothing but unusual, but the man stopped his steps and stood there as if he had been immobilized by a spell.

"Buzz!" The snowflake slammed as it fell on his shoulder. The fluttering snowflakes seemed to pierce through a world, and they fell clearly on the man's shoulder armor.

Bang, bang, bang, the tattered cloak was raised for the first time, and the long blue hair swayed like a silk cloth!

After a few breaths, the footprints behind the man were smoothed out by snowflakes, and he folded his hands, his index finger, thumb, and little finger overlapped, like a ritual, a ritual that is too old to be traced.

"Old, Contract, God, Cast, Demon ......"

The ethereal murmur seemed to come from ancient times, with some kind of rhythm that pierced through time, and from the man's feet, a circle of ripples like water ripples, 100 meters, 100 meters, 10,000 meters.....

The majestic stone statue floated from under its feet, and it rose to 100,000 meters in just a moment, on par with the sky!

The stone statue is faceless, but it wears a magnificent crown, and it sits on a high stone chair, holding a sword in one hand and holding it up in the other.

"Choice?"

"Cheng Ling!"

A giant sun rose from the stone statue's hands, blooming in the wind and snow that shone brightly.

Slowly, the ball of light shrank, turning into a circle of golden balls and slowly falling.

As they approached the man, more than a dozen balls detached from each other and turned into a bracelet wrapped around the man's wrist. Losing the suppression of the ring, the pure white light cluster actually overflowed with red-black flames.

The broken hand armor was closed, and the man held the burning fireball in his palm, and the wind blew away the residual flames, only to see a stone egg engraved with strange patterns lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

Brushing, a man in tattered armor knelt down on one knee, he straightened his spine but bowed his head slightly, and a low, eye-wrenching voice rolled out of his throat:

"My people, long sleep! Our people, supreme! ”