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From the cracks in the earth, puffs of scorching smoke rose into the sky, forming thick clouds. From a distance, it looks like gray pillars stretching out the heavens and the earth. The heat rises, making the scenery look distorted, and from time to time a blazing flame erupts from a crack in the ground, adding a touch of vermilion to the world.

Beyond the cloudy sky, a huge figure could be faintly seen, and its figure was so huge that it seemed that no matter where in the world, its figure could be clearly seen.

At this time, the earth shook, and two armies came from the north and south, and met in the middle of the earth, and then a fierce battle ensued. Soldiers on both sides desperately charged at the enemy's line, unreservedly feeding their weapons into each other's bodies, and then embracing the weapons handed by the enemy. Before their lives are completely gone, they will say goodbye to this world in the most heroic way, so that explosions continue to appear on the battlefield. However, although there were many fires, the armies of both sides had no intention of stopping there, but intensified and wrote the chapter of the war in the most tragic way.

A phantus stood on a high slope, overlooking the fierce battle.

The phantom was the image of Father Miro, who looked silently for a moment before turning to move forward. He bypassed the battlefield and walked on the vast land. Battles like this happen from time to time, but neither side of the battle is aware of his presence, whether he passes near the battlefield or even directly through the battlefield.

For this world, he does not exist, after all, he is now only a projection of will. If you can't even form a will body, how can you let both sides in the battle find out?

Miró is both familiar and alien to the world.

He knew that this was Ebones, a world that only existed in the will of the Dusk Clan. There are countless kings and countless soldiers in this world, and they are forever waiting for the Dusk Clan. When the Children of Twilight awaken, they can be transformed from volitional beings into physical beings through certain mediums.

The life of Ebonnes never dies, they fight and kill each other in the world of wills, and after death they are reborn again after a period of time. The same is true of death in the physical realm, where their will will return to Ebonnes and start all over again.

Miró was familiar with the world, as Archimedes created his will and at the same time revealed him the secrets of the Dusks.

But Miró has never been to this world, so he is also very foreign to this world. He knew he would come into this world once, for the first time, and for the last time. This mission, or rather this mission, was predestined from the moment he was born.

This is his final journey.

Miró walked forward, although Ebones was immensely vast, and in spite of the vastness of the earth, he knew where his end was, and he did not hesitate to go there.

He passed through the land of poisonous smoke and flames, walked through the valleys full of monsters, walked through the steep peaks, and saw the magnificence of the lake of fire, the continuous fire trees, the rain of fire rising from the sky, the fireballs that forever illuminated the sky and the earth, as if the eyes of a god had been watching him.

Finally, he arrived.

It's a canyon.

Once upon a time, this canyon had an ancient, wise king. But now that he is gone, his kingdom has also dissipated. Therefore, the canyon seems empty, only the sound of the wind blowing, but it makes the canyon seem even more lonely.

If Alan was here, he would have been surprised. Because this is the territory of the Abyssal Fire, but now, it's just an empty canyon.

Miro walked into the canyon alone.

When he stopped, he was standing at the entrance to the lava well. The forbidden place in the past was now not even guarded, and Miro touched the rough rock at the entrance, bowed slightly, and got in.

Moments later, he was already in the depths of the lava well. Here, a magma lake can be seen below. Even though the Abyssal Fire is no longer here, the lava lake is still hot and hot. Miro glanced into the lake several times, raised his hand, and made a downward motion.

So the magma in the lake began to fall, and it was not known where it was going. Soon, the glow of the fire in the lava well began to dim. The magma had come down to the bottom, and it was revealed. It was a sword-shaped stone pillar, or a stone sword at all. This stone sword rose from the bottom of the lake, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and there were countless gray and white lines on it. It's obviously a dead thing, but it exudes a kind of flamboyant aura, like a super strong man standing in the middle of a lake.

"The White Emperor Sword, or should I call you a hymn to the ashes. But either way, you've been asleep here long enough, and it's time to wake up. Miro muttered, and he raised his hand. The palm of his hand gradually lit up, until the whole palm turned into a piece of light, and he slapped it hard.

Like an invisible giant palm slapping on the stone sword, the entire lava well buzzed and vibrate, constantly shaking off the rock coat from the mountain wall above, falling into the magma with a plop, and then scorching wisps of green smoke, slowly sinking away.

The stone sword vibrate, and wisps of white light shined through those lines, reflecting the entire belly of the earth. The outer layer of the stone sword was falling off, and it was like a stone rain on the magma lake, and the stone powder fell all over the sky, forming a diffuse dust on the surface of the lake. In the hustle and bustle, a white light soared into the sky, and then countless gray and white streamers flew up, interweaving a magnificent picture scroll in the belly space. Like a galaxy crossing through it, and like a school of fish entering the sea, all the white light that swims away swells upward.

Miro took a few steps back, ran and jumped off the platform, and fell towards the lava lake. His phantom gradually emitted a gray-white flame of light, which eventually turned into a thick gray flame and fell below.

The canyon shook, and the vibration was transmitted to the distance, and countless creatures felt the unusual vibration in the direction of the canyon and looked in the direction of the canyon. Then the creatures saw a gray-white pillar of light rise from the direction of the canyon under the fiery red sky. The pillars of light blasted into the thick clouds on the canopy, and white spots flashed between the clouds. This vision lasted for nearly a minute before it disappeared.

A flying beast flew over the canyon, only to see that the canyon had collapsed in half. In particular, in the direction of the lava well, there is a little gray flame burning between the stone piles. The white flames instinctively terrified the beasts, and a large number of them turned back from above the canyon like dark clouds, flying off into the distance with a bit of escape.

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