The desert is boundless, the sky is connected to the yellow sand, and the yellow sand is connected to the sky.

Loneliness, it seems, is the eternal theme, desolation is its color, and death is its name.

The day, as if it would never fall, from east to west, returns to the original starting point again, and repeats itself.

It was a desolate desert, boundless, lifeless, as if forever peaceful. Except for the occasional wind, there were bursts of violent tornadoes that swept the yellow sand in the sky, revealing endless bone fragments under the yellow sand.

History seems to have long been forgotten, accompanied by endless yellow sand. The air seems to have long since frozen, and time lingers here.

In this desolate corner, a lonely city stood, dilapidated and broken.

The barren tower, with its eaves long damaged and uneven tiles, seems to have not been repaired for many years.

On the mottled city wall, there are huge holes, and I don't know what kind of weapons have been chiseled through by what year, month, and so far, they have not been repaired. There were black blood stains, which had already soaked the city wall, exuding a suffocating demonic nature.

A plaque hanging diagonally in the air, two quaint and desolate characters of Yanmen, as if telling the glory of an unknown era.

Inside the half-hidden gates, there was silence.

Only two men in broken bronze armor watched boredly, beyond the city gate, in the distance of the horizon, endless desolation.

"You say, is that legend true?"

Slightly tired, the tall and thin armor soldier looked at his slightly stocky companion nearby.

"What legend?"

"That, about the former enemy in the chaos beyond the desert......"

The tall and thin man spoke again, his eyes staring at the yellow sand with a worried look in his eyes.

"How is it possible? How many years have passed? At least an epoch has passed, and those people were expelled from this world back then, and even if there are still remnants of sin, they have long been reduced to nothing in the chaos!"

The fat man chuckled, seemingly unimpressed.

"But ......"

"Don't do it, scare yourself, it's been so many years, and this side is about to be forgotten by the world. ”

"You see that the soldiers in this city are all sent here by those big families to gild, and their thin arms and legs really have enemies that can resist them?"

"Those so-called legends, aren't they also brought by those people?"

"It's also thanks to our prince's generosity, otherwise how could he accept these gentlemen?"

Seeing that his companion seemed to be worried, the fat man waved his hand, turned to look behind him, and above the market in the city, there were brightly dressed figures.

"Don't underestimate the children of these families, some of them are still the descendants of the Immortal Great Sect. ”

The tall and thin man waved his hand slightly when he saw this, although he agreed with what his companion said in his heart.

Woo!

A trumpet sounded suddenly, shaking the heavens and the earth.

On the horizon in the distance, endless yellow sand was flying, and there were huge dark clouds, sweeping from the depths of the chaos and pressing towards Yanmen.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"What is it?"

"Barbarians?"

"I don't know!"

"Go and tell the prince!"

For a while, there was chaos at the city gate, and the originally listless soldiers hurriedly closed the city gate and climbed the city tower to prepare for battle.

And those children of the family who were originally wandering the streets, drinking and having fun, panicked.

Whining!

Horns roared, and endless glow bloomed on the originally dilapidated city walls.

In the wall that had been watered by the blood of an unknown god, a sea of scarlet blood bloomed with a red glow.

Endless Brilliant Sword Qi rushed into the sky, accompanied by immeasurable runes flickering, like a vast sea of stars.

In an instant, a huge curtain of light shrouded the dilapidated city, and the supreme coercion manifested, faintly chanting in the sky, the chaotic green lotus taking root, and the vision of the heavenly saints manifesting.

Whining!

This time, an unknown beast roar came, coming from the distant sky, with an immortal demonic nature.

Huge footsteps, like war drums in ancient times, sounded from the unknown era of the flood and famine, and crossed the endless river of time and space to reach Yanmen.

Crash!

A black lightning flashed, from the chaos in the depths of the desert, across the border of hundreds of millions of miles, and fell on the black and red city wall of Yanmen.

Sting!

Black cracks, like a split chaos, meandered and spread above the Yanmen Great Array, carrying a suffocating aura.

"Kill!"

The sound of killing was everywhere, the heavens and the earth shook, and the original sea of sand was thousands of miles away, and endless blood clouds covered the sky and the sun.

Black winds blew, thousands of miles of yellow sand swept away, and the heavens and the earth shook, as if it had reached the end of the world.

The great array was cracking, and countless creatures in the city were crawling on the ground, trembling. The sound of cries, the sound of collapse, and the sound of killing sounded from all sides, breaking the originally peaceful atmosphere in the city......

"Whew!"

With an exclamation, he only felt that the world was spinning, Mingyu opened his eyes, and the person was still lying on the bed, but the sweat had soaked the thin shirt.

"Yu'er, have a nightmare again?"

An old voice came, and the figure of the patriarch's grandfather appeared in front of him, with a worried look in his eyes.

"Patriarch Grandpa, did you say that everything in the dream is true?"

Reacting slightly, Mingyu asked, her voice trembling.

This is the first time I have dreamed the same thing.

An endless desert, a decaying city, a great war of destruction, those fragments were clear and dull, but Mingyu had no memory at all.

It's as if you're just a bystander, watching a never-ending dream.

"This ......"

Li Baichuan was speechless, looking at Mingyu with an innocent face, even Li Baichuan himself didn't understand the origin of this child.

But it is certain that this child's bloodline is indeed from the Li clan, and Li Baichuan has found a mark unique to the Li clan on him, and Li Baichuan has also used the artifact in the clan to personally test it.

This child who was picked up from the nearby wilderness turned out to be a member of the Li tribe, which is incredible!

Although Li Village has a long heritage, it has long since declined. In today's Li Village, the whole clan has a population of only a few hundred, and Li Baichuan, who is the head of the clan, can't find out who the child's biological parents are, which is incredible.

Fortunately, the people in the village did not have much rejection of this weak young son, although there were occasional rumors, but most people always regarded Mingyu as their own clansmen.

"Grandpa, I'm okay, is it dawn? I'll fetch water to ......."

Seeing that Li Baichuan was silent, the young man turned sideways and glanced out of the house.

Suddenly he rolled out of bed, walked to the door, lifted a half-man high wooden barrel, and walked towards the outside of the house......