readx;? In the depths of the night, the pale knight transforms from an illusory image into a stone sculpture. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He was half-on his knees, but his eyes turned to the clouds behind the Holy Gate, as if he really wanted to see Ian fall from mid-air into the abyss, as he had said before.

Unable to find Phil's figure, Ian sighed softly, and walked past the knight who had turned into a sculpture and slowly walked to the door of the Hall of Sages. And it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that this door was far more majestic and holy and mysterious than he had imagined. Looking up, it makes people feel small.

The Gate of the Holy One, mortals are qualified to stand before this gate after going through all kinds of trials and transcending the mundane. And behind this huge gate, it was originally the temple of truth, the abode of the sages, the existence that stood at the apex of the mortal world.

And now, who would have imagined that such a holy place has fallen in the past years, leaving only a door, standing alone in front of its corpse, with that mystery and solemnity, crying to the world about its former glory.

Ian took a deep breath, and after suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he stretched out his hand, gently pressed on this door, and slowly mobilized the power of the sword intent in his body, pressing towards the door in front of him little by little.

At first, he thought that it would take great strength to open this door of truth, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came into contact with the sword intent on his body, a warm current came from this silver-white giant door, which washed his entire body and mind like a hot spring.

"It's greeting me?"

Feeling this warm current, Ian couldn't help but have thoughts that even he thought were ridiculous. Twelve hundred years ago, Ixsius smashed the temple. If the pale knight was right, and he had his own sword, how could he be welcomed by the Holy Gate?

It's simply unconscionable.

Deeply puzzled, Ian frowned and began to doubt his instincts. And at this moment, the soft sound of "click, click" sounded, and in Ian's stunned gaze, the door of the Holy One cracked open at this moment, and it was as if to welcome the return of his master, slowly opening the door for him.

The white mist came into view through the crack between the doors, and suddenly turned into the scene of a war hall. Ian had been sanctified by his swordmanship, and when the temple was intact, he should have walked into the halls of war and found his place in them. Today, however, all is in vain. As the mountain breeze blows, the remnants of history are shattered again, turning into a white mist.

This is the end of the path of mortals

Ian came to his senses and stepped past the Holy Gate, stopping at the edge of the cliff. His gaze went from bottom to top, over the dark and terrible abyss, the white mist that obscured everything, and finally fell on the floating clouds that drifted in the sky, and found his target in the bright moonlight.

Ixschord's saber?

How did the Gates of the Sages treat him?

The end of the mortal path?

For him at this moment, all these mysteries were so insignificant, they were easily burned by the flame that burned in his heart, and there was no trace of the last trace left. At this moment, in the bottom of his heart, only one voice was still echoing, covering his entire heart.

"Fei'er, I'm looking for you!"

After hundreds of years of wandering in this spiritual boundary, Ian's heart once again rang out on the top of this mountain. The sword intent, which had almost reached the extreme of the mortal world, spread out at this moment, turning into stairs that extended into the clouds in front of him. He stepped out of the cliff without the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

The pale knight threatens Ian with the horror of falling into the abyss, but how did he know that to Ian, this insignificant horror is a joke at all. Loneliness and the unknown are the greatest horrors in this world, and even more on top of it is the desire to lose one's life. Compared to these, what can falling into the abyss be worth?

Under the dark of night.

Stepping on a staircase paved with a long sword, Ian is strolling through the sky against the hurricane in the sky. As he ascended to the sky, the holy mountain under his feet, the field, and the originally vast ocean became smaller and narrower. If he had lowered his head at this moment, he might have been able to overlook the boundaries of this spiritual realm, but he did not have such vanity, nor did he have such spare strength.

He was just a mortal, even if he had stood in the realm of a sage, but he was only a mortal after all. Without the baptism of the heart cup and the evolution of his own miracles, the end he could reach with his own strength was already doomed.

Just like Fei'er, he can only walk halfway through it at most.

But even so, he still chose to move forward without hesitation. For before he fell into this world, when Phil pressed her right hand to his chest, he already felt the girl give him something. So, from the very beginning, he had already made a decision.

The staircase paved with the sword stretched to the apex, broken in mid-air. And as Ian ascended the last staircase, white-gold flames spread out from the breach and into the clouds.

He wanted to follow the same path as Fei'er, the path paved by divine fire. However, just as he stepped down, the white-gold divine fire suddenly dissipated. From above the clouds, long black swords emerged, and they paved down a long black ladder that connected the path that had been cut off in mid-air.

"Phil?"

Stepping on the black staircase, Ian suddenly looked up and looked at the clouds, finally understanding the girl's original plan. The path of mortals ends here, even if he is the top sword master in the world, he can only pave half of the road, and he must rely on divine fire to reach the top. But from the beginning, Fei'er didn't want him to pay the same price as herself, so when he paved the long ladder from the top of the mountain, as another top sword master in this world, this girl paved the other half of the way for him from above the clouds.

"I will pave the ladder for you to the clouds. ”

Standing on top of the black ladder, Ian seemed to hear the girl whispering in her ear in her hoarse voice. In the silence, he could no longer suppress the idea of wanting to see the other party, and ran recklessly against the fierce wind in the sky, rushing straight towards the clouds.

The boundaries of the mind began to boil at this moment. All souls looked up at the figure that had climbed into the clouds. They knew that after a long silence, another sage had taken steps towards the clouds and had touched the stars of the sky.

This is the kingdom of eternal night, and in the light of the moon, a black sage ascended to the moon in the gaze of all spirits. The black divine wheel emerged as he rose, reflecting the pure white moonlight, slowly turning behind him, sprinkling endless majesty and divine radiance.

All spirits sounded on the earth with a cry of admiration and a mountain cry, and after a long time, another sage ascended to the clouds, put on his laurel crown, lifted up his scepter, and sat on the highest throne.

"Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian"

The breeze blows down from the sky, blowing through the mountains, fields, jungles and seas, and sings the name of the god of eternal night to all the souls of this world with that sacred music.

The spirits who heard God's name were ecstatic, and they bowed their heads to the clouds and sang a psalm in praise of the new God, so that the song echoed through the world and gradually spread to heaven to offer their best blessings to the new God.

It's just-

The world was enveloped by this cheerful song, so that all the noises that were not joyful were muffled. All spirits are so immersed in joy that none of them can hear them, but the gods they have blessed are weeping above the clouds (to be continued). )