The white light of this world is surging and flooding into a river

When the height of summer comes

Countless birds roam freely in this ocean

The sky was bright

The fog of the past brightly dissipates the face of death

A mournful cry of the returning bird

Skimming diagonally across the blue sky

The emotions of the heart are the dust and fire that burn everything

It's the ice that freezes everything

It is the courage to block the wind, frost, ice and snow without hesitation

Behind the scenes

Who sings the elegy of sorrow?

Who guards the flame of the candle that is clearly extinguished?

My past

My scars

All soaked in the spirits of this night

Scorching Radiant Blue Broken Soul

It is the end of the world

Atlante Source - East Wind Side: Fengshen Village

No matter how long the night is, there will be a moment when the light seeps in.

When Yang Huan woke up again, it was already the next morning, and the golden sunlight outside the window quietly climbed onto the table through the gap in the window lattice, casting the shadow of a teacup on the table. The birds chirping and jumping on the branches in the fragrant trees in the courtyard outside the door, and the bellflowers growing under the trees swaying gently with the breeze, accompanied by the laughter of children playing in the distance, should be the most peaceful scene in the village.

Yang Huan sat up from the bed, stretched out his left hand and rubbed his eyes, got dressed, and walked into the courtyard to see the white-haired old woman holding a broom and slowly sweeping the thick fallen leaves.

"It's a strange thing. This April is the time when the plants and trees sprout and grow branches, and how can they be all yellow leaves?" the gray-haired old woman muttered to herself as she struggled to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Yang Huan walked out of the room and buttoned his clothes.

"Got up, I cooked white porridge for you next to the stove, you want to drink a bowl?"

"Don't worry, I'm not very hungry, what are you muttering in the yard early in the morning?

The old woman walked a few steps with difficulty, put the broom in her hand in the corner of the courtyard, and put it against the wall: "There are no major events, but there are many strange things that happened early this morning. ”

"What's weird?"

"Today, the ground at the head of the village is suddenly full of white flowers, and there is a strange smell. The old woman described to Yang Huan with a look of surprise: "It is estimated that there are still flowers in the village!"

"Flowers, what flowers?" Yang Huan looked curious.

"It's a white six-petal flower, which looks snow-white and almost transparent, and the golden stamens exude a strange and inexplicable fragrance. ”

"I'll take a look. Yang Huan ran to the head of the village, under the Fanghua tree at the head of the village, densely covered with snow-white and transparent six-petal flowers, the petals were in the shape of water droplets, and the golden stamens were like worms stained with blood, swaying with the wind, and some red unknown liquid was constantly dripping down along the flower stems, which looked pale and desolate. Yang Huan was looking at it attentively, thinking about why such a flower appeared, and suddenly there was a mournful sound of flute from the top of his head, melodious and infiltrating, and goosebumps rose on the listener's body, as if it was the end of the world.

Yang Huan looked up and saw a person in a blue and black robe sitting on the tall Fanghua branch, with his back against the trunk, his eyes closed, and a black flute in his hand.

"Why are you again!What is the purpose of your coming here!" Yang Huan's face immediately became serious, but his heart was excited.

The person on the tree smiled lightly, jumped lightly from the tree with a black flute, his clothes were fluttering, and he fell to the ground spotlessly, he stretched out his hand to dust off the fallen leaves on his clothes, and said in a leisurely tone: "I failed to kill you in the sea of sighs last time, and the master was unhappy after I went back, so today, I will take care of you." Let's see if you missed it!" he held the black flute and tapped his palm lightly as he paced slowly.

"These days, whether I'm doing well or not, I think you know best in your heart, last time you hurt me so badly! Deserted night, I have no grudge against you, why do you always come to pester me!" Yang Huan's tone was helpless and sad, he just wanted to live an ordinary and simple life in this Fengshen Village, nothing else, but the person in front of him was so powerful that he felt desperate, every time he was about to meet the moment of hope, he was cut off by a powerful despair, gray and gloomy haze, and his heart was empty of loss and pain.

Deserted Night's heart has never been soft, some are just killing and ruthless, this feeling is like the tip of a knife in the dark, even if it flashes, it is also a signal of death, cold and cruel, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are cunning and ruthless: "Do you know why this place is suddenly full of these snow-white flowers today?"

Yang Huan stared at the feminine figure of the wild night tightly and did not answer.

"Judging by your expression, I don't think you know where these flowers come from. Araya leaned down, stretched out his hand and gently picked one on the ground, close to his nose, the black and red unknown liquid on the stem of the flower flowed through the back of his hand, dripping onto the ground, snow-white petals, constantly wriggling blood-colored stamens, disgusting. Desert Night closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance carefully: "This flower is called the Reincarnation Flower, and wherever this flower blooms, it will bring death." But I want to be so grateful for this flower, if it weren't for it, I wouldn't be able to find you. ”

Yang Huan's heart tightened, and he instantly shrunk in pain, and his lips trembled slightly. A faint voice flashed in my heart, "Are you going to lose it again?" suddenly came a sad voice close to crying in my head. He looked at Araya with hatred and asked him, "Are these flowers you brought?"

"I? You're really lifting me up when you say that, how can I have such great ability. Do you see the stamen in the middle of the petals?"

"So what!"

"I don't know if you have heard of the ancient Emperor without injury? The emperor was diligent in state affairs all his life, did his best in heaven, and deserved a good death, but in his twilight years, his relatives, friends, and wives were all killed, and the emperor was grief-stricken and indignant, and vowed to take revenge. He opened the forbidden book of the emperor, sacrificed the reincarnation flower with blood, was cursed, and died forever, and finally died with the enemy. Deserted Night turned around and walked in front of Yang Huan, the eyes of the two people were less than an inch apart, and their eyes were the same hatred. Therefore, the appearance of the reincarnation flower represents the fall of fate. ”

"What do you mean......" Yang Huan's tone was firm with a hint of helplessness.

"I mean......" Deserted Night didn't finish his cold and ghostly words, and suddenly quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Huan's neck, the back of his hand was still stained with black and red liquid marks, he pinched Yang Huan's neck and forced it forward step by step towards the corner. Yang Huan stepped back step by step, and suddenly his back touched the wall, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Araiya's arm tightly, almost frantically tearing the clothes on Araiya's shoulder, at this moment, he was like an ordinary child without divine power, facing such a top killer of the four countries, the feeling of suffocation in his brain quickly flowed all over his body with blood. It was like thousands of tiny silver needles flowing down the blood into the heart, grazing the blood vessels all the way and piercing the heart. At this time, the only trace of concern that he couldn't let go of in his hand was the gray-haired mother who was still in the yard, he wanted to say something, he wanted her to run away quickly, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound, and his heart seemed to be shrouded in a black mist, unable to breathe.

"What's the matter, wasn't it quite capable of fighting in the Sea of Sighs last time? What about your Tianbing? let me see it!" Aramida lost his usual composure and shouted with a hideous face.

Yang Huan's eyes were desperate, and his face was painful and uneasy, as if he was going to an appointment for a catastrophe with no way out.

"Yang'er, what's wrong?" The woman trembled and walked out of the courtyard with a broom, and saw a person in a blue and black robe pinching Yang Huan's neck, and the broom in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

"What are you doing! let him go!" the woman shook Athena's arm vigorously. "Let it go!"

Yang Huan looked at her, his eyes were full of anxiety and worry, he tried to shout, but no matter how hard he used, his voice was only a hoarse bass. No one could hear the heart-rending cry from the bottom of her heart, as if she fell into the deep sea alone, and when she was about to sink into the water, she saw the people who came to rescue in the distance, but she couldn't shout, and the despair in her heart enveloped her like a huge shadow, and the woman tore the arm of the desolate night while shouting with tears: "Come and help!" The people of the village rushed to hear the sound, leaning on the hoe and rake, with a look of indignation, but they did not dare to step forward with fear.

Deserted Night looked at Yang Huan and smiled evilly, "Do you know what it's like to lose a loved one? This hatred in the past life, calamity in this life, but today you want to kill each other like this, I want to see how capable you are today, the descendant of the ghost king!" When many villagers saw this scene, they were so frightened that they took several steps back and began to flee in a panic, all screaming in fright, and the young children were scattered by the crowd, fell to the ground, and were trampled by one foot at a time, and blood was splashed everywhere.

Deserted Night's face was cold, one hand against Yang Huan's neck pressed him against the wall, one hand summoned the black flute, and then turned the black flute in his hand into a ray of blue light and inserted it into the ground, "Huh" The sound turned into a blue-black spar, and then it was like a ripple to derive a large area of black spar between the reincarnation flowers broke through the ground, on the wall, on the trunk of the tree, quickly spread to the fleeing crowd, on their heads, chests, calves, burst out of an inch of black crystal pillars, exploded a blood hole, splashed a large piece of blood fell on the petals of the reincarnation flower, the original snow-white and transparent petals were dyed blood red, the golden yellow worm-like stamens touched the blood at the moment they skyrocketed, greedily stretched out the bloody tongue to suck the blood splashed everywhere like rain, with the wind fluttering, fluttering with a cruel and ruthless taste of blood。

Yang Huan saw that the woman's chest was blasted open with large and small blood holes, and his heart ached, as if thousands of sharp knives were inserted into his heart at the same time, and tears flowed out of his eyes. He glanced back at the barren night, gritted his teeth, his veins were full of hatred, and the black pattern on his arm evoked blue-black, fiery red, silvery-white, and ice-blue in the air, four rays of light that were intertwined with each other and swirled each other, and quickly extended to the left side of his face along the muscles and bones of his arm, and his eyes instantly turned blood-black. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Araya's arm, and five fingers plunged deep into the flesh of Araya's arm, and gurgling blood flowed out of Araya's arm. Yang Huan's hand turned around, and Deserted Night's arm was also twisted, and the muscles and bones in the flesh and blood were completely twisted off with a "click" sound. As soon as he turned around, he threw him against Araya's neck and threw him against the wall, and cracks cracked in the originally flat wall, and the blood on Araya's arm flowed to the ground along with the cracks and seeped into the soil.

Araya looked at him with a frightened face, and his lips trembled because of the sharp pain from the broken arm: "Punish ...... God reincarnation!"

"Why do you want to kill even their innocent people!" Yang Huan shouted heartbreakingly, his eyes seemed to be surging with red blood, and he looked like he was eager to kill.

Deserted Night lost consciousness due to the severe pain, and just stared at Yang Huan's blood-red eyes. Faintly, he heard Harahara's voice.

"Stop!" A giant sword wrapped in lightning suddenly shot from a distance, Yang Huan stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and the giant sword wrapped in lightning shattered and fell to the ground in front of him. Looking back again, Araya has been taken away by a pink figure.

Yang Huan couldn't chase after him, and hurriedly ran to the woman with blood-red eyes, his eyes gradually returned to normal blood, and he gently helped her up. , but the woman's chest had long since lost its warm breath. At this moment, there will never be a more painful feeling in this world than Yang Huan's heart, sadness is like a tsunami, a monstrous wave, and a sharp edge of needles. No one can comfort themselves when they are most sad and vulnerable, no one can wait for them to go back in the chaimen, no one can hide themselves in the cold winter months, and no one will be able to hide themselves anymore. Tears flowed from the eyes, and a drop fell on the reincarnation flower, blood and tears blended, and the reincarnation petals were permeated with a blood-stained demeanor.

"Wear more clothes!"

"It's raining outside today. ”

"Are you hungry? ”

The sound of passing echoes in Yang Huan's heart, and he lowered his head and sobbed. "I just want to live a simple life, I just want to have the most ordinary family affection, I just want to live like this, why, why do you force me. ”

"Yang Huan. ”

Yang Huan turned his head and saw the person who had saved him again and again, and the figure in the cloak hurriedly arrived, his tone was hurried and uneasy.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I sensed you breaking through the seal I had placed in your body from a hundred miles away, were you hurt?"

Yang Huan gently put down the lady in the crook of his arm, stood up indifferently, and wiped the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes: "No." ”

"What's going on here?"

Yang Huan looked at the person in front of him with a desperate face, but there was no emotion in his heart, no one in this world could really care about himself anymore, the lonely emotion was like a big mountain in his heart that collapsed, shattered into countless stones and rolled down from the top of the mountain, "bang, bang, bang" was full of cracking sounds.

"Are you still going to the Western Wilderness?" said the man in the cloak slowly, word by word.

Yang Huan held the woman's body and looked at the northward migration expressionlessly, with great sadness in his tone: "Take off your hood, or I won't go anywhere." ”

The man in the cloak hesitated for a moment, but his hands slowly lifted the hat of the tent, and in the sunlight, his facial features were deep, his sword eyebrows were steep, his eyes were like torches, and he looked like a god.

"My name is Northward Migration. The one who has silently guarded you for eighteen years"

Yang Huan looked at the blood and the fluttering reincarnation flowers all over the place, and said in a lonely voice: "Can you wait for me to bury them?"

Beiqian didn't say anything more, just turned around gently, maybe in this world, once people have no happiness, there is only pain left, the wind blows over, a few dead leaves fall, and it turns into full sadness.

Atyste Sources - East Wind Side: The City of the Wind Year

In front of the gate of the city hall with blue bricks and red tiles, strict soldiers carefully guarded the gate, and in the hall, Kazel was sitting at the table frowning and writing quickly on the paper with a pen.

"Report!" the soldier ran into the hall from outside the door with a short knife, kneeling on one knee.

"What?" Kazel didn't look up, still writing on the paper.

"Your Majesty, a powerful force suddenly erupted from the small town on the side of Windy City just now, but it quickly disappeared. ”

"Do you know who it is?"

"My subordinates have sent someone to check it out. ”

"Notify me as soon as there is news. Kazel's answer was crisp.

"Yes. ”

Diexi walked in from the door, looked at the soldiers who passed by him and hurriedly ran out, turned his head, looked at Kazel with a puzzled expression, and asked him: "Brother, what happened, why are the soldiers so panicked?"

"Just now, a powerful force suddenly appeared in a small town on the edge of our wind, I don't know if my induction is wrong, I sense that this same force actually contains the power of the four square elements of Artest. ”

"I'm here for this, and I've sensed the same magical power. Why don't I go and see?"

"It's okay for you to go and see, after all, I can't rest assured about those soldiers, by the way, I have a letter here, you give it to Liji Shangfu for me, go to the dust, I only believe you." Kazel looked at Diexi with a serious expression.

"Is there something going on?"

"It's about Lei Lingyu. You go and come back quickly. ”

"Good!"

The years faded with the morning breeze that was gradually warming

People all over the world are partying

Whether it's those hatreds that come from an unclear path

Or those ideals whose whereabouts are unknown

All take root in this gradually coming summer

Migratory birds fly back with the message of the return of the season

Hoarse and desolate chirping

The light of heaven engulfed thousands of miles of land like a tidal wave

Day and night begin to divide equally

The phoenix flowers began to bloom in large areas

Your figure is slowly beginning to become clearer

It's so clear that you can see your face against the light

Your smiling face

Your gentle side face

And the wounds in your heart that won't heal

The water roaring through the mountains

The frost and snow-white head between the eyebrows

Don't be a fancier

Chanting night and night

The song is desolate

The voice of the heart is vast