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At dawn, a cold wind blew across the Dawn Mountains, blowing away the mist that had shrouded it all day.

The newborn morning sun pierced through the darkness before dawn, and with a soft and warm light, it liberated this continent that had been imprisoned by the dark night.

The direct sunlight tore through the scene of the Dawn Mountains under the mist.

She has stood in this vast Mu continent for hundreds of millions of years, witnessing the prosperity and end of every era, and she is the backbone of this continent.

At this time, there was a lively scene under her feet, but now it was full of holes.

The industrious slave miners had already emptied her blood, and now only an empty shell was left looking lonely at the newborn sun.

Behind the Dawn Mountains lies a raging desert that bears the same name as the mountains ahead, and the Weeping Desert is synonymous with its name. It is a mysterious place that spans countless years, and it is a dream place where light and darkness intertwine with illusion. Explorers who have challenged its majesty have buried their dreams here, and it is the tomb of the end of adventurers' exploration.

The roaring yellow sand in the desert area soared hundreds of meters into the air, and the sandstorm covered the sky. Some of the natives on the edge of the desert can often hear the wind howling by, as if it were the cry of the spirits of the dead who had been buried in the yellow sand all day long.

An ancient city that does not belong to this era stands in the center of the desert, and its vicissitudes have not faded despite the hurricane's sweep of the blazing yellow sand day and night. Time has taken away its prosperity, precipitating an endless dark fog. It is the only relic of the last era, the city of original sin sealed by Narayana, Noir!

The yellow sand in the sky blocked out any light from the outside world, and the whole of Norval was completely plunged into darkness, except for the eight pillars of creation that the outcasts had pinned their hopes on, still shimmering with colorful light. Thanks to the unfurling energy shield of these Pillars of Creation, those outcasts and Norvars would not be swallowed up by the sand. Energy crystals tens of meters high are their main body, and their light can pierce the endless darkness and illuminate the gloomy hearts of the outcasts. The Pillar of Creation is their spiritual sustenance and a blade for their revenge!

At this time, the Pillar of Creation was crowded with people, dressed in the clothes of the previous era, looking respectfully ahead, and everyone's eyes were filled with fiery worship, just because the person standing at the front was their patriarch!

"Some madwoman in the Quiet Land has broken free, and her time for revenge is coming. Do you think her revenge is just for the Advent?" a handsome middle-aged man looked at the Pillar of Creation, a smile of uncertainty on his lips. He looked around at the crowd behind him and shook his head sarcastically.

Standing in front of him was a handsome man, with black hair and no wind. The energy of the Pillar of Creation surrounded him, setting off his dusty form.

The handsome man turned his head, and the glint in his eyes flickered. The cold snort was like a hammer hitting everyone's hearts, making people feel annoyed. "Do you think it's funny?"

"Yes! I think so. What about you, my dear brother. The middle-aged man looked at the tall figure, and did not let the smile on his face decrease by half a point because of the scolding.

"Theseus, you're always gloating like that. But it would take some time for the woman to escape from the silence. I have no interest in the object of her revenge, and as long as she doesn't point the finger at us, I won't stop her. The heroic man sighed, turned around and touched the energy crystals of the Pillar of Creation. "After all, once upon a time, she was also our comrade-in-arms......"

"Comrade-in-arms, I think that's just wishful thinking on your part! We could have egged her on in the first place! Not to mention that we betrayed her before. Hughes put away the smile on his face and said solemnly. "I even suspect that she escaped and the first object of revenge on me was us!"

"It was indeed our fault at the time, but we also paid a heavy price for fighting the Adventists. Have you forgotten that there were nine pillars of creation standing here, and weren't you forced to live in exile for tens of thousands of years?"

"But she doesn't know! I still think I should stop her from being born!" Theseus stretched out his palms, and said with a sense of murder. "I'll do it this time!"

"Alas, freedom is important to everyone...... She's just a wretched person trying to break free from her chains, just like us. ”

"But......" Theseus tried to advise his brother again, but the handsome man raised his hand to stop him. "If that happens, I'll kill her with my own hands. ”

“...... I hope you don't forget what you said at this point!" Hughes let out a long breath, and the light disappeared in place.

Looking at the place where Hughes had left in a daze, the handsome man's heart was filled with bitterness. "I'm sorry, my dear brother. You know you're tempted to avenge Jenova, but please forgive me for being selfish...... But I don't want to lose her!"

The capital of Atlantis - Poseidonia.

The Temple of the Sun Palace guards the spiritual beliefs of the Continent of Light, and it is also the sacred burial ground of the planet's pioneers. The entire temple is made of pure white marble and magnetostone, which is sacred and elegant.

The interior walls of the temple are all made of emeralds inlaid with white marble, like the stars in the night, the crystal-carved windows reflect the magnificence of dusk in the setting sun, the floor is paved with 10,000-year-old agarwood, and the dome of the temple depicts the ancestors of the Continent of Light, who once fought the natives in the glory days of the planet.

What is beauty? Beauty is to leave her most glamorous moments forever in time, to last forever, so that the world knows their beauty, not a plain description of the lack of written words. The Sun Palace is a miracle that copies beauty in the long river of time!

Many prayer worshippers in the temple sang beautiful melodies that reverberated in this sacred place. "Who are we, and where do we come from? Perhaps, as the goddess of life sings, the feather of life is sent to another world before the end of the world, and the feather turns into a seed and takes root. Perhaps this blue planet is just a stop in our life's journey......"

In the hall, holy angels carved from ivory receive the prayers of the pious, and a trace of white auspicious light hangs down.

On the bell tower at the top of the Sun Palace, a blonde-haired woman looked at the setting sun with a sad face, and a noble pure white robe could not hide that wonderful figure. How long can this beauty last?

"High Priestess, what are you worried about?" asked a little girl about ten years old standing beside her, taking her hand and speaking in a voice as crisp as a red apple. Her height could barely see nine arcs in the distance, and the farther scenery was obscured by the hills.

"Well, how do you know I'm worried?" the high priest bowed his head and gently stroked the little girl's head with his hand. Nuo asked softly, with a kind smile on her beautiful face.

"I'm not a child, because every time you have something on your mind, your whole body will emit a faint fragrance. ”

"Oh, how did I not know?"

"You're so busy, how can you care about these things?" the little girl pouted, a smug look on her face.

"The murderer whose ancestors imprisoned her in the Silent Land has broken the seal, but I can't stop her. Alas!" A cold glint flashed on the high priest's beautiful face, and the fierce color in his eyes was extremely heavy.

"And what is she going to do?" asked Na Vu Tia curiously, leaning her little head.

"There's only one thing I can think of, and she's going to get revenge. Use our blood to vent her anger. ”

"Don't worry, I'll stop her when I grow up!" said the little girl to the High Priest, clenching her little fist.

"But I really hope that day will not come......" the high priest did not reply, but muttered in his heart.

At this time, Mo Chen was facing a choice of life and death on the flying machine, and Flora hugged the person in her arms tightly, praying helplessly for Mo Chen.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]