In the sky above Chang'an City, there was an explosion.

It was a regular explosion.

The explosion spread out in a flat ring, and at the edges, countless golden discs appeared, looking like a totem of the sun drawn on the earth with absolute precision, so blazing that it could engulf the world.

The last of the creatures' gaze was fixed on the brilliant explosion.

Everything was in ashes, and it was too late to even feel the pain.

The empress couldn't feel it either.

She has a long life that the world can't understand, but time flows endlessly, and no matter how long the years are, when looking back, they are just countless short freeze-frame moments, these moments are engraved by her in the child's hole, forming glass-like lines, and she can see them again with just a little thought.

She is a being created by the primordial gods.

The primordial deity, called 'Pale' by the dragons and 'Mother Earth' by the other creatures, is the eternal Lord of the world, her existence is as unshakable as the rising and setting of the moon, and her birth comes from loneliness, the loneliness that belongs to God alone.

The gods wanted to create a perfect life like her as a companion, but she failed.

Although the created life is above all living beings, it is still far from pale.

The reason is very simple, the pale represents the primordial, and what emerges from the primordial junior high school, no matter how perfect it is, cannot express the primordial itself. Like the wind, one can describe it with words such as vast, soft, chilly, furious, etc., but no amount of subtlety can accurately express the wind itself - the symbol is distorted at the time of creation, and even the pale cannot reproduce the exact same self.

At that time, the Lord of the Black Scales had not yet been born from the poisonous spring, and the most powerful dragons under the Pale were the Void Pale and the Pale Blue.

Xubai is a silver-cast white dragon, it lives in the ice and snow all year round and sleeps, when sleeping, it is like a rocky bridge across the ice and snow mountains, and its long wings can wrap the entire mountain.

Because of the perennial sleep, Xubai is also known as the dream dragon, it is the guardian god of the Snow Mountain Giants, and now the ancient stone slabs excavated, you can still see the white dragon totem carved on the stone slabs by the giants.

Cangbi is much more active, it is more like a gentle elder, taking her to swim in the empty world all day long, as a child, she sits on the back of a dragon, travels through the vast world, the treacherous ocean, the land where all races migrate, the Milky Way and the sea of stars accessible by the divine peaks, and the elven dwelling place of the ancient trees in the sky......

The world was kind to her, she grew up on the back of a dragon, her forehead arched out of her beautiful horns like a deer, and the girl's crystal body was also caressed by the flowing clouds and wind day and night, and over time, every inch of skin grew crystal scales.

At that time, she called Pale her sister, she had never seen her sister's true face, and in her eyes, her sister was the shadow of the origin of the world, extremely mysterious.

She never felt that she was missing anything, that life was only a pleasure for her, that she was tirelessly happy, and that it was only when she perceived her sister's loneliness that she hated her weakness, ashamed that she could not truly embrace the shadow of the supreme man.

Many years later, she still wonders what the world would have been like if that day had not come.

She will never forget the scene when the origin came.

The starry sky spreads out cracks that run through the world, black turbid liquid flows from the void on the top of the mountain, and flows into the world like a flood of annihilation, countless transparent slime pokes out of the cracks, trembling densely, like the tentacles of a snail to find its way forward, it comes from the deep universe, occupies the highest peak of the world, it wraps its slender neck like a sea beast around the peak and roots it in the earth, and holds up the gorgeous crown like a sea anemone, alone in the broken starry sky.

Together with the mountain peaks, it forms the shape of a tree.

She no longer wanted to remember the catastrophe that swept the land, she only remembered the end of the first divine war, when her sister who was the supreme in her heart was defeated and imprisoned at the bottom of the peak.

Origin and Pale are both Immortal Ancient level gods, but Origin is not Pale's opponent, the most incredible thing about this outer god is that she can be tied to the whole world, Pale can't accept the end of the world's destruction, she was crushed under the Divine Peak, and the blood flowing out was polluted by the divine turbidity and gathered into a poisonous spring.

It was the second darkest day of her life, and her world crumbled with a pale defeat.

In the past, although Pale never showed up, it was the most indestructible divine wall in the hearts of all souls, until the origin tore the sky and trampled the divine wall in her heart to pieces. Pale has fallen into the abyss, but the origin is still standing upright, and the light points on the tentacles are swaying in the wind.

During those darkest years, tens of thousands of years, she fell into madness countless times, and finally, after her disgust with herself reached its extreme, she accepted the cloudiness.

The darkest day of her life came, and the process of accepting the Divine Turbidity was extremely painful, but the real pain was that after she merged with the Divine Turbidity, the World Tree began to shake, and in the dead and silent place where the poisonous fountain flowed, the pale of the shapeshifting girl flapped her wings from the layers of soil, and came to the front of the origin again, drawing out the arrogant blade.

- Pale finally understands the way to defeat the origin.

That divine war ended with the withering of the origin.

Void and blue danced around the girl, but she could only hide in the darkest corners of the world, tightly wrapped in dark yellow robes, not daring to spy on the slightest light, she cut off the tentacles on her body countless times, but they were like hair, with a strong ability to heal themselves, and they would be reborn soon after being cut off.

Pale began to liquidate the whole world.

At the beginning in the dungeon, Mu Shijing once told Xiao He a story, the protagonists of the story were her and Lin Shouxi, at that time she did remember a certain past, the object of the past was the person she had been close to, but she remembered that it was not Lin Shouxi, but the little empress.

She was hunted down by dragons and evil gods, and she led them to a scuffle, and in the middle of the melee, she narrowly escaped all the way to the foot of the giant peak where the origin had once entrenched, the only pillar connecting the universe, and she passed through the withered origin to the junction of mortal dust and the universe, and was about to cross it, she glanced back.

The girl in the black dress looked at her quietly.

She suddenly understood that the reason why she was able to flee was because of the last mercy that Pale had given her.

She flew into the universe, to the grave of dead silence and nothingness, and she had thought that she would never go back.

……

In Chang'an City, the empress suddenly showed a smile.

"Sister, no one wants you to die more than me, and no one wants you to wake up more than I do......"

She stared at Lin Shouxi, stared at his eyes that looked like death, and her surging laughter turned into a distorted scream: "Sister, please live well, after you lose the most important thing, live alone in this world......

The empress collided with Lin Shouxi.

The explosion occupied all of Mu Shijing's eyes.

Chang'an City instantly turned into an empty city.

Mo said that it was a life with fragile flesh and blood, even the hands of the ancestors who broke through the air were cracked inch by inch after countless flame red cracks, and only the wrist was broken.

Lin Shouxi's body was also burning in the flames of destruction.

His body was like a broken piece of porcelain, all his organs had been burned out, and flames swam out of the cracks in his body from the inside out, like sharp claws, trying to tear his flesh and blood apart completely.

In his empty body, only one heart was still beating miraculously.

Neither his naturally strong physique nor the Immortal Dao Fruit, which symbolized the Heavenly Dao, could help him resist this level of destruction, and it stands to reason that he should have been wiped out a long time ago, and now what supported him seemed to be just a touch of ancient obsession.

A different color flashed in the empress's glass boy.

"Are you still dying?" The empress said.

Lin Shouxi couldn't hear the empress's question.

He couldn't even be sure if he was dead.

In the dark, he seemed to have returned to the distant past.

He doesn't have much memory of his past.

His only memory is 'hugging'.

- In the dark cage, he hugged a soft and cold body, he wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't, just hugged her forever, and accompanied her through the darkest and longest years.

At the end of those years, he faintly saw a light reflecting a desolate and dilapidated world.

The peak rose before his eyes.

Together with the maiden, he crossed the ridge-like mountains of the earth and reached the highest point in the world, with an anemone-like canopy close in front of him, and hundreds of billions of tentacles hung upside down the corpses of living beings, trembling in the long wind......

I...... Who is it?

In Mu Shijing's dream, 'Miss' once said that a god like her does not need to gain strength through tedious practice, she only needs to remember who she is.

It's the same for Lin Shouxi.

But unlike the other gods, Lin Shouxi has too few memories.

When the empress crashed into the earth in a posture of living and dying together, he understood that he had to remember who he was, and only in this way could he be able to help Mu Shijing block this blow.

But who is he?

Death was like a great axe that crackled open his chaotic brain, and he looked back from this moment to the time when creatures first danced on the horizon, but he couldn't recall anything other than a long embrace of darkness and coldness.

It's as if he exists only to embrace a girl who is deep in darkness.

He could vividly recall her pain when she was on the verge of collapse, her confusion in the face of the vast darkness, her struggles when she kept hurting herself, and every delicate emotional swing in the darkness...... He could remember everything about her, but he couldn't remember who he was.

It was as if she was all he had.

The cracks of the flames continued to spread on Lin Shouxi's body.

Even if the moment of death is stretched infinitely, the turbulence of time will always drown out the inevitable node.

I...... Who is it?

Lin Shouxi asked his heart.

In the last moments when the body was about to tear.

Lin Shouxi suddenly opened his eyes, and a fiery aura like the sun erupted from the child's hole.

"I am the black phoenix, the shadow of the primeval, the pale and the wings! After nailing the origin to the top of the Divine Peak, she allowed me to be free, cut me off with her own hands, and let me soar into the sky of the last days, casting a shadow that covers the sky and the sun! The boy shouted loudly, as if announcing his identity to heaven and earth.

He was pale wings, and in the boundless dark years, he spread out from behind him, enveloping the girl slowly, like an open embrace for her...... He was the only one who hugged her, and he had embraced her for an unknown number of thousands of years. His never-betraying embrace.

He could perceive her as clearly as he felt himself.

He will always be with her, like a part of her.

But......

"It's a shame, you guessed wrong." The empress smiled regretfully.

The boy's conjecture was self-consistent, but the empress herself denied it.

Really.

The torn body proves his fallacy.

It's like a game of guessing, and the price of failure is his life.

Lin Shouxi didn't know what was wrong with his conjecture, and he couldn't reflect, the vigorous explosion finally tore open his stubborn heart, and at the last moment before his consciousness broke, he turned his neck and looked at the girl who was rushing towards him behind him.

He held out his hand to her.

The fire raged.

The moment the two fingers touched, the flames licked Lin Shouxi completely, Mu Shi Jingtong's hole shrunk to a point, she opened her mouth, and the endless chill poured into her throat, making her cold to the bone.

She lunged forward, trying her best to finally grab something.

The flames dissipated.

The pale starlight spread unhindered on her face.

There was nothing in her way anymore.

She stared at the sky with wide eyes.

"No...... To ......"

The girl opened her withered petal-like lips and squeezed a dry murmur out of her throat.

...... in the sky

'Lin Shouxi' fell lightly, and his bones turned to ashes.

……

Chang'an is in ruins.

Strange to say, the empress's earth-shattering explosion did not damage a single brick and tile here, but all living beings were wiped out.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

Chang'an is empty.

The whole world is empty.

Even if it is as strong as Si Duxue and Lin Qiuyi, they were all extinguished in the firelight.

The empress gradually dissipated.

She smiled contentedly before dissipating.

Mu Shijing's divinity is about to be exhausted, and Lin Shouxi is also killed, but she will continue to survive in the form of seven emotions and six desires, and for a long time, she will reshape the broken throne.

But to her surprise, she had obviously recovered the power of time and space, but this time and space had not ended.

It stands to reason that after recovering the power of time and space, she and Mu Shijing will return to the dead city, Lin Shouxi is the one who really came here, and if he dies here, he will really die, as for the others...... Although they are not really included, the collision between this fictional history and the real history will also have a huge impact on them.

But......

The empress realized something and looked at the last glass boy to the sky.

In the void she couldn't see......

This pillar of light that should have withered was pulled out by another big hand that was as thick as the ground and held it in the palm of his hand, because of the holding of this hand, this history was independent for a short time and could not be brought back to the truth.

It's the patriarch.

With his other hand, the patriarch forcibly maintained this period of history and retained the possibility of final change.

"Good means." The empress admired indifferently.

Among the human beings who are despised by her, it is indeed admirable to have such an existence.

However, there is no resurrection from death.

At this time, Mu Shijing is no longer the king who is feared by the gods, she is just a girl holding ashes in her hand and crying, such a she, even if she is given a thousand years and ten thousand years, what can she change?

A breeze blows.

Mu Shijing held the ashes in the palm of his hand, afraid that he would be blown away by the wind.

"Who allowed you to die...... the girl burst into tears.

The Empress dissipated into the wind.

All she had left was emotion.

This emotion is like the soul of an ownerless, adrift in this dead history that is independent of the world.

Mu Shijing is the only one left in the whole world.

Chang'an City was empty, the gorgeous thousand lights had long been extinguished, and on the long street of Suzaku Bird, the girl sat on the ground, and the spread skirt was the last black mandala.

For a long, long time.

The long night should have passed, but the time was frozen when the patriarch pulled away history.

Forever frozen before the sun rises.

Mu Shijing used a wooden box to collect all the ashes of the young man into the wooden box, and walked aimlessly through the wide Suzaku long street, and came aimlessly to the outside of the city, she raised her bloodshot red and swollen eyes, and looked to the east.

The white light of the fish's belly had already sprayed on the horizon, and it was only a glimmer of time to break through the whole dawn, but the sun was frozen under the mountain, frozen in the long night, never rising.

Mu Shijing watched it for a long time, for a long time.

Just as the young lady stood on the ice field, alone and waiting for the sun to rise.

The night is as cool as water, and the sky and the earth are vast.

She was in a daze and didn't know where to go.

But she kept walking.

She was holding a small wooden box and walking alone.

The past is coming to an end.

She remembered the confrontation in front of Guanyin Pavilion during the rainstorm in the dead city, the resolute and lonely back of the evil god when he slashed together, the sudden encounter in the dark night when she was in the Three Realms Village, the battle on the White Snow Ridge, and the ice and snow road from the Wu family to the Divine Wall......

In her heart, he was an old enemy, a close friend, a bosom friend, they were the only lonely little beasts in the world, they would lick each other's wounds after the disaster, she had long been accustomed to his natural existence by her side, so she never even imagined that one day he would leave.

It's like looking in the mirror and finding that there is no shadow of yourself in the mirror, only an empty nothingness.

There is no one in this world who is indispensable, but there are always such people, and after losing, it is like losing yourself.

Mu Shijing walked through the ancient road outside Chang'an.

Walk in this gravely dead world.

The wind became the only subtle flow.

It blew through the ears, ruffling the hair around the ears, like a teenager's whisper.

She burst into tears again.

The blades make a soft sound in the wind.

Gradually.

The whole forest rustled in the wind.

They're crying, too.

In a world that never brightens, flowers and trees seem to be able to understand crying.