Falling from the sky, meteor-like, rebellious.

Rising from the top of the mountain, the seven stars of the waning moon slowly but indistinctly visible.

One is extremely light and fast, and the other is extremely slow and heavy.

Each of them has an infinite artistic conception, and what fell was a blazing storm, tearing the infinite moonlight, obscuring the sky, covering the moon, and covering the stars.

The power of destruction was circulating, gravity reinforcing the earth-shattering shock, and the direction locked on to the waning moon.

I have realized from the dead, and I have risen from the ashes of silence.

Let me destroy you with the power that destroyed me.

But how can the moon be so high and so far away, how can the creatures on the earth touch it?

What I smashed was just the water moon in the mirror......

The storm froze.

The roaring thunder ceased, and the burning flames were extinguished.

Death follows the maggots of the tarsal bones, and who in the world can escape death?

Moonlight is everywhere and is extremely fast, who can avoid the speed of light?

This sword runs through my heart, what can resist its sharpness?

With the faint moonlight, all the monks could still use the pupil technique to see the battle situation above the sky.

The Tibetan Sword Peak has already cracked countless shocking cracks from the top of the mountain, and it seems that with just a few clicks, this ancient sword path holy land will turn into ashes, and turn into nothingness together with the sword cultivators who have laughed proudly on it.

But it is still so resolute, the glory of the past has left the last caretaker, so indestructible.

A waning moon shone on the top of the mountain, and the blade of the sword had pierced through a fiery heart, slicing through the tenacious soul.

There was no trace of pain on the face that was slashed open, only a strange smile.

The breath of death bloomed on him, and all the means of protection were useless, and they were "cut off" by the "sword".

I couldn't even dodge, just in an instant, I was hit by the "moonlight".

Yue Hanfeng's figure is so rickety, and he can't see any sassiness at all.

His old face was open, and though he couldn't see anything anymore, he seemed to be searching for something.

Everything seemed to stand still.

The smashed sword stopped above the old man's head, and the stabbing sword pierced the man's heart.

The soul-piercing figure was still frozen in the air, and the figure that had been smashed into the snow and had its legs sunk into the crevices of the rock was still standing.

The rift spread from the feet of the old man, from the top of the mountain to the mountainside to the foot of the mountain.

Time stood still, as if it were a field, just freezing time forever.

The wills of the two have also clashed with the clash of swords, and they both have their own beliefs, turning into their domain, called the Sword Realm.

Fu Qingfeng's sword realm is called [Cunzhen].

The sword realm of Moon Hanfeng is called [Long Silence].

There is endless time, infinite death, and inescapable fate.

Fu Qingfeng fell into it.

......

Darkness, boundless darkness.

I can't feel a little light......

No, no, it's light, it's bright, it's white—

Moonlight.

This light is so strong and dazzling that there is not even any other light, and when you are caught in the sea of light, you can't see anything clearly.

Is it dead? I can't hear my heartbeat anymore, I can't feel where I am anymore......

Where is the end of endless time, just floating in ignorance and unconscious, thousands of years or thousands of years?

Who am I? Where are you going? What are you going to do?

Time consumes everything, this is the most terrible prison in the world, it has no walls, but it has imprisoned everything in the heart.

Wandering in the time, like a fish that does not return to the waves.

What's the point of persistence?

Ah, how far away is the rise, but how close is the fall!

It's so lonely, it's too lonely, I don't remember anything, there's nothing left, what are you holding onto?

A lost guinea pig in the labyrinth, never ending hopelessly being manipulated by others to do experiments.

Who will take me out of this endless prison?

Despair, endless despair, about to give up......

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the bottom of my heart, strange, isn't there no heart?

The sound is so ethereal and so mixed, trying to distinguish it, so that all the noise can be heard clearly:

"Disciple, today is the day you enter the sect......"

"Senior brother, that's amazing!"

"Qingfeng, what should a hero do to have no regrets?"

"Big fool, smash them for me!"

What is the salty, salty, sour taste?

The heart seemed to be stirring again, and the tears seemed to have begun to flow.

But I still can't escape, trapped in the prison of light, trapped in the river of time, this light pierces my eyes, so that I can't see, I want to bow to the light, this time washes away my memory, I wear down my fighting spirit, I want to stop asking no more questions, and die in a peaceful prison.

I'm powerless and unstoppable!

But why is your heart so unwilling? There is fire burning in the chest!

Death came upon him again, and he was about to extinguish the last bit of lightning that shone through the long night in his eyes.

The flames are burning more and more violently, and they are going to burn my body and my soul.

I can't hold on anymore and will be reduced to ashes......

But so unwilling to be so reluctant, something is calling......

The hand seems to be able to move again, groping with all his might, as if he has touched a picture album?

You can't see what is on it, but you can hear the voice on it:

"Master......"

It's so tiny, the little ones can't hear it, but why can't I hear it, I can't forget it, I can't even forget who I am!

Whose Master am I? Does that person have anything to do with me?

I just feel that I can't forget, even if I forget myself, I can't forget!

Suddenly the voice became loud and deafening:

"How can you fall here!"

"You are the king of thunder, you are the lord of fire, you allow yourself to be the god of freedom!"

"We have given orders to the stars, we fight with heaven and earth, we bow to the grass!"

"There's still waiting for you ahead, waiting for us!"

"The world is too small and too narrow, and you can't be locked up here!"

This voice seems to dispel death, dispel endless light, dispel rushing time, and bring inexplicable hope.

"But what should I do? I don't have the key and I can't find the lock. ”

Have lost everything, what have you ever had? Now there is only endless nothingness.

If there is nothing left of what is lost, then how can we recover it with our hands?!

But the voice was silent, and gradually faded away, leaving a fluttering word:

"You don't need a key, you don't need to open a lock, all cages should be afraid of your indestructible sword."

Sword, where is the sword?

Cage, unwilling to be trapped in the cage, even if you die, you have to fight to die!

The heart began to beat again, and the flames and lightning began to roar again.

Suddenly his hand grasped something, like a heavy piece of iron and like a fluttering feather.

It's like it can crush everything, and it's like it's light and can't bear anything.

Is such a thing a sword? Can such a thing cut through the infinite light, withstand the wear and tear of time, and resist the inevitable death?

Wielding what is in your hand, the endless light is also afraid.

Stab the things in your hands, and time will not wear out.

But it will also get tired and broken, and the ultimate decay is still coming.

It's broken.

I felt sublimated.

I dare to swing my sword, not only am I going to escape from this prison, I'm going to break through this prison so that it can't trap anything anymore!

Even if I am doomed to fail and die, I have no regrets!

I've been here, I've laughed, I've cried, and I've been accompanied by someone I'll never forget, and I've reached the top.

Only by pushing life to the top can we face death fearlessly.

When I propped up my broken body and laughed at death for not bringing me to my knees, even death surrendered.

The light, which was deeper than the darkness, was gone, the river of time dried up, and the entwined death escaped.

I still can't remember many things, but I can already read the contents of the album in my hand.

Was that a drawing diary?

There is a simple picture drawn on it, and small characters are written, what kind of lovely person should its owner be?

Looking at it with all its might, it is clear that everything has been forgotten, but every word can be clearly recognized: "Even time, space, reality, and even death cannot separate us!" ”

Two figures, one large and one small, stood on a blank piece of paper, leaning on each other, and nothing else.

Yes, nothing can separate us, you are my shadow, I am your light.

I don't remember your name, I don't even remember your face, but I know that whether you are ugly or beautiful, good or evil, I can recognize you at the first sight of you in the vast sea of people.

Putting this drawing diary into my arms, it seems to be integrated into the soul and disappears, but it can be clearly perceived.

Memories also surged from the depths of the ocean of souls.

Remembered, remembered!

There have been so many!

But it seems that there is nothing, and everything will be deprived at any time.

But why do you care so much?

wind, without clothing; time, no dwelling; They are the two poor people who own the whole world.

I was born again in the ashes.

At every moment, the ashes prove that it is the palace of the future.

Go ahead and don't stop, even if you don't know the way. It is not to stop but to move forward.

Break free from this cage!!

......

The solidified field shattered.

Whether it's a long silence or a truth.

The barren Hidden Sword Peak was also shattered.

And the fierce sword that seemed to pierce the heavens and the earth was also shattered.

The waning moon, which seemed to never set, also turned into a bubble in the water and shattered.

Broken peaks and broken swords fell from the sky.

Heart, also worn by a sword.

You can still stand, you can still stand, you can sprinkle the moonlight to your heart's content, and tonight welcomes the end of the old era!

The old figure stood on the top of the broken mountain, the wind ruffled his robe, and with a sense of relief on his face, he stared at the man in the sky who had been pierced through the heart but was still arrogant with a pair of eyes that could no longer see anything.

The shriveled lips buzzed, as if to say:

"I lost."

The falling mountain peaks smashed the ground, and the spiritual soil below the immortal mountain below, the spiritual veins and elixirs that had been gathered by the painstaking efforts of countless monks, were all smashed to pieces!

The people in the heavens just watched in silence, and the figure had been shattered in the rumbling earth-shaking destruction, and the flying dust rushed to the earth and stones......

He burst into tears, for this rare enemy, for his last pride.

The Sect Master's Order hung on the broken Seven-Star Sword of the Broken Moon, right on his chest.

Go ahead, take this token that bears my will, and create a new era that belongs to you!

I was at the top of an era, but nothing doesn't end, and now it's your turn to get to the top!

It must be an insurmountable peak...... But there will always be people who will come to challenge and will come to climb......

The last message of the invincible Tianjiao, who has been smiling for thousands of years, is so lonely and hoarse, but full of satisfaction:

"I see, climb the peak, because the mountain, right here, not because, what is it called......"