What will come first in this world?

Is it light? or darkness?

Or is it just muddy chaos?

No one can tell.

It's as if no one can tell what is a god and a fairy, and what is a demon and a demon.

That's just a legend after all.

Legend has it that the devil, at the moment of its appearance, is a world.

A world of demons.

Demons only have instinct, **, killing, ** for all destruction and thirst for blood.

In this demon world, demons and demons kill, devour, and fight each other...... There is no end.

The world of demons has been destroyed countless times in the midst of conquest and slaughter - countless times in the endless river of time, and so on and so forth, endlessly.

But one day, a demon suddenly got tired of this boundless killing, tired of this endless destruction.

It was truly a great moment, a moment for the endless world to cry and cheer for.

Because, at this moment, the devil is tired of it.

It came to life.

It feels like it's self.

The moment it realized itself, it jumped out of the demonic world.

It's free.

Liberate from killing, grasp from **, and live forever in blood and death.

Killing is its authority, ** is its crown, death is its throne, and everything is controlled by it from now on.

It is like a god, a saint, a Buddha, regards all beings as equal, and gives all beings hundreds of millions of calamities. Even the gods, celestials, Buddhas, and immortals who are not perfect cannot escape.

At this point, the Demon Way was born.

Once upon a time, there were demons, and the demonic desires were endless, and if the demons did not come out, the Tao would not appear, and if the demons came out, the avenue would be revealed.

It's for the devil's way.

From the very beginning, the Demon Path was one of the supreme avenues, representing supreme free will and great power and wisdom to break free from all constraints. However, it also represents a catastrophe and a catastrophe.

The immortal is on this shore, the Buddha is on the other side, the god is in the sky, and the saint is in the sun.

The Devil Is ......

Heart.

Great freedom in the Heavenly Devil. It's a big deal.

Shigeyama's head roared.

Countless fragments of dreams began to combine and merge.

Ignorant and ignorant.

Look at the man standing at the window.

"It's a big deal. Chongshan covered his forehead, held back the bout of dizziness, and whispered softly.

The man let out a chuckle.

The laughter was ethereal and cold, like the sound of ice and snow breaking heard while standing in the River of Permafrost.

What is Dafeitian?

What is the River of Permafrost?

Shigeyama's head became more and more dizzy, and the sight in front of him became trance-like, and he even had the illusion that he was drifting now, as if he was going to fall asleep in the next second.

As if intentionally or unintentionally, the man reached out and snapped his fingers.

A silent snap of the fingers.

The invisible fluctuations passed, and the vertigo of Chongshan disappeared, and his vision returned to normal.

However, at the moment when the heavy mountain returned to normal.

Shigeyama seems to have seen a painting.

A very freehand painting, a colorful painting.

There is a river in the painting, the river is divided into two banks, there are clouds in the sky, and the sun is in the middle of the sky.

At the moment when Chongshan was sober, the painting, which did not look so clear, was silently shattered.

Obviously it was just a painting, but Chongshan was shocked to see it, but he didn't care too much about it after all, after all, this moment was too short. If it weren't for Chongshan's amazingly good memory, he would have thought that it was just an illusion.

A false delusion.

Shigeyama looked up and looked squarely at the man in front of him.

This is a man who will never be forgotten.

About thirty or so. It's okay to say it's twenty-seven or eight, and it's okay to say it's thirty-five or six.

He is very tall, even if he is directly pulled to be a model, it is more than enough.

His eyes seem to be soft, but if you just look at them, at first glance, you will even feel a little charming and seductive.

His nose is very high, and his overall soft appearance is obvious, but he pulls out a bit of profundity.

He has long shawl hair, the hair quality is very good, just casually draped, but it seems to be carefully groomed, giving people a sense of contradiction that seems to be dissolute and ascetic.

He was dressed in black. Black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and even a black civilization stick on his hand.

The outfit seemed to fit well, showing some of the muscular curves he should have.

He seems to be meticulous on the whole, and his clothes, pants and shoes also show low-key luxury, revealing an indescribable ascetic atmosphere.

But his slightly seductive eyes, slightly casual long hair, the corners of his mouth and chin, the short cyan beard, and the slightly open chest of his shirt, and the collarbones that can be seen faintly make people feel that they are being teased and seduced all the time.

Abstinence and debauchery, these two extreme temperaments, penetrate each other, and they are perfectly embodied in this man.

And this temperament is obviously innate.

But.

On top of this somewhat contradictory temperament, all that remains is emptiness.

That's not cold, that's not ruthless, that's just an attitude.

An attitude of looking down on all beings from above.

An attitude of true equality of all beings.

Chongshan swallowed, cold sweat soaking his back.

He even shivered a little involuntarily.

Although the temperature at the moment is not cold at all, it is even hot.

Shigeyama was sure that he had never seen this man.

Such a man, whether male or female, as long as he has seen it, he is afraid that he will be impressed.

However, inexplicably, Chongshan felt that he should know this man.

In that endlessly shattered dream, this man was clearly a taboo.

A taboo that everyone knows, but no one says.

Shigeyama shook his head, bit his nails lightly, and smiled wryly, "That's just a dream." He almost murmured.

The man smiled, still without any warmth in his eyes, "That's not just a dream, my grave keeper. ”

Grave keeper.

Chongshan's ears roared.

In the shattered dream, the only memory that was intact flowed into Chongshan's mind like a clear stream.

That's the endless past.

It's been so long that this world has not yet been born.

A young man, by mistake, became a generation of grave keepers.

Although it is debatable whether or not it is human, by and large, the young man has the characteristics of most "human".

But in the end, there is something different.

Like the tail.

For example, scale armor.

For example, wings.

And the tomb guarded by the young man is not a tomb in the conventional sense.

It's a tomb mountain.

A mountain that is thousands of feet high.

And the ridge of that high mountain is called the River of Permafrost.

The water there is always melting, and at the moment of melting, it freezes again.

On the permafrost river, the sound of ice and snow cracking is always ringing.

A man, a knife, I don't know how long I guarded the tomb.

It seems to be eternal.

And the name of the tomb is reincarnation.

Shigeyama opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

A winged birdman, holding a knife, guards a mausoleum that is thousands of feet high, and that mausoleum is called reincarnation???

Are you kidding?

If that tomb is called reincarnation, then what is I now?

But the memory is so profound, so profound that it is immersive in the mountains.

That kind of vicissitudes, that kind of loneliness, that kind of eternity......

Shigeyama shuddered.

He is not him after all.

The moment he felt it all, he was scared.

He was afraid of the near-eternal loneliness, and fled the moment he made contact.

He didn't know.

Just when he rejected eternal solitude.

The man in front of him smiled.

For the first time, there was some emotion in his cold eyes.

But it's creepy cruelty.