"In June, the spiritual calendar is cold, sunny. ↖ ↖↖ We ↖firmly believe that God the Father has not abandoned us, even if the incense in the Temple of the Father is dimmed day by day, but He will always live in our hearts! We have come to this isolated place to start all over again, and we hope to continue to be blessed by the Father and multiply, and one day we will regain what we have lost!"

"In August, the Lingli calendar is cold, sunny. The desolation here is beyond our imagination, the extremely cold climate seems to never stop, the snowstorm is approaching, most of the young people who went out to explore are injured, although the cold freezes the wounds, but in this place where there is little medical treatment, injuries are almost equal to death, I hope they can hold on longer, God forbid, I hope that damn blizzard will not come to our village, this newly established diǎn can't withstand too much toss, the elders have not returned, and now all the major affairs in the clan are taken care of by the grandmother, and her old man is tired。 ”

"In January, it was warm and rainy. The first rain! This is the first rain we have here! The original cold has faded a little, and there is still spring in this place! Everything is revived, and the flowing water is tinkling, and it all seems to be about to turn into a fairyland! I am so happy! Our village has lived up to expectations, and it is now a good time to farm! Grandma has ordered the whole village to act together, and although the elders have not yet returned, I think our lives here have been greatly improved, and we should not need the elders to maintain them. Thank you, Father, I decided to go and get a stick of incense. ”

"In May, autumn, and sunny months. Before you know it, it's been almost a year here, and we've made a plan to farm in the right world, and it's going well, and we should have enough food to stock up on for the winter. The winters here are very long, and we have already learned them when we first arrived! Thank God for the Father's guidance that we have done the right thing at the right time! The population of the village has made great progress, and the new ones were born at a bad time! But I am still happy! We can only develop further if the people are prosperous, Grandma has retired, and now there is a change of village head, the elder still has not returned, we are a little worried, but it is not the message that comes to us that makes us breathe a sigh of relief, anyway, this will be the last warm day!"

"The seventh month of the spiritual calendar. Winter, a blizzard! A disaster! We were devastated! A blizzard raged throughout the village, and two-thirds of the houses were blown into the sky by the blizzard! We suffered unprecedented losses! Many clan elders had to exert their strength to rescue those who were swept away, and we should not use our strength! That was an act of curse! Will the Father forgive us? Will he?"

"Spiritual calendar, winter, heavy snow. I don't remember how many months it was!The power of the curse!I knew, I always knew!The curse buried deep in my blood! That power should not be unsealed, it belonged to the Father! Unbridled use made me feel as if I had seen the end coming!My memory loss was getting worse and worse, was there something sick with me?Has God forsaken me? No, no, I don't want to touch him, I think I can still hear his teachings. The people have begun to use their power without restraint, and we have entered an era of rapid development, shall I leave alone? The newborn children see me as a monster, no one wants to come near me, and I don't need them anyway! These people have turned their backs on the teachings of the Father!I don't need them!Father, I beg you to answer me once, at least let me know that I am not alone......"

"Spiritual Calendar,......

"Spiritual Calendar,......

Pages filled with blank spaces, and perhaps by the end, the author of the book had forgotten what he was doing. Maybe she just mechanically turned the pages and tried to leave something diǎn, but in a blink of an eye, she forgot that Mo Zhong and Linglong had no way of knowing, the sound of turning the pages echoed in this stone room, but none of the three of them spoke, the pages became thinner and thinner, and spots of diǎndiǎn red began to appear on it, Linglong sniffed it closely, and said solemnly: "It's blood!" There were more and more blood stains, sometimes even bloody handprints all over the blank paper, and when there were only a few pages left in the book, the long-lost self reappeared on the page.

"Lingli, I don't know what I'm doing, but I follow the will of my body. I seemed to remember something, I was doing something, and every time I came back covered in blood, the head office forgot where the blood came from. Maybe it's the WingClan, maybe it's the Clan, they're becoming less and less like the WindClan, and their former faces are now almost completely invisible. I still vaguely remember the instructions of the elders. "Steady development, wait for us to come back!' But they didn't come back! The information that has been sent back all these years is all fake! It's all a conspiracy of the Wing Clan! Damn, I should have found out earlier. What's next, what's next? I forgot, but my body hasn't, and it's going to do everything well......"

"Lingli, this is the last diary, I used to keep it every day? I forgot, the Wing Clan finally broke through the fortress, and those miscellaneous people killed everyone they saw, but it doesn't matter, the dead are all those who are not strong-willed! No one is pure! God is above, please take my soul! This diary will be laid to rest here, and the Wind Clan will never die! I have left a seed, I have left a seed! God ...... the Father"

The diary ended, and the three of them let out a sigh of relief. This is not just a diary in his hand, but also the last trace of a race, if it weren't for this diary, it is estimated that no one would be able to remember the Wind Clan. "Wing Clan, I remember, there seems to be this race on the Yuntui Continent. Mo Zhong touched his chin, he seemed to have seen it before. "Yes, and it's very powerful! I wonder if that Wing Clan will be the Wing Clan in the diary. "Let's go. "Go, where are we going?" this book leaves no clue for us to escape!" "No, it's already left!!That kind of child! That kind of child is gone!" Gazing at the shattered railing, Linglong's eyes were complicated. The small world on his chest is slightly exuding warmth, that father, will it be the Green Emperor?