In the deepest part of "here", there is a "knot" that is most deeply entangled.

Zheng Xiu couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Zheng Xiu has read and heard several versions of the incomplete ancient book "The One Who Chasers Say".

It records the legend of the first Inhuman named "Candle".

What is Legendary?

The so-called legend is ethereal, difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and the era is long, which can be called a legend.

A thousand years ago, Candle chased the "scorching sun", traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed the desert, and climbed that mountain.

He was on that mountain and chased the "scorching sun".

Two hundred years ago, Xie Luohe, a natural alien, chased the footprints of "Candle", crossed the Green River, and Gongsun Mo arrived in the desert, and also arrived there and found the traces of Candle.

Then, Zheng Xiu followed the footsteps of Xie Luohe and Gongsun Mo, and arrived at the Cicada Valley again to seek the truth.

Now.

Zheng Xiu entered the [Ancient Battlefield], because of his willfulness and Fengbei's recklessness, after Zheng Xiu let Zheng Haoran survive, a huge distortion created a new world line "Red Point".

In the red point world, behind the "mirror" under the palace, leading to a bizarre space, Zheng Xiu walked a long "road" like the "sunchaser" of the year, climbed the "mountain" at the end, came to a high place, and arrived at the deepest "knot".

And then.

In that "knot", he saw the "day-to-day boy" with innocent eyes.

"Ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous!"

After a moment of stunnedness, anger and helplessness ensued for no reason. Zheng Xiu let out a low roar from his mouth and smashed his fist on the "mirror".

The black ripples of the fist rippled on the mirror with Zheng Xiu's fist, and behind the mirror, the unkempt young man who couldn't see his face clearly, between his messy long hair, there was incomparable longing in his innocent eyes.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

This knot is not an "artifact" of the past!

Although there was no evidence, Zheng Xiu looked at those innocent eyes like newborn babies, and his back felt inexplicably chilling.

A thousand years ago, he was still a young man's "candle", and he saw "Zheng Xiu" through the "scorching sun"!

Zheng Xiu saw the candle, and the candle also saw Zheng Xiu!

The day-by-day boy was longing, excited, and saying something in his mouth. Zheng Xiu struggled to make out what he was saying from the shape of his mouth, and soon Zheng Xiu found himself failing. The young man did not speak a certain kind of words, he might not even be able to speak, like a newborn beast, and only knew the purest and most primitive cries.

Zheng Xiu, separated by a thousand years of time, separated by a seemingly thin barrier, while in full swing, gradually cold, looking at each other.

After a while.

The longing and excitement on the young man's face suddenly extinguished, and he suddenly began to cry, pacing back and forth in front of the "scorching sun", sometimes squatting on the ground like a monkey, sometimes scratching his ears and cheeks.

Crying and crying, the young man laughed.

He grinned.

The smile is as innocent as the warm sun in winter.

The unkempt teenager approached the "mirror" little by little, little by little.

Zheng Xiu watched this scene quietly.

He couldn't help but make up a picture in his mind: the primitive man hundreds of millions of years ago, when facing the first flame between heaven and earth, when he approached because of the desire for warmth, that look of expectation and fear.

The next moment, the young man's eyes, the whites of the eyes, were dyed black.

And the original black pupils are gone.

Freeze the scene in "Scorching Sun".

Zheng Xiu witnessed the birth of "Candle" with his own eyes.

"What he saw in the 'scorching sun' was actually me?"

"Is he tainted by 'me'?"

"Legend has it that the candle was melted because it was too close to the scorching sun."

"Ridiculous!"

"Space-time paradox?"

"There is no candle in this world, so this has become the anchor 'red point', the biggest 'knot'?"

"How could such a ridiculous thing happen!"

"It's ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous......"

"It's ridiculous."

"Too ......"

Poof.

Zheng Xiu sat on the ground with blank eyes.

"Anne said that there was a 'knot' here, and she kicked me in, as if to let me see it with my own eyes, to see the existence of these 'knots'."

"But Anne was wrong."

"She was wrong."

"There's not just one knot here, many, many, many."

"The biggest knot...... No solution. ”

"I can't create someone out of thin air who never existed."

"Even if I were to play Candle, I wouldn't be able to travel back a thousand years."

"No solution! No solution! No solution! ”

"This thing itself is wrong!"

"It's wrong!"

"There can be no 'answer'!"

Zheng Xiu was sad in his heart, laughed and jumped off the "high mountain".

Boom!

Zheng Xiu smashed on the ripples.

There was no pain.

He lay in the vastness of space.

Not only is the passage of time deprived here, the sun, moon and stars, but even his "death" has become a luxury here.

He looked at the strange scene of black streamers washing like a waterfall, and he kept lying and lying down, I don't know how long it took.

There was silence all around.

Zheng Xiu didn't know how long he had been lying down.

It's like a day, a night, a summer, an autumn, a year.

Yes... It doesn't matter anymore.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.

He reminisced about the bits and pieces since he was born.

Zheng Xiu suddenly felt that his existence was ridiculous, and now he couldn't even tell "which one" was his "real past".

Is it "dawn", or "eternal night", or "red point"?

Which world line is the life he has really experienced?

When every period of life is at his fingertips, Zheng Xiu feels that even this only remaining "truth" makes him confused, unable to distinguish what is true and what is false, what is the present, what is the past, and what is the future.

"Ah...... It's a god. ”

This bizarre experience made Zheng Xiu feel powerless. He was lying under the void at the moment, and let out the most helpless emotion.

In the face of the void power that is enough to play with time and the world, all he can do is observe and live in the present, and that sense of powerlessness destroys Zheng Xiu's consistent self-esteem and pride like a flood in an instant.

Nothing to be proud of.

Wealth, fame, beauty, and thaumaturgy are all so worthless in the face of the great force that is enough to change heaven and earth, and mortals in the world are as humble as ants, and they don't even know that their lives have changed dramatically.

Zheng Xiu sat up and took a deep breath. With such a comparison, Zheng Xiu turned his mind and felt that he was lucky compared to others. He can at least "observe" what changes have happened around him, and can "observe" gains and losses, right and wrong, honor and disgrace, joy and sorrow, even if he dies like this, it is not in vain.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly, and his long breath made an exceptionally clear sound in this lonely space.

"Fengbei ......"

Zheng Xiu's mouth let out a dream-like murmur.

Then.

His tail finger is like an annual ring-like "reason", flickering slightly.

I don't know if it was "reason" that affected Zheng Xiu or Zheng Xiu's subconscious actions.

His tail finger hooked slightly.

……

The blood-colored sky was covered with brown ashes.

Crumbling tall buildings, decaying Ferris wheels, bridges crawling with hideous vines, highways sinking deep underground.

A woman in a pitch-black feather coat, covered in a layer of black mist, sat alone on a rusty, crooked iron tower. She looked at the devastated "world" in front of her, the strange scene, and the woman gently took off the crow-like mask on her face.

Under the mask, a fair face was revealed, and there was no joy or sorrow on the delicate facial features.

Deep in the pupil of her right eye, a twisted wheel of light swirled, radiating an ominous glow.

The brown mist that fell was like a goose feather snow, and it became deeper and deeper.

The woman stared into the distance and rose from the rusty tower.

In the sky, a hideous "face" suddenly appeared.

The falling dust suddenly froze.

The woman silently put back the crow mask.

The Raven Mask is pitch black, covering the face, leaving only a hole in the right eye.

The moment she puts on the mask, the woman seems to be a different person.

The pitch-black feather cloak turned into her wings, flying behind her, and she floated into the air.

"Yo? The nasty guy is catching up again. ”

Kiss~

Suspended in the void next to the woman's shoulder, a distorted blood-red light and shadow flickered, and an elegantly shaped bat landed gently on her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter." The woman's voice was cold: "I will kill it." ”

"Tsk, you, cold, how can anyone love and love?" The bat on the woman's shoulder shook its head babblingly, its crystal clear wings curled into the shape of claws and scratched its ears in a gesture of under-beating.

The woman was silent.

In the air, monsters with hideous shapes rushed down the clouds.

Even, they can't even be called "monsters". It is as if someone has cut up the fragments of human, animal, and even plant corpses and put them back together to form a new "toy", which exudes an ugly and foul smell.

The bat covered his nose in disgust: "Be sharp." ”

The woman was still silent.

The bat tilted its head: "Shouldn't you...... Comments? It doesn't matter, if you have an opinion, speak out boldly, great existence is by no means comparable to mere human beings, there is a saying, the master can support the boat in the belly, and we will never blame a small human being. ”

As he spoke, the bat's wings shook skillfully, and like a showdown, a crystal clear red stool spun arrogantly on the tips of its wings.

Countless "monsters" swooped down.

The woman glanced at the "stool". The "throne", the size of a fingernail, condenses everything that countless beings desire. She knew that it was something called "authority," and that as long as she had authority, she would ...... Make it happen.

The woman looked away with difficulty, shook her head, and replied succinctly, "None." ”

"Tsk, nasty character, so, just human beings are trouble." The little bat flipped its wings, put away its "authority", and continued to pluck its ears. It pulled out a dark red piece of "earwax" from its ear and popped it out of its hand.

"Po~"

The ugly face in the sky that was transformed by the gray mist faced the "earwax" and disappeared in an instant.

The woman tilted her head in confusion.

The bat had two wings and laughed: "This is not a shot, it's just a casual garbage." ”

The woman was silent for a moment and said, "Dirty." ”

The bat was anxious: "You should be respectful." ”

The woman was silent.

"Be grateful, human."

The woman nodded: "Thank you." ”

"Phew! You should be grateful for the great being in front of you! Don't forget who saved you from the fate of 'obliteration'! Just human beings, do you understand the gold content of erasure? ”

The woman nodded.

The bat covered his forehead in despair: "Ah...... Such boring human beings, but also only human beings, because of boring 'attachment', give birth to the 'desire' to climb to the top. Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Without...... Hurry, hurry, it stinks too much in here. ”

The woman takes off her black gloves.

At this time, her tail finger involuntarily hooked slightly.

The woman was shocked, and a trace of incredible brilliance appeared in her cold right eye.

Countless hideous, ugly monsters surrounded her.

"Hmm."

Under the mask, the woman smiled sweetly and slapped it with one palm.

Huge black palms imprinted in the sky.

In the next second, the heavens and the earth were clear, and there were no other creatures except her and the bat.

"I will keep the 'promise', be a 'signpost', and find what you seek."

The woman's mood inexplicably improved.

……

"Yes, missing, I was told that missing is an unimaginable 'power'."

……

The woman remembered the words.

Now she finally believes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Sensing that the woman's mood had inexplicably improved, the bat wondered.

"You...... Isn't it omnipotent? ”

“…… Lazy, moreover, boring. ”

"Huh."

……

"Hmm."

Zheng Xiuru, who was lying on the ground, sat up in shock from his dying illness and bounced up suddenly.

He looked at the tail finger in shock, a bundle of "Li" condensed to the extreme, but almost invisible to the naked eye, stretched out, all the way to the top of the mountain.

"!"

Zheng Xiu climbed back up the hill again.

He regretted jumping off.

On the spur of the moment.

It took a lot of effort to climb the deepest mountain again, and in the "scorching sun" of twisting, there was no longer a young man in sight, only a deep void and darkness.

It's like a cloud of fog.

"Li" sticks into the mirror.

Zheng Xiu was like a little male dog in the water, pulling the mirror with his eyes and looking into the distance.

A flickering candle faintly floated inside.

In a deep, deep place.

It looks like a ...... Lamp.

A lamp that shows Zheng Xiu the way.

……

"It's time to cheer up."

Zheng Xiu went back and forth on this road, which was full of "knots", and ran a few times.

His mood was calm, his expression had long since lost the shock and confusion when he first came in, no one saw it, and in the eyes of the Red King, the fire was like a torch, and he was as firm as iron.

"The orange cat may be wrong."

"What is a 'knot'?"

"A knot cannot be made out of nothing, and a knot that can be twisted must have a way to loosen it."

"Otherwise, it's another paradox."

"Even if you tie a 'dead knot', you can click and cut it with a quick knife."

"When people live, there is a way, there must be a way."

"Unless, I die."

"Mistakes, need to be 'fixed'."

Zheng Xiu muttered to himself, and when he said the word "correction", his chest throbbed inexplicably.

He came to a huge "knot" and reached in.

……

"Don't!"

Call!

It was pitch black all around, except for a glimmer in the east, a faint flame lit in the corner of the room, swaying slightly in the room, casting the shadow of a candlestick on the paper window.

Zheng Xiu woke up from his bed.

He was covered with a festive quilt.

The person next to the pillow breathes steadily, curled up beside him, and the bamboo shoots are white and fragrant.

Zheng Xiu looked down at the sleeping Yue Linglong's side face and fell into deep thought.

……

Late at night, Zheng Xiu took up the pen at the desk and left a line.

[In the second year of Tianjing, on March 10, newlywed. 】

[I'm back.] 】

……

With just one sentence, Zheng Xiu tore up the paper and lit it on the candlestick, and he calmly looked at the page of the "diary", which burned into ashes little by little.