Yang Yu seemed to feel the delicacy of the breeze, he was standing in the territory of this small sect, there was no daylight, the sky was dark, but it seemed to be getting brighter and brighter here.

A figure walked by in his field of vision, and they left some traces more or less.

There are people who Yang Yu knows, and there are people who have been killed by Yang Yu.

And more, there are people he is very strange.

Time is constantly going backwards, and nothing has changed here, but people come and go.

Some people are gone, never to return.

Some people are still there, and the years have changed.

Some are forgotten, others are remembered.

Some people start to go crazy, and some people are more and more sober.

Only in the middle of the house, in the darkness no one ever appeared, but enjoyed the reverence of all.

Gradually, Yang Yu also found that more and more people appeared around him, but they were all separated from him by a veil, perhaps only by moving his fingers, this veil could be easily pierced.

Yang Yu's heart became more and more complicated, but he still didn't make any movements, just silently watched everything in front of him.

Time passes, things are not people.

He soon appeared in a remote village.

A woman in a long skirt with a hat on her head and a black veil on the hat stood quietly outside the village.

This figure made Yang Yu take a second look, just because he felt a trace of déjà vu in this woman's body, but it did not coincide with the figure in his memory.

The village was desolate and lifeless, and the wind was cold and seemed to freeze the cobwebs hanging under the thatch.

It seems that no one has set foot here for a long time, or perhaps the people who lived here have changed.

Yang Yu felt a sense of sadness in the woman's body, and she didn't know why she was sad.

She stood there quietly for a long time, until it was completely dark, and the surroundings became dark.

"There is an island on the Xiyue River, and I will not be able to leave it in the future, this should be the last time I will come to see you."

"If you remember me, come to me."

She seemed to be speaking into the air, and her tone could not hide her sadness and gloom.

Yang Yu confirmed her identity, and never thought that this passer-by would have such a past.

Everyone like her may have had to do so, but he didn't see it and didn't care, let alone see it, because too many people have disappeared in the long river of time.

Watching the woman's figure gradually walk away, Yang Yu suddenly wanted to know where she went.

Not now, but in the future, she has finally left the Xiyue River, but she has never been able to see her again.

……

Soon, the picture turned again.

A figure knelt quietly in the glorious hall, prostrate on the ground, and his body was shrouded in a layer of shadows.

Unseen voices were read out of the high hall, and the voice echoed through the hall.

"Winning or losing is just a choice, not a result, one person up, one person down, different paths to the same end."

"The Earth Demon Cliff is the place where the turbidity falls, death is not dead, but also life, and it depends on you from now on."

"From this moment on, don't look back."

“……”

"Yes."

The prostrate figure replied resolutely, got up and left the place, with determination.

……

"Complement the Boundary Crane, come and get the device."

In the solemn hall, a familiar voice sounded.

The girl hiding outside the high wall, her face pale, slowly retreated to her room, her body curled up, her head bowed, and quietly waited for her fate to come.

Yang Yu unconsciously clenched the bow in his hand, and the cold hand also held his hand very tightly.

……

Pictures continue to appear and disappear in front of Yang Yu's eyes, and everyone he has ever seen has become the protagonist of these pictures.

And he is just a silent bystander.

He still vividly remembers many people who have interacted with him, who have died at his hands, and who have helped him.

It turns out that everything is illusory, but it is not all illusory.

When he saw the past of countless people, it was difficult for Yang Yu to be indifferent.

From the true emotions in his heart, he thought about saving this world at the beginning, but as he grew up, he became more and more numb, because he never saw the slightest reason to save from this world.

But now he felt it one by one, but suddenly found that these people had made the same choice as him, but they all chose to do it without hesitation.

Is that what he needs?

It seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be.

The picture is finally frozen on a firelight, and a flickering bonfire appears in front of Yang Yu.

Around the campfire, a group of people sat on the ground, and many eyes were on him at this moment.

These eyes are familiar, but they are completely unfamiliar.

He had seen these eyes, but they were not what they once were.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the bonfire in front of you, which reflects the figures of everyone, and the shadows swaying with the firelight, far and near.

Everyone didn't make any moves, and they were not surprised at all by Yang Yu's arrival, they seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and they didn't know how long they had been waiting.

At this moment, the figure of the life crane appeared behind Yang Yu.

His gaze did not look at Yang Eucalyptus, nor at the crowd, but at the firelight in the center.

"It's a fire."

"I know."

Yang Yu nodded, he already knew the name of this fire, and he clearly remembered that when he saw this fire for the first time, the prompt box in front of him prompted like this:

"The first flame derived from the birth of the source of the land is a fusion of the past of the source land, because of the many traces contained in it, so that the source of fire is not extinguished, and the source of the source is endless."

What I couldn't figure out before, now I have figured it out.

What is the past, these people are the past.

All the past is prologue.

"This fire has another name."

Suddenly said again.

"It's also called the Light of Hope."

"Ray of Hope ......"

Yang Yu silently read this name, a very simple name.

Is all the past mixed with hope, and the light that comes together with hope?

"Actually, that's the light you should fuse."

The Crane told the truth.

Originally, everything should have come according to plan, and he would eventually die in the hands of Yang Eucalyptus, becoming Yang Eucalyptus's life, and it would also give Yang Eucalyptus a new light.

He will accept it all and find true hope with hope.

"I think these reasons should be enough."

After all, it was time to make a choice, and the reason Yang Yu wanted had already been given to him.

Now, Yang just needs to accept it.

From now on, he will become Yang Yu's life, and the fire will never be extinguished, this is his life.

Yang Yu didn't make an immediate choice, his gaze wandered over the figures around him, as well as the bow in his hand.

These people were all waiting for his answer, they had been waiting for a long, long time.

Countless choices are only for the final choice, whether it succeeds or fails, at least the light of hope will not be extinguished, and hope is still there.

No one urged Yang Eucalyptus, even the Crane waited silently, he believed that Yang Eucalyptus would eventually make a choice, a choice called Hope.

Gradually, Yang Yu leaned down, sat on the ground, and sat by the fire.

The fire in front of me was bright, but I didn't feel the slightest warmth.

"I see."

He nodded.

"However, I choose to refuse."

“……”

In an instant, the originally swaying fire suddenly froze at this moment, along with these gazes looking at Yang Eucalyptus.

The figure of the life crane appeared, took two steps, and sat on the ground with Yang Yu.

Yang Yu never thought that he had never been so close to the Crane except when he killed the Crane.

"Why?"

There was a hint of surprise on his face, but more of a calm, and he asked.

The truth that has been hidden for a long time has surfaced on this day, all in order to wait for this moment.

Like him, everyone who has dedicated everything has walked to the end of their lives that they have never reached, and they only need an answer, but why did Yang Yu still choose to refuse.

"Answer me a question."

Yang Yu said softly.

The crane nodded.

"Is that still what you want me to do?"

He looked at the crane seriously.

"That's fate."

The Crane replied, because he was the Destiny.

But Yang Yan shook his head.

"It's not my life."

"Have you ever thought that everything you are doing is right, but it is wrong?"

"I'm just standing in everyone's shoes and being the fire of hope for you to hold this torch."

"No, that's not what I said."

Yang Yu still shook his head.

"I mean, why not be the one who carries the torch?"

“……”

"Do you know why I want to save the world when I return to Earth?"

"Because they are hope, and they have light in them."

"Do you know why I want to break away from the original realm and become disappointed in this world?"

"Because only I have light in me."

"Of course, you made me see the cruelty of this world, and also made me feel hopeless, and I also saw their past, but if you had raised this flame of hope at the beginning, would it be different?"

Yang Eucalyptus's voice was not loud, and the stagnant firelight swayed again, but what was ushered in was a long sigh from the life crane.

"You've seen it, I've tried, and it's not going to work.

Resistance doesn't mean it can turn everything around, and neither do you, otherwise there would be no current realm.

What you see is already everything I can to show you, and that's the only way. ”

"Why don't you try again?"

Yang Yu smiled, which was the reason for his refusal.

Shackles are meant to be broken, not to run away from them, or to throw them to others to break.

Of course, he also knew that the life crane was not so easy to persuade.

When everything is pressed on the life crane and the wind is getting stronger and stronger, the only fire will be extinguished at any time.

People who have persevered for so many years can not be persuaded so easily.

But how could he be persuaded to accept all this? Accept the so-called fate?

He admitted that he was moved to see these past events, and his original intention from the beginning was still to save the situation, which has never changed.

However, he didn't need the light of others' guidance, he wanted the fire of savage growth.

The light in the bottle will not be extinguished, but the fire that spreads all over the mountains and fields, even if it ushers in a strong wind, will only become more and more vigorous.

"Life and fire are here, you have no other choice."

Destiny Crane is really not so easy to convince.

But Yang Yu smiled.

"I don't know if Shizun has ever heard such a sentence?"

The crane looked at him, and everyone looked at him.

"That's called - my fate is up to me!"

As the words fell, Yang Eucalyptus's hand slowly stretched out, swept over the fire that did not feel any temperature, and suddenly leaned into the fire.

"Hope, I accept it, but fate, I don't want it."

"I have my own life!"

He said word by word, not looking at anyone, just looking at the fire in front of him, his eyes full of determination.

The hand that probed into the fire was pulled out suddenly, and the fire that had been fixed here and never extinguished was gently picked up in Yang Eucalyptus's hand, detached from the burning firewood, and jumped in Yang Eucalyptus's hand.

The fire became bigger and bigger, and began to burn more and more violently in Yang Yu's hands, rising into the sky, emitting more and more brilliant light.

The figures that were originally sitting around the bonfire also stood up one after another at this moment and joined the fire.

Every figure intertwined with Yang Yu's gaze, without any hesitation, turning into a scorching flame.

The flames, which had not felt any temperature, suddenly began to scorch everything around them, and the gray sky and earth burned like a picture.

Minghe got up quietly and looked at the flame in Yang Yu's hand, the firelight reflected on his face, and his face was full of complexity.

This disciple, who has always been guided by him to grow rapidly, finally chose to accept hope and refuse to die.

"Have you ever thought that this might undo everything we've done?"

"What are you afraid of, with me with you, although you fail, it's a big deal to annihilate together, do you guarantee that you can succeed from the beginning?

Besides, there is hope. ”

Yang Yu looked at the blazing flame in his hand, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled.

Until those familiar or unfamiliar figures disappeared one by one in front of him, until the cold hand that had been holding his arm slowly let go with a trace of reluctance at this moment, a shadow appeared opposite Yang Yu.

Between them, through the firelight, they still couldn't see her appearance clearly.

Countless fragments flew out of the shadow's body, and all of them went into the fire, like moths to the fire, which also made the fire more fierce and hotter.

"Am I your hope too?"

On the other side of the fire, a soft inquiry came.

There is no such thing as the fierceness of the past, only tenderness remains.

"No ......"

"You are my light."

Yang Yu endured the sudden pantothenic nose, choked throat, and crystal in his eyes, revealing a slightly ugly smile.

"It's so ugly, little cub, but I tasted it just now, and your taste has become sweeter, I remember that it used to be very bitter ......"

"Goodbye, then, little."

In the firelight, it seemed to reveal a hazy smiling face, silently, merging with the firelight.

Soon, this last figure was gone.

"Goodbye...... Gong Niang. ”

The crystal tears couldn't hold back any longer, and slipped from the corners of Yang Yu's eyes.

Yang Eucalyptus looked at the fire in his hand with red eyes, the fire became more and more fierce, as if it had become the only light between heaven and earth, surpassing all the brilliance and covering all the darkness.

At the same time, the bow that he had been holding tightly in his hand finally faded to a snow-white color.

He still remembered the name of the bow, but he would always remember the name that accompanied him along the way.

He held it tighter. (End of chapter)