It was early spring, and there had only been a heavy rain between heaven and earth. The clarity of the rain and dew permeates the entire Brahma land, and the heavens and the earth are long, as if they are newly born.

But the world of the Futu Palace is as dim as a freeze frame.

There was a soft creak, and it was the sound of two women in black softly closing the door of the dark flower carving. Because of a heavy rain overnight, the ground of the Jiuqu dark stone in the Futu Palace was wet and had a little stagnant water, reflecting a little light under the light of a cold moon in the night sky.

The two black-clothed women held some changes of clothes in their hands, and walked briskly on the dark path, but they couldn't stop muttering, "Do you say that our palace master has taken a fancy to this demon girl, otherwise why would she stay here for so long?

The tall woman squinted at each other and frowned dissatisfiedly, "What are you afraid of, now the changes in the palace master's temperament are obvious to everyone, so that he will not be as moody as before." ”

The petite woman tugged at her sleeve, and was about to speak, but a trace of panic suddenly appeared on her face the moment she raised her eyes, and she suddenly pulled the woman next to her to kneel. The tall woman naturally saw the person coming in front of her, and she didn't dare to come out with her head down.

Step by step, when the steady and gentle footsteps in the silent night approached them more clearly, the first thing that swept in front of them was the dark gray hem of the clothes, and in a flash, a warm and clear voice sounded faintly: "What?

The two women nodded, but buried their heads lower. After a long time, there was no sound overhead, and the steady footsteps gradually faded away, and the two raised their heads, and at a glance, it was the slender and beautiful figure that gradually walked away in the faint moonlight, and the head of white hair that hung down quietly, clear and flying, strange and holy.

No one wants to believe that such a gentle and gentle man will be the supreme of the demon world and the lord of the first palace.

There was a slight knock on the door, and a slender figure stepped into the hall where the two black-clothed women had just walked out with the slight coolness of the night breeze. The person who came was dressed in a dark gray robe, he had a somewhat clear and handsome face, and the most amazing thing was that he had snow-white hair. He is the Silent Cloud.

He stepped into the inner sanctum, slowly sat down at a table, and looked at the woman lying quietly on the couch through the beaded curtain, but his delicate brows fell into deep contemplation.

He is a lonely cloud, a light cloud, a lonely cloud without a trace, and he is also the current palace master of the Futu Palace, so he has been like this for dozens of years.

All of this was like a dream, and since the fire that destroyed Brahma spread to the Five Realms, from the time he woke up and inexplicably became the palace master of the Futu Palace, he seemed to have been living in a dream.

And everything in this dream is so real. Although the people who once died are no more, the people who are still alive are living peacefully, no one remembers what happened to the people who used to be, no one remembers the famous Yize Immortal Jun at the beginning, so no one remembers the red-clothed woman who defeated him in the Stygian Ancient God Battle, Sang Wushi. But what's even more strange is that the envoy of the Futu Palace, who everyone in the Brahma Five Realms is afraid of, Chi Shu, no one remembers it anymore, but instead transfers the memory of him to himself.

He tried his best to explain, but they always knelt on the ground with fear on their faces and did not say a word, and the outside world would look at him with such strange eyes. He did not believe in evil, and at one point wandered the Five Realms, trying to find every trace that might have been left behind by those people. But after being full of hope again and again, he will only be infinitely disappointed, he is unwilling, and has traveled to every corner that he has stepped on with Sang all the time, thousands of mountains, and the Stygian Sea, but in the end he ended in disappointment.

Gradually, he felt numb. And it wasn't until after wandering for many years that the woman in white who had a relationship with herself and claimed to be hateless in the Futu Palace found him with a smile.

All of this made him feel strange and uneasy, as if the people and things of the past existed in the last century or another time and space. But time is proving that it seems that only he has a confused memory.

He is just the embodiment of the breeze and dust, just a person who appeared in the land of Brahma out of thin air, he has no past, and he can't forget the future, but now he has become the master of the so-called Futu Palace for no reason, and has become a substitute for Chi Shu.

He coldly looked at everyone's normal life, looking at the people in this lonely time and space as if they were in a different world, but his heart that was once anxious and shocked gradually fell silent, until it was indifferent and silent.

Sang Wushi once told him that the reason why he existed was because of a trace of kindness left by Qingfeng when he was dying. He didn't know what that good thought was, and Sang Wushi didn't tell him. But if it is said that everyone who exists in the world must have a reason for his existence, does that also mean that his current absurd dreamlike state is the meaning of his existence?

The years are lonely, but he lives too soberly. And the one who broke this strange calm was the woman who was lying in the couch now.

She was covered with scars, and she came to the Futu Palace with a strong breath, and came to him, he remembered that the last words of her passing out seemed to be begging Wusheng to save people, but he didn't move, just let others take them down for treatment. But at the moment when she was completely unconscious, he was suddenly attracted by a white glass lamp tightly held in her hand. Then, when he took a look, he was surprised to find that there were five souls from all walks of life in the Five Realms inside, and this was not what surprised him the most, what surprised him the most was that there was a familiar person in the soul gathering lamp.

He didn't remember his name, but he had seen him in the Stygian Sea, where he had traveled with Sang Wushi, the little prince of the human race. He didn't know him well, and he didn't know why his soul was imprisoned here after his death, but he knew that Sang Wushi had cared about him in the slightest.

Slowly closing his eyes, the hand under the dark gray sleeves of Silent Cloud closed slightly, and the white glass cup floating in front of him gradually disappeared.

The next day, a glass lamp floated quietly in front of the door of the most remote courtyard of the Futu Palace, the faint white light was quiet and cold, mixed with the cold moonlight, and the remote courtyard was even more silent. However, the Lord of the Silent Palace placed this place in the enchantment set by himself, and did not allow outsiders to disturb him too much. And it is said that it is the residence left by the palace master for a deceased deceased, and if she suddenly comes back one day and sees the old man, she will not be lonely.