The Darker guards the fountain of evil and continues to cast spells.

And I, waiting.

Of course I know what's going to happen next.

This is the arrangement of the living demons, and he is determined to let me see the process of the destruction of beauty with my own eyes.

Through the eyes of the Dark, I noticed that time had been quickened and pushed forward: the puddles of water gushing out of the Evil Fountain were turning into a deep pool at an incredible speed - the demon was impatient, and he wanted me to see only the vital parts.

"Snap!" something fell from the sky and hit the Darker on the cheek.

It's a drop of rain.

Sure enough, it's coming!

The huge raindrops seemed to have life, refusing to linger on the cheeks of the dark one, and slid down smoothly.

The Darker was excited and frightened, and reached out to catch the falling raindrops.

Time seemed to stand still again, the raindrops slowly fell, and the words that the bright elf had said to me came back to my mind again:

"......It's just that this spring water will scatter when it encounters the wind, and the water droplets are like raindrops, and it seems to be universal, and it only goes towards the light elf, if it drops into the eyes of the light elf, even if it is only a small drop, it will absorb the color of the light elf's eyeballs, and then the color of the wings, and the spring water that absorbs the color of the eyeballs and wings will flow out of the eyes of the light elf, vaporize and transpire in the air, as if they recognize the road, and finally they will converge on the side of the spring, drop by drop, and the days will go by, and the depression next to the spring will merge into a deep lake, which they call it'Tears of the Night'......"

I know that the first drop of the Evil Spring, guided by a spell and that has taken the color of the eyes and wings of the Light Elves - not just the color, but the soul of the Light Elves - has returned!

The Darker caught the raindrop, held it in the palm of his hand, and cautiously looked closer.

What he sees is also what I see.

There was a sudden strange stinging pain in the eyes, and the gray and obscure world seemed to be torn open by that raindrop, bright and dazzling, and the bright stimulation seemed to suddenly show up several sharp blades, almost tearing out the eyeballs!

"Ahh

I know why he is like this, for a dark elf who was born in a world of black, white and gray, suddenly seeing bright and bright colors, it is not pleasing to the eye, it is simply worse than death!

Thankfully, I could see without his eyes.

Gradually, the raindrops increased, and later, it almost rained down.

Some of them were poured on the body of the dark one, and more of them fell directly into the pool.

The Darker never opened his eyes again, but his heart was pounding violently.

I calmly watched the rain fall, and knew that every drop of rain contained all the colors of a light elf's eyes, wings, and body, and that a drop of rain represented a light elf whose soul had been snatched away, and from then on, he could no longer reflect with this vivid and bright world, and from then on, he was like a walking corpse, living as if he were dead.

For a bright elf who was born in a brilliant world, suddenly losing all color, opening his eyes, the world has become a dead silence bleak, that is not loss, that is life is better than death.

Time is sped up again. All transitions are omitted, and the scene switches wildly before my eyes:

The fountain of evil is bubbling and endless, as if the evil in this world can never be emptied;

The Dark One became the most faithful guardian of the Fountain of Evil, and he hardly left a single step;

The puddle is no longer a puddle, it has become a deep pool;

The water droplets in the pool were summoned by the spell, rose into the air, gathered into dark clouds, scattered in all directions, turned into heavy rain, frantically grabbed, the raindrops turned around, and fell into the deep pool. And so on and so forth.

The sky flickered, and the scene changed again:

Several light elves fluttered their wings, half-flying and half-running, staggering towards the deep pool. Their wings were disheveled, their eyes glazed over, and they had not yet recovered from the blow of the sudden upheaval of the world.

And by the evil spring, on the bank of the deep pool, there were already dark elves standing with disdain, and their cloudy eyes were full of malice.

I could see clearly that among the elves of light who were rushing in, there were one or two familiar ones: the dark ones who had humiliated and buried alive the awakened fountains—the perpetrators who had been victims.

It seems that the Light Ones already know what is going on, and they have found it. They will stop the fountain of evil, and they will find what has been taken from this deep pool.

Strangely, the Darklings standing on the edge of the deep pool had no intention of stopping it.

I saw that the brightest one flapped his wings and jumped into the pool.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still again, and the light elf with outstretched wings seemed to be nailed into the air by an invisible nail, yes, he just spread his wings and hung above the deep pool, motionless.

Suddenly, a beam of light from the deep pool rushed straight up from the surface of the pool, and suddenly caught the feet of the Bright Man hanging in the air, a roll of green smoke suddenly rose, and the Bright One seemed to be ignited, and the flames went up from the soles of the Bright One's feet, instantly rolling the entire Bright One into a green fire.

Time sped up again, so fast that before he could see the situation clearly, the burning light man turned into a scorched shell and fell into the pool, leaving no trace.

(How can the water of the evil spring in this deep pool, which has the color of the light elves, be so strange?It seems that this "Tears of the Night" is not as simple as I imagined!)

The Darkens cheered unabashedly, their faces filled with horror and the joy of revenge.

The proud ones of light could not bear it, and they did not care about fear, and they all bullied themselves.

However, most of them have not yet entered the pool, but they are grabbed and burned by the bright light that comes out of the pool water, and finally turn into a scorched shell and fall into the pool.

Only two Bright Ones struck the west, and took advantage of their unpreparedness to hug the Dark Ones standing by Tan and drag them towards the pool. As a result, it's the same. This strange pool of water does not particularly favor the dark ones, and they are burned into shells together and fall into the pool.

If this pool of water is the "Tears of the Night", and it can't be close, how can we take it away?

And what is the light that comes out of the pool?

Demons, you will never give me the answers I want, you only give you what you want me to see.

Okay, I saw it, I saw the whole process. The birth of evil, how reasonable, how invincible the energy of evil, and how invincible, in the face of evil, everything, almost indiscriminate, can be burned to ashes in an instant! The face of every life is full of hatred, and the chest of every life is full of killing. As for the rest, the other things that can be called "beautiful": color, light, gentleness, perseverance, humility, compassion...... All buried in this deep pool called "Tears of the Night"!

I froze.

"Tears of the Night", after all the hardships, I finally came to you, you are such an existence!

You use the throne of the Blood Clan Saint King as a bargaining chip in exchange for Luoying, Huahai and Jicheng to fight for their lives, just for this kind of thing?!

It's been 2,000 years since you led the Blood Clan to dominate the world, don't you know what has become of this heaven and earth? This "Tears of the Night" is so evil and weird, what do you want it to do?

Suddenly, I found myself moving.

To be exact, it was the Dark One, the Dark One who had revived the evil fountain with the vicious intent of the earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods, moving in the direction of the deep pool.

And I, from the point of view of an object, do not exist, because I am only manipulated by the demons of all beings, and stay in the heart of the dark one in the form of a ghost.

But now, he's moving, taking me with him.

His heartbeat wasn't particularly intense. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

No one noticed him. The other Light and the Dark are fighting with their lives.

He dragged his dirty and gray wings, but his steps were extraordinarily light.

He came to Tan's side.

He looked back at his kind and outliers.

He crouched slightly.

He stored his strength in the soles of his feet.

He started jumping awkwardly!

Worst!

It dawned on me what he was going to do!

But I have nowhere to run.

He struggled to jump high.

With the greatest determination of his life, he carried himself into the air, hanging above the deep pool.

I was trapped in his stupid and determined body,

Seeing a bright light on the surface of the water, he swooped up kindly and quickly.