The rain was heavy, and it was falling at North Point.

This is only less than forty miles away from the mountain forest where Tang Xiaotang is located.

From a distance, the white mist rose for more than a mile, and the sword qi flew like a dragon spitting mist.

Hundreds of simple tents were arranged in a phalanx on the field, and there was a pure yang disciple holding a silver dragon sword standing every twenty zhang on the edge of the periphery, surrounding the entire barracks area, and the silver-white sword qi was like a gentle silk, slowly rising upward, gathering in the sky, forming a silver-white air shield, like a huge bubble. The arrow-like rain hit the air shield and instantly turned into steam and scattered, and only a very small amount of rain could get away with it and seep into the air shield to form a drizzle, which was very magical.

Outside the camp, in the heavy rain, there were groups of people.

There were about two hundred, all dressed in robes, riding horses and carrying equipment and bags.

The first two are particularly conspicuous, with three big swords and two swords, it is the Naha sword Liu Xiancheng and the hidden sword Ye Guhan.

When they came out of the rainforest, they came straight to North Point with their men and horses. It has been nearly half an hour since he came here, and the Taoist who went to report has also entered the main tent for nearly half an hour, and he has not yet come out. Although they were treated rudely, the people who came to the camp never showed impatience. They all rode quietly, listening to the rushing rain lapping on themselves, silent and steady.

"Will she meet us?" Ye Guhan asked.

"Yes. Liu Xiancheng replied.

"Why are you so sure?"

"There's no reason why she's not seeing. ”

“......”

It's short, but it's true.

According to common sense, the woman who lived in the most chic tent really had no reason to refuse to meet these guests who came to the camp, after all, no matter how cold Chunyang was, she had to be admitted. The contemporary masters of the sword, the Tibetan sword, and the pure yang have all been employed in Penglai, and their disciples are all in the same lineage. If you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, how can Yu Youran's crazy woman have to give others a little thin noodles.

It's just that she can't give that face now.

Because, she's sleeping...

I've been sleeping for half a day.

In the center of the qi shield where the white mist rises, in the tent of the pure yang handsome.

Compared to the makeshift tents outside, this place is especially chic.

The snow-white bed is so light and soft that it seems to have no weight, and the white tea set is warm with clear water, but the outer wall of the tea set is covered with a thin layer of frost, and the temperature here is very cold, like the first snow is falling in winter.

Dao Sheng sat cross-legged on the futon, worried, his hands constantly rubbing back and forth, as if he had something to say but was afraid of disturbing others.

Mo Yan was always indifferent, sitting quietly on the edge of the snow-white bed, looking at the people on the bed.

The person on the bed can only be Yu Youran. She slept peacefully on the bed, her pale blood streaks faintly beneath her pale skin, and it was easy to mistake it for a cracked dead man's face if you didn't look closely. The cold aura emanating from her body was colder than ever. This is the source of the coldness here. But even with such a cold shiver, her body still secretes milk-like snow-white sweat...

She seemed to be in pain, like a person who doesn't wake up from a nightmare.

The tight teeth and the tight jawbone were trembling incessantly.

Dao Sheng has been serving Yu Youran for almost three years, and although Yu Youran has been suffering from large and small lesions on weekdays, she has never shown such a painful look. Dao Sheng had thought about stepping forward to wake Yu Youran up, but in the end he was stopped by Mo Yan's hand. Mo Yan said that Yu Youran is having a creation and cannot be disturbed.

"Whew..."

The water in the tea set was hot and cold, and Dao Sheng warmed the herbal tea again in order to let Yu Youran wake up as soon as he woke up with a clear heart. It's a pity that his efforts were actually in vain, because Yu Youran couldn't wake up so quickly.

And all of this comes down to a dream.

Yu Youran is dreaming...

Maybe she's really tired.

Dreams are ethereal like smoke, and the flying flowers and fallen leaves are traceless.

The dream is a pale fog, no temperature, no sound, only pale color, more lacking color than the 10,000-year-old snow-covered Xianxing Mountain Range. Here, Yu Youran seems to be incarnated into all, without form or taste, just like a cloud in the sky, which can only rise and fall ethereally, and cannot feel the steadiness of stepping on the earth at all.

Fog, ups and downs, gathering and dispersing.

Spread out and gather together, for a long, long time...

Suddenly a ripple broke out between the vast clouds, like ripples of water dropping on the surface of a lake.

The ripples gradually dissipated into the void, and a figure suddenly appeared in the void.

The figure is fat, slightly short, and is a middle-aged Taoist who is unkempt. He brushed the dust in his left palm and held the flag in his right hand, and the five characters on the flag were crooked, like a god stick. But when he saw him walk out of the void, he stood in the misty fog, pointed to the sky and the earth, and then shouted: "Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

Then, everything started to change drastically.

The man then stood in the fog like a wooden carving, not moving.

The rattan cane in his hand quickly grew branches and leaves at a speed that could be seen after shouting again, and the branches and leaves sprouted and quickly spread out into cobwebs, and the wisps intertwined into the clouds. The world in the fog gradually became real, vine roots turned into earth, vine branches turned into trees, sprouts turned into grass, and thousands of trees built a lush forest. The rattan tendrils sink into the earth and become a river stream in the forest, and the vine knots rise up by the river stream and turn into hills and ravines. Mountains, forests, rivers and rivers gradually multiply organisms, and organisms gradually derive unique forms with the environment...

Since then, the world has had color and vitality.

What happened next was like opening a living annat.

In the beginning, all the creatures got along well, feeding on the stream, picking fruits from the trees, and entering the forest. But over time, creatures began to clash with each other, hunting, hunting, or hiding, and eventually all species were involved in this indiscriminate killing. Killing is always brutal, and natural selection survives the fittest. In order to survive, some creatures with innate superiority begin to develop sharp fangs and claws, or evolve hard shells. What's more, the spiritual wisdom is gradually opened

-- That's people.

Humans with wisdom began to know how to use nature's gifts to create a variety of primitive weapons, such as stone axes, wooden spikes, bone knives, and all kinds of strange things. Although the tools are crude, such weapons, combined with human intelligence, are enough to allow them to hunt down the most ferocious creatures with ease. So, it is no surprise that in this race game, humans have become the last kings. They slaughtered almost every species that posed a threat to them, flogging and taming some of the more docile animals and raising them into captive animals, and stripping the fur and claws of some ferocious animals to make cold-proof clothing and utensils.

All things in heaven and earth have been successively incorporated into the kingdom ruled by human beings.

They began to officially take control of the world.

Gradually, with the passage of time, I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, human beings no longer need to continue to kill for survival, but the continuous overflow of wisdom has led them to derive a higher emotion - greed. Since the acquisition of this emotion, human possessiveness has been infinitely expanded. They no longer kill to survive, but turn their enemies into themselves in order to seize more resources. All ethnic groups have been in constant conflict as a result of this sentiment, and the internal rations of their mates and the hatred of their territories have forced them to take up arms and kill their former allies like wild beasts.

Wolves and wars and strife have once again been poured into the whole world.

The wisdom that has overflowed with humanity has been rekindled and exuberant.

For revenge and aggression, they learned the art of alchemy from the flint, and updated and iterated their weapons to create more lethal bows, axes, knives, guns, armor, and poisons. These sharp weapons have made the efficiency of human cannibalism completely surpass that of the barbaric period. But the war within humanity is inherently contradictory, and he is like a madman who is constantly surpassing himself and hurting himself. Every time the enemy is destroyed, every time there are years of calm, they themselves will be divided again into new enemies due to various contradictions. These enemies are inexhaustible, and every time they multiply to the tipping point of resources, the huge population will become a catalyst for contradictions, and promote fierce division.

Gradually, the wise men of mankind began to realize this.

No matter how strong the primitive weapons and equipment are, they cannot completely slaughter the enemy who will never be exhausted, and if the enemy dies, he will die. Therefore, they have tacitly chosen to quell this senseless killing one after another. But the human beings who have gradually come to their senses have not really given up plundering and killing resources because of this. Small-scale wars are still taking place, from individuals to ethnic groups, and this is forcing the human intelligence to evolve. Stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger, and finally so strong that even they are afraid.

With the change of the times, the consumption of human society has intensified, and resources have gradually become scarce.

In addition to internal struggles, human beings eventually turned their knives at nature in a frenzy.

Step by step, the killing has evolved into destruction.

Wisdom can make people progress, and if you progress too fast, you can easily lead people to the extreme of self-confidence - pride.

Over the course of thousands of years, they have dug thousands of feet into the ground, climbed mountains and seas, and plundered countless resources from the hands of nature almost in a frenzied manner, and after the cultivation of time and wisdom, they have used these resources to update and iterate again, creating countless weapons that can destroy the world and infinitely powerful armor. During this time period, human wisdom is once again infinitely full, even to a certain incredible degree. And their ambition is then inflated by self-confidence that it can no longer be suppressed, and aggression naturally becomes the ultimate way for them to release their greed. With this as a monument, the killing has officially evolved from the killing of ethnic groups in the past to the war of the whole world. In this war, the weapon of destruction will give full play to its power. The originally vibrant world quickly became shattered and on the verge of collapse under the trampling of these weapons, and the human body gradually became weakened by self-mutilation, and the population was drastically reduced.

They finally tasted the bitter fruits of what they had planted.

However, they became even crazier because of it...

The terrifying power of war makes everyone feel terrified.

In order to preserve and grow his life in this catastrophe that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

At this last moment, the wise men of mankind began to concentrate their resources and wisdom on the continuation of life as best they could. However, with little of what nature can do, they are forced to reach out their greedy tentacles to the taboo of the white mist at the beginning of the birth of the world. There is no doubt that the world is the beginning of life, and the wise men of mankind, who already possess extraordinary wisdom, have finally found the life code they want at the source of the world.

They extracted a turquoise liquid substance from the Source of the World.

When this substance is injected into the body of a living being, it will produce some incredible mysterious power, and if this power is absorbed by the flesh and blood of the living organism, it will derive new flesh and blood to form a metabolism, and the life span of any living thing can be theoretically infinitely extended on this basis, which is what has always been dreamed of in human history - eternal life!

Greed finally intensified at this time.

In order to live forever, in order to be immortal, human beings have even begun to gradually forget the wars and hatreds of the past. Those at the top of society are desperate to unite and use resources and force to find, exploit and compete for the source of the world in the most extreme ways.

And the devastating catastrophe finally spread to the brink of human existence at this time.

The beginning of all things originates from silence, and only with silence can there be life.

There is no such thing as eternity in the true sense of the word.

If there is, it will only be a relative illusion...