Where there is hustle and bustle, there is bound to be loneliness.

When many masters in the alliance attracted the attention of the world with one substitute after another, no one noticed that a person who was also qualified to stand at the pinnacle of the dark world but always stayed out of everyone's sight had opened his own

A person's journey.

From the location of Zurich, go straight north, enter Germany, pass through the waves, and enter an enclave of the Snow Country. After entering Larvia and officially reaching the territory of the Snow Country, continue north.

Mountains, rivers, oceans, plains.

The sword energy was constantly surging in his body, and his bare feet measured every inch of the land under his feet, all the way north from the center of the European continent.

Prosperous, bustling, cold, desolate, and vast.

With the stars setting, day and night alternating, wind, frost, rain and snow, the extremely long journey finally led to the sight of a glacier.

This is Lin Shiyi’s first time coming to the northern polar regions.

But as he continued to go deeper into the polar regions, everything here felt more and more familiar to him.

He knows the story here and can even clearly integrate into it.

This is a frozen territory but full of legends.

It was here, just a few years ago, that the young Dong Huang initially determined his martial arts and swordsmanship.

A little further away, to another time and space, in that timeline where it is not known whether it is the past or the future, he, known as the Sword God, once followed in his father's footsteps and inherited his father's swordsmanship and edge.

That time he also set out from Wangyou Villa, walked the exact same road, and arrived at the exact same place.

At that time, his name was Li Dongcheng.

No, Li Dongcheng is Li Dongcheng.

I am Lin Shiyi.

No...Li Dongcheng is Lin Shiyi.

No...

Are you Li Dongcheng or Lin Shiyi?

Is it important?

Is identity important?

Anyone...

No, it's not important at all.

Destruction...Survival...Light...Darkness...

Deep into the polar regions.

In the long polar night, the icy wind at dozens of degrees below zero was as sharp as a sword.

The figure in an extremely dazed state of mind carried a sword energy sharper than the polar ice wind, walking on the ice in a daze, like a zombie.

He has seen polar Eskimos, chased polar rabbits, and touched polar seals. In the polar regions without rain, there are overwhelming sparkling ice particles. He has ignited fires in absolutely cold temperatures and eaten polar food.

polar bear.

Revisiting the old place.

Everything is so familiar.

Memories continue to surge, the past scenes seem to have disappeared, and strange memories are pouring in little by little, and the boundaries of the soul seem to be blurring silently.

The sword energy that seemed to belong to him but not belong to him enveloped his body like a coat, and then penetrated deep into his soul.

It was like a shadow that was extremely deep.

Dark, dead, and gentle without any ripples.

There is no hope, no despair, no joy, no pain, not even numbness.

The thick shadow spreads with every rise and fall of the sword energy coat.

It is a state of mind that is difficult to express in any words.

Because there are no emotions, there is almost eternal silence everywhere.

Only a few images occasionally appeared alternately in the darkness.

Some sweet but somewhat confusing singing sounds will ring in his ears.

You will see a pair of eyes that are almost perfect but extremely chaotic.

He could feel his tiny baby-like body, feel the warmth of that perfect yet chaotic woman's palm on his head, and the mental storm that was constantly surging and stimulating his mind.

That perfect woman who would cry and say sorry from time to time, laugh suddenly and tell herself stories from time to time, and stay as quiet as a statue most of the time with a heart as dead as death.

Mother...

He saw himself lying in a dilapidated room, with unbridled noise and noise outside the door. Strange and vague men and women around him pointed at him openly and asked others how much this little kid was worth.

He saw the dim light in the room when someone pinched a girl's tender cheeks hard and said with a grin that he would keep her as a little pet so that he could enjoy her when she grows up.

He saw the joy in the girl's eyes when she walked in calling her brother, brother, while holding half a carton of milk tightly with clear fingerprints on her cheek.

elder sister...

He saw the plain white Wangyou Villa, the depressing and almost frozen mourning hall, the black and white photo in the frame, the middle-aged man with a bright smile.

His deep eyes seemed to be looking intently at the coffin in front of him, looking at his body lying in the coffin without an arm.

He lay quietly, no longer having the strength to pick himself up and put it on his neck.

Godfather...

He saw the haggard face of the old man with gray hair and the smile that he could barely hold on to, and heard his somewhat hoarse voice.

"I don't dare to regret it... Even if I regret it, if I could turn back time, even if I knew the outcome today, I would still bring you back."

"There is no point in regretting. There are some things that you have to do even if you regret them."

Master...

He saw the quiet West Lake with sparkling waves and the graves standing quietly on the green island.

There is a father who was killed by his mother.

He has a crazy mother who seeks revenge and dies with her enemies.

There is a grandfather who was unprepared for a plane crash and whose body was not found.

There was a grandma who went completely crazy and died in a mental hospital.

There is an aunt who lost her son and died in jail.

There was an uncle who was arrested for inexplicable crimes but was hit by a car and died before he could even be tried.

Ha...hehe...haha...

The Dongcheng family counts every one of them.

all.

No! Got! Good! Die!

Why?

He felt the darkness in his heart disappear, but he did not usher in the light.

He saw that he had destroyed all the hatred of that era, but there was no satisfaction at all. Instead, he felt an unprecedented emptiness.

Empty without any mood, any emotion, any thought.

Everything seems to have completely disappeared.

family...

The strange yet extremely familiar scenes continued to change.

He saw himself and the black muzzle of the gun.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, and without any hesitation, he directly pulled the trigger.

The roar of gunfire brought bullets out of the barrel.

Skin bursts.

Skull exploded.

Blood vessels, muscles, brain.

A large amount of blood burst out from the back of his head.

He put down the gun in his hand.

The world in front of him is dripping with blood, but it is still extremely clear.

He saw himself holding a dagger and piercing his heart.

One knife, another knife, another knife.
To be continued...