A desolate star field, dead still, silent, unable to see the light that symbolizes life.
Occasionally, huge broken star fragments slowly float back in this area. These fragments collide with each other. This is probably the only movement here.
But at this moment, a guest came to this extremely desolate and desolate starry universe.
His arrival was accompanied by a huge purple dragon. The man stood at the dragon's horn, his coat hanging down, and a jade pendant hanging down at the corner of his clothes, exuding gleaming light.
Yu Shu released his spiritual thoughts and scanned the entire area, crossing countless star fragments, looking for the glimmer of what he needed.
The dark purple scales of the Purple Wood Dragon are closed and soothing. This behemoth is swimming among the rubble of the universe, with scarlet flames burning in its eyes. A low roar comes from its throat. In its view, this is a worthless area, without any value, dead silence.
, desolate, and there may be some kind of danger. In the depths of the universe, even Zu cannot guarantee his absolute safety, and this companion did not explain why he arrived here, which makes it somewhat unambiguous.
"What are you looking for?" it asked.
"Do you know Master Yuchai Shunde?" Yu Shu said, his eyes were empty, and his spiritual thoughts came out, sweeping around one corner after another.
"Jade Chai Shunde? The one who was unshakable among the ancestors of Jiuzhou? Of course I know, why mention her? Jiuzhou has long been a thing of the past, old man, you are not still thinking about those bad things in Jiuzhou, are you?"
Yu Shu smiled bitterly, "Do you still remember what I looked like when you met me in Tianyang? The Dharma was broken, the Taoist heart was dark, the road was almost cut off, and I saw no hope for the future. The past five statues
, now that it touches the three statues, it has been stagnant for more than 10,000 years, right? Have we seen the prototype of the fourth statue?"
"What does this have to do with Master Yuchai Shunde? Jiuzhou has been destroyed. Even if these guys are still alive, no matter how powerful these unshakable people are, they are just Zhenyi. The gods will take you back to Tianyang and let me become your dharma image.
Part of it is not to make you miss old feelings."
"Reminiscing about old friendship? No, I just came to confirm something." Yu Shu shook his head.
"About that Jade Hairpin Shunde?" Purple Wood Dragon circled around a huge dead planet, and the burning vertical boy captured the strange state of this dead planet in a short intersecting moment.
"This star field is very strange. These stars may have been alive not long ago, and they were killed." Purple Wood Dragon said in a deep voice.
"The Jade Hairpin Shunde you mentioned is still alive? Right here?" It realized something and narrowed its eyes, "An unshakable person, even if she loses her homeland, there is nothing you can do about her, even if she
It will get even crazier, are you here to die? And you want to drag me along with you?"
"Will I? I don't even have magical minions, how can I face a Nine Image True One? I said, I'm here to confirm one thing. Speaking of which, as a part of my current Dharma, you can clearly communicate directly with me.
My thoughts are related, but I never take the initiative to contact you. Why? I know what Shenyi sent you to do. After all, I am from Kyushu, and he does not trust me. You can always control my thoughts, but you seem to regard me as a person.
..." Yu Shu was silent for a moment and uttered a very distant and unfamiliar word.
"friend?"
"It's a brother, old man." Purple Wood Dragon grinned, revealing a pair of ferocious and sharp teeth.
"You are a pitiful thing, and I am a pitiful thing, right? You are the ancestor who rebelled against Kyushu. In Tianyang, the ancestors don't like you very much. After all, they have witnessed Tianyang's expedition, and they have also witnessed the pride of Kyushu.
.In the eyes of the ancestors, this is the existence they yearn for and admire, even as an enemy. And I once traced the traces of the ten types of Zhou Tian in an attempt to transform into a dragon and achieve the appearance of a true dragon. You know the result."
In the deep and silent star field, in this corner where no one is watching, they brought up the past again.
Most of them were unsightly blood and tears.
"I failed. I lost my body in the disaster. When my soul was about to be wiped out, the gods took action and protected me. But what's the use of my survival? If I didn't survive the disaster, I wouldn't even be called the true ancestor.
If not, it will be just an ownerless soul after all.”
"The Ten Categories of Zhou Tian, eh, I even doubt that such a thing really still exists?"
As they walked past one dead star after another, Yu Shu and Zimu Jiaolong became more and more frightened as they looked at them.
"Are you sure she's not here?"
Yu Shu shook his head.
Just when Zimu Jiaolong was about to curse, the man said, "This is her grave."
After speaking, he sighed and his expression suddenly became solemn.
"The grave? The Untouchable is dead?"
"I can confirm that he is dead, otherwise I wouldn't have to come here. I said I would confirm one thing." All of Yu Shu's consciousness returned, and his eyes became intense again.
The Purple Wood Dragon sensed something was wrong, and its huge, winding body stopped.
"Look." Yu Shu said.
Ahead, there is an extremely empty area. Even in this dead sea of stars, this area seems too empty. If the surrounding broken stars are compared to dust spread on a piece of white paper, then here is where someone has spread the white paper.
The dust on the paper was cleared away, revealing a large space.
They are close.
I saw a broken lotus floating in the center.
"Look, she is indeed dead." The man smiled.
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The vast sea, the boundless cliffs.
The sea, on which countless people depend for survival, sometimes symbolizes destruction.
Such as now.
The sea and sky were all dark and dark. A big hole seemed to have appeared in the sky, and endless torrential rain poured down. At the same time, the strong wind pushed the waves to the shore, roaring and submerging countless people's homes.
The old man stood looking from a distance, and a curtain of water formed in front of his bamboo hat.
In his decades at sea, he has never encountered such storms.
He sighed slightly, is this really a storm? Isn't it really the wrath of a certain god deep in the ocean, who wants to bring clarity to this filthy human world? The old man has long heard that there was great chaos in the Great Jing Dynasty, and the people were in dire straits. Many people
, maybe it’s because everyone except the noble Lord’s group cannot survive at all. War, famine, and monsters are all nothing that weak mortals like them can contend with. They can only escape.
But at this time, many people will sadly discover that there is no safe place in the world. No matter where they go, it is actually just as bad everywhere.
"Hey, the old guy isn't dead yet?" someone shouted behind him.
It was a boy with very obvious cracks on his forehead and cheeks. The old man knew that these were not caused by the boy's naughty playfulness, but scars caused by the sun burning him when he drifted on the sea with him. The old man's skin was already riddled with holes.
I can't see anything different, but the child is different. His skin is so delicate that it cannot withstand the burning of the sun.
"If I die on the shore, it will be a shame for my life." The old man did not blame the boy for his rudeness. He just answered quietly and looked at the heavy rain quietly.
"This is also the sea. The wind has blown the sea to your feet, old man. Maybe the God of the Sea also likes to fish with a wooden paddle and lacks a helper to help him cast the net, so he picked you." The boy laughed.
, he waved the letter in his hand, which had already been soaked in the heavy rain and turned into a pile of debris. The old man could vaguely see the exquisite prints on the surface of the letter, but the exquisite beauty was meaningless under the raging rain.
The same goes for this letter.
"Is this someone in your family?" the old man asked.
"Yeah, my family, I thought they were all dead, but I didn't expect they still remember me."
"What did they say? Some advice or a letter of introduction to help you live a better life here."
The boy shook his head, "It's not the old man. The war is over. Whether it's the Great Scenery or the more distant dynasty, even the demons have retreated and hid in the mountains. It's like a dream."
"Dream?" The old man smiled. "Dreams don't bleed."
"How will the war end? People living here pass down history from generation to generation orally. We are illiterate and don't have much culture. But we know the war well. Once the war starts, it will not burn down the igniter and everything around it.
It is impossible to stop. This has been the case throughout the ages. We have no hope."
"No." The boy shook his head. The old man could see the seriousness from his expression. He seemed to have never been so serious. The child would eventually believe in some good hopes, which was not surprising to the old man. But the next words made the old man stunned.
Living.
"They said that a god appeared in the world. He stopped the war, expelled desire, and returned hope to everyone. Whenever ancient and melodious music sounded in the wilderness, people would dream, and after waking up from the dream, they
The streets, villages, and towns that I saw were all the same."
The boy recited the contents of the letter very fluently. This was of course a retelling, because the old man knew that the boy was as uneducated as he was and could not speak such sentences like ancient proverbs. The boy probably read it many times and kept thinking in his mind.
He recited it silently and found some people to help him understand the above words.
He was chanting, like the "divine revelation" in the songs the old man had heard.
The boy was so engrossed that he didn't notice the change in the old man's silent expression. He slightly opened his dim but still bright eyes.
Even the heavy rain could not cover the clarity in those eyes, which appeared on the old man's skinny, sallow face and eye sockets, like a clear spring in the desert.
And this clear spring also reflects light.
This magnificent scenery was so dazzling that the boy stopped talking and was stunned.
Can light be seen in a storm? The boy thought, and followed the old man's gaze back. The dazzling light made him subconsciously raise his arms to block it. The long-lost sunlight hit his face unscrupulously, even the wet drops of water in the scars.
The light shines brightly.
It turns out... he has been bathing in the sun? In this storm?
The thick black clouds were torn apart, the sky was broken open, and light overflowed from the hollow, splashing onto the earth. Whether it was an illusion, the boy felt that the wind in his ears had become much quieter, and the roar of the waves was also receding.
A melodious and ancient melody sounded from all directions.
Mixed with the cheers of many people.
They should have been swallowed up by the storm, but in the darkness, light came back and gave them new life.
"Did you hear that, old man?" the boy asked.
The old man didn't answer.
The boy's eyes were on the land covered with light, and the people cheering after being saved, but he was always looking at the source of the light. Going out to sea to fish all year round, facing the scorching sun was a common thing, and he was not as subconsciously afraid as the boy.
Sunlight.
So the old man saw...him!
"Oh my God..." This old, rusty voice hadn't sighed like this for an unknown amount of time.
Where the clouds cracked, a giant winding dragon-shaped shadow passed by.
This behemoth carried the skylight on its back, casting a ferocious and huge shadow. The old man could see his eyes clearly, which were as brilliant as the sun's golden color.
As the area where the clouds tore apart became larger and larger, more and more people saw him.
The heavy rain stopped, the waves receded, and people bathed in the new sunshine and worshiped him.
But he didn't seem to care. From beginning to end, this behemoth didn't cast its eyes on the people on the ground. It just meandered away above the clouds and disappeared in the direction of the endless sea.
The boy's excited shouts hit the old man's worn eardrums, causing the old man to wake up from his trance.
"Look! Look!" He raised his arms and pointed to the sea.
The old man raised his head and saw that the surface of the sea was still dark, like a large jagged black stone. But above, the thick clouds cracked a path, curved, and dropped a golden gauze to the sea, like a golden waterfall falling from the sky. And the golden waterfall was connected with the dark sea.
Where they gathered, there was finally the wisp of blue that the old man was familiar with.
"Isn't it beautiful?" someone asked.
The old man nodded subconsciously, but found that the voice was not anyone he was familiar with.
At this time, a tall, dark man stood beside him, looking at the sea with him.
"Uncle who delivers the letter!" The boy looked over and said hello.
The man also smiled and waved.
"Yes, it's beautiful." The old man replied. He was indeed getting older. After the storm receded, his voice became hoarse. The familiar sea breeze blew over and made him feel a little chilly.
"Thank you for coming so far to deliver a message to that child. He is indeed very happy. I haven't seen him smile for a long time after being sent here by his family." The old man said.
"Isn't he happy when he catches fish successfully?" the man asked.
The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face twisted together, "I forgot about this. Every time he succeeded in fishing, he was indeed very happy and smiled happily."
"I want to...ask a question." The man raised his head and looked at the golden waterfall hanging from the sky.
"You say."
"Old man, how do you identify the direction in the sea? After going out to sea, the ocean makes no difference to the people in the boat. There is no shore in sight. Looking at the past, it is just the sea. It seems that you can go anywhere and go anywhere."
"Direction, we can't get lost in the sea. If we get lost, we won't be able to find the way home." The old man paused, "Do you know the constant point? The sea is vast and boundless. You don't know what is going on. There is only one way to go home."
Watch the sun, moon, and stars as we move forward. The stars, moon, and sun in the sky are the points from which we move forward. Just like anchors anchoring a ship to a port, these things also tightly bind us to our return journey."
After listening, the man sat down.
"Yes, then where is his anchor?" He asked gently. The old man was confused and did not bother. After all, some things cannot be controlled after all, such as people who need to return to the shore. They need to look in the direction to ensure that they are not
You will be lost at sea. But one day, the old man who is out fishing will lie quietly in the belly of the boat, letting the wooden boat float to the depths of the ocean. Singing that old love song, the sea water is rippling,