Chapter 3585 guard, the person who should be guarded
It obviously doesn't feel very far away, but it feels like a period of time has passed, out of reach.
He moved forward desperately, not hesitate to use his energy and blood, trying to reach the river.
But no matter what, nothing can be changed.
Suddenly, while passing by a wreckage, he heard a clear singing voice.
Stopping and looking back, I looked at the wreckage, which was the remains of human beings.
Ye Wudao didn't understand the words in the song. They were ancient pronunciations of words, and he didn't know much about them.
I can only feel the endless regret and desolation in that song.
It was a woman who seemed to be singing.
"Senior, are you still alive?" Ye Wudao murmured.
The singing did not stop, but seemed to get further and further away from him until it disappeared.
Then the remains turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Is it an illusion?" Ye Wudao had some doubts about the authenticity of this place and looked at the vast chaos.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart, and he was dejected.
Where...has this happened again?
The Dark Swamp, the Tomb of Ancient Immortals, and the Oni Tomb are all very dark and terrifying.
Including here, in the seemingly sunny Palace of the Red Dust, there are also such dark places.
Mysterious place...
Ye Wudao's eyes were filled with confusion, he couldn't find the way, and he felt helpless...
There was no guiding light, and no one told him how to move forward.
He sighed in his heart and flew towards the black river again.
This time, he didn't know how long he flew, and he didn't know how many times he stopped until he flew away from all the wreckage, leaving all the wreckage far behind him.
"What is annihilation?"
I asked again in my mind, but couldn't find the answer.
The power of annihilation I realized before seems to be in the wrong direction, and it does not seem to be the power of annihilation.
"lonely……"
In Ye Wudao's heart, all thoughts were gone.
Because he could feel that he seemed to have been traveling for several years, and he had tried countless ways to escape from here, or to do other things.
But, to no avail!
I can only pursue that black river, the black river of death under the turbid evening sun.
But no matter how he chased it, the distance from the river seemed to be only a little closer.
How many years will it take to really get close to this black river?
Ling'er...how long will it take to save her?
In Ye Wudao's eyes, confusion filled his brain, as if he was about to get lost in this space...
In this confused space, it seems that it has transcended the simple concept of time and space.