"Who am I?" he murmured softly. At this moment, he seemed to see the long pavilion with flying catkins and the beautiful figure playing the piano.
"Who am I?" He said to himself again. At this time, he saw the scene of the woman nestling in his arms, a scene of tenderness in the sunset.
"Hehe, then you will take my last name, and from now on you will be called the Moon God!" The woman's voice still hovered in the young man's ears, and the confusion in his eyes gradually receded, "I am the Moon God!"
"But, I am not the fourth generation, I am the fifth generation!" The confused expression receded like a tide, the young man's eyes became clearer and clearer, the flying white hair behind his back gradually turned black again, and the late dusk turned into endless
Flying snow.
The cliff he stood on turned into endless ice, and the familiar scenes around him shattered in vain and disappeared in the evening breeze.
The snow was still flying, and the figure of the fire unicorn was floating quietly in the void, looking at Ye Shaohan with a slightly solemn expression. It had been three days, and the boy had not yet woken up.
However, at this moment, Ye Shaohan, who had kept his eyes closed for three days, opened his eyes in vain, raised his head, and looked at the sky in a daze.
"Who am I?" Ye Shaohan looked at the flying snowflakes and muttered to himself.
His eyes fell on Ye Shaohan. In Ye Shaohan's eyes, Huo Qilin saw an indescribable sadness. The sadness infected the surrounding snowflakes, and the snow fell to the ground feebly.
"That kind of sadness is very much like the fourth generation!" Huo Qilin whispered. He would never forget the desperate and helpless look in the fourth generation's eyes after he lost his beloved woman.
"I am the Moon God, I am the fifth generation!" Snow fell on Ye Shaohan's face, the cold breath penetrated into his soul, and Ye Shaohan's eyes became more determined.
"I am Ye Shaohan!" At the end of the sentence, Ye Shaohan burst out with a terrifying aura, which actually gave Huo Qilin a feeling of palpitations.
"This kid has become stronger again!" Huo Qilin said in shock as he looked at this scene.
That kind of look seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
An inexplicable sadness still hovered in Ye Shaohan's eyes, and this inexplicable sadness infected the surrounding snow.
Ye Shaohan closed his eyes again, and the dreams he had experienced before swept over like a tide, hovering in his mind.
"Alas!" Ye Shaohan sighed slightly. To this day, he still remembers the murderous intention that hated the world to the extreme.
"Because it's unfair, I'm resentful!" That kind of hatred is enough to destroy everything. Ye Shaohan quietly savored it, savoring the warmth and tranquility when he encountered the setting moon.
Savoring the heartbreak of losing the sunset of the moon, savoring the loneliness of hundreds of years.
"This is the fourth generation! This is also his life, his artistic conception, and his sword intention!" Ye Shaohan whispered, looking at his hands in confusion.
"My right hand has slaughtered countless living beings in the world. My right hand represents death. Killing is originally a sin, and my right hand is a sin!" Endless death energy came out of Ye Shaohan's right hand in vain, wrapping around his fingertips.
"And my left hand is salvation, representing new life!" Ye Shaohan raised his left hand, endless vitality filling it.
"The right hand represents death, and the left hand represents rebirth! Death and rebirth are originally a cycle. Death is the beginning of rebirth, and rebirth is also the beginning of death!" Ye Shaohan slowly raised his hands and put them together.
The black energy representing death and the white energy representing rebirth blended together, and their spatial fluctuations spread out.
"Reincarnation of life and death!" Huo Qilin whispered, with a solemn look in his eyes.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Huo Qilin felt a trance. In Ye Shaohan's body, he seemed to see the shadow of the fourth generation.
Huo Qilin still remembers that scene. A young man with white hair as white as snow came with the aura of black and white. His left hand held rebirth, his right hand held death, and he controlled reincarnation.
"He's right, I lost four generations of magical powers before!" Two completely different fluctuations permeated Ye Shaohan's body. Black and white energy surged out of Ye Shaohan's dark eyes again, and the black and white energy swirled around his pupils.
Come on.
"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Shaohan whispered, and in an instant, the whole world became silent in vain. The snow, the wind, time is eternal, and space is eternal.
Only the fluctuations of life and death permeate this world, and only in an instant, this strange change dissipates.
"The left hand holds rebirth, and the right hand holds death!" Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the endless void, with a little contemplation in his eyes.
The seeds of weeds floated in the wind, and Ye Shaohan gently brushed them with his left hand. In an instant, endless green color spread on the ice.
"This is new life!" The weeds grew crazily, submerging Ye Shaohan's feet.
Ye Shaohan raised his right hand again and brushed it gently. Endless death aura filled the air, and the green grass all over the field withered immediately, and was finally covered by flying snow.
"This is death, one year old and one withered glory!" Ye Shaohan slowly lowered his hands, and the energy of life and death dissipated.
And at this moment, a terrifying will spread from the center of Ye Shaohan's eyebrows, spreading to all directions.
Bang bang! The ice layer couldn't bear this terrifying will and immediately shattered. Even the void shattered, and endless turbulence surged in the dark space cracks.
"The will of the Moon God, the will of the fourth generation!" Ye Shaohan whispered: "Although it is only the remnant of the will of the fourth generation, compared to the martial arts will of ordinary Spirit Emperor realm warriors, this will is still extremely terrifying!"
Under this will, the figure of the fire unicorn fell in vain in the void.
"The will of the fourth generation!" Huo Qilin's face turned slightly solemn, "You can actually use the will of the fourth generation!"
"If you pray to the Buddha, you will be possessed by the Buddha and the demon! If you pray to the Moon God, you will sink into dreams, illusions and illusions. The Moon God is the Moon God after all!"
Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, and this terrifying will converged between Ye Shaohan's brows like a tide. Ye Shaohan chuckled and said, "Because of this, we resonated, and the feeling of rejection disappeared!"
"However, of the four wills of the Moon God, the only ones that can be used now are the wills of the fourth generation!" Ye Shaohan whispered.
Among the generations of moon gods, Ye Shaohan has the deepest understanding of the sword intent of the fourth generation. This is why Ye Shaohan can arrange the dream in one fell swoop.
"If we meet him now, then at least we will have the power to fight back!" Ye Shaohan whispered.
That finger three days ago was a finger of humiliation. At least Ye Shaohan would not forget that finger.
"How many days has it been?" Ye Shaohan stood up, snowflakes falling from all over his body, and his long ink-like hair was fluttering in the wind again.
"Three days have passed, and today is the third Zongbi Day!" As Ye Shaohan calmed down his breath, the palpitating feeling in Huo Qilin's heart also dissipated.
"On the third day, Zongbi!" Ye Shaohan whispered, stood up, and walked into the endless wind and snow, "Then it's time to go back!"
Whoosh! The figure of the fire unicorn turned into a strange and magical Suzaku fire, and disappeared into the unicorn necklace.
As dawn broke, its vast rays broke through the thick clouds, spilled out, and fell into the vast white sky and earth.
The ice was as smooth as a mirror, and the floating clouds were reflected on it. The morning sun rose slowly, also dyeing the sky red.
Dozens of ice sculptures stood on the ice, and when the dawn fell on the ice sculptures, cracks spread, and finally the ice cracked, revealing Qing Jue and others.
They raised their heads and looked at the far end without saying a word. They were waiting for someone to come back.
Thousands of sword lights are already rising above the ice, and on Fengzong Island, the sword lights are flying and colorful.
Tens of thousands of sword chants resounded on Fengzong Island. At this moment, the flying snow in the sky was stunned. On the third day, Zongbi officially started after the tens of thousands of sword chants sounded.
Turning around, Qingjue whispered: "Zongbi has already started on the third day!"
"The fifth generation promised that he would come back!" Jue Lin's eyes were still on the far end, "So, he will definitely come back!"
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. At least, the snowflakes flying in the sky have obscured the sight of Qing Jue and others.
Zongbi would never be delayed because of the lack of someone. After the old man's cold shout sounded, a terrifying aura emerged in the sky.
The ratio of the disciples of the third-rate sect, for a moment, the terrifying sword intention filled the sky.
Wu Ling raised his head, looked at Fengzong Island in the void, and continued to close his eyes, waiting for the return of faith.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, until the afterglow of the late sunset falls on the ice, and Zongbi ends again on the third day.
The sword light was once again flying on Fengzong Island, and the disciples of the unconventional sects who were watching the battle were all filled with exclamation and talking about today's battle.
Obviously, today's fighting between the third-rate sect disciples has brought them a lot, and it is a worthwhile trip.
The sword light was flying, but at this moment, their voices suddenly stopped. They stood in the void, as if they noticed something, raised their heads, and looked at the distant end.
Qingjue and the others, who had their eyes tightly closed, also raised their heads, looking at the distant end with a bit of surprise in their eyes.
At the end, snowflakes were flying, and the late twilight dyed the snowflakes golden, and a slightly thin figure walked out of the late dusk.
His steps were not heavy, but powerful. Every time he took a step, the earth seemed to be unable to bear his steps and trembled slightly.
The long hair behind him was swaying in the wind, pulling in the snowflakes flying around him, and the snowflakes were flying around his figure.
This figure in white clothes and the snow, the late dusk, and the flying snowflakes form a natural picture.
Everyone's voices suddenly stopped, fearing that their own voices would break the peaceful scene.
"Fifth generation!" Qing Jue whispered, with a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the figures in the distance as well, with a long-lost smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Shaohan's steps were still extremely slow, but after just a few steps, Ye Shaohan stood in front of Wu Ling and others. He raised his head and looked at the figure filling the sky.
In an instant, the unconventional sect disciples did not dare to look directly into Ye Shaohan's gaze and looked towards the ice below.