Light gradually emerged from the exit of the cave.
A strange sound suddenly sounded from the front, sweeping in with overwhelming force, and the world seemed to collapse instantly, turning into countless splashing foam.
Gordon's mind went blank, his feet staggered, and he almost lost his footing and fell.
The sound of the whole world sounded at this moment: lightning and thunder, the earth shook and the mountains shook, the tsunami set off violent storms, and the brilliant stars poured out from the top of the universe... The sound of drums from heaven and earth rumbled, poured, and finally
The most majestic and the most wild.
Gordon held on to the wall of the cave and stumbled forward. He was surrounded by a vast expanse, and endless waves of sound were pressing towards him. Apes cawed and cranes chirped, dragons soared and tigers leaped, seeds broke through the hard frozen soil, and the ancient battlefield in a pool of blood erupted with its final cry.
...The sound of breathing from living beings is sonorous, thin and dense, the most mysterious and tortuous.
"Where is that river?" Gordon was drowned in thousands of voices, struggling to move and looking around in panic. He was just a candle fluttering in the strong wind, so small, humble, weak and powerless.
"Ask yourself." The monk's voice suddenly sounded, very close at hand. "If you find yourself, you will find the river. There is no need for Zangyuan style or your eyes."
So Gordon closed his eyes, concentrated and calmed down, and the world of his soul opened outward.
In an instant, all the sounds fell silent, and everything was silent, as quiet as if they had lost their breath.
In the deepest, darkest and most secret place of the soul, on the other side of consciousness, an undercurrent slowly emerges.
Silently, the undercurrent wrapped around Gao Deng and swam into an indescribable mysterious ocean. Undercurrents came from all directions, endlessly, blending and converging, heading towards a common source.
As if a baby had returned to the warm womb, Gordon's senses were closed off one by one, and he curled up lazily into a ball. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was about to completely disappear into the ocean of undercurrents.
He suddenly knew that something was wrong. If this continued, he would even lose his own consciousness. In the end, he would die with a weird smile on his face, just like the saliva monster said.
"Run!" An undercurrent swam past him, it was the monk's voice,
"How to run?"
"As long as you want."
In my mind, a beam of frost-like cold light suddenly burst out, and the Qingyue roared. The fangs completed the inheritance, and the silver patterns shone like bright silver feathers.
start running!
As long as I want to. Gordon raised his head, and silver patterns quickly covered his arms, turning into a pair of huge wings of light.
Run, run, run!
He flapped his wings, soared up, and took off like an eagle soaring!
Smoke billowed all around, the waves sounded like thunder, and the white water vapor filled the air like a sea of clouds.
"You finally came."
Gordon turned his head, and the monk was flying beside him. The monk's robe was full of wind and swelled like wings, and his eyes were shining with pure joy like a child.
"I'm here." Gordon stared at the monk excitedly. Although these three simple words were spoken, they sounded like an ancient and solemn ceremony.
They flew upward together, like the freest wind, passing over the highest mountain tops. Gordon saw countless pairs of wings looming around, and various creatures were like a flock of birds, flapping their wings, chasing each other, and drawing rapid trajectories.
They kept flying up, breaking through the sky, passing through the mist, and saw the river.
"Rumble!" The waves roared like the sky and the earth, deafening and deafening. The roaring waves were empty, and the waves were majestic, lifting up the toppled peaks. The river of time hung between the heaven and the earth, without beginning or end, and ever-changing.
Gordon felt that sometimes it was curved like an arc, sometimes straight like a line, sometimes it disappeared inexplicably, and sometimes it surged out of the void.
In my ears, countless pairs of wings made a dense vibrating sound, like vast raindrops passing over a long river. The wings unfolded one after another, blooming the most gorgeous posture in flight.
At this moment, a transcendent touch made Gordon's heart tremble.
"So, this is the direction of running." He laughed at the monk, spread his bright wings, and faced the stormy waves with a full-blown attitude.
"Boom!" Thousands of huge waves crashed past, hurricanes swept through, and the world was turned upside down. From time to time, wings whined and fell, being crushed to pieces by the waves.
"Even if you have wings, you will fall one day." The monk said as he flew over the waves.
"What if you own the whole sky?" Gordon turned left and right, swept high and low, and shuttled through the wind and waves. Broken wings were everywhere, scattered in disorder, and sank into the long river.
The monk looked up to the sky and laughed, and a huge wave hit his head. The monk's robe shook out fine ripples and turned into shiny scales.
For a moment, pairs of wings turned into scales flying all over the sky, gathering one after another.
With a thought in Gordon's mind, the wings of light turned into silver fish scales, covering his whole body. More and more scales came in, closely touching each other, fluctuating along the wonderful curves, and merging into a huge fish!
The fish's tail flicked violently and rushed into the river of time, chopping waves and fighting rapids. The water splashed like snowflakes.
The waves were ups and downs, and all kinds of illusions appeared in Gao Deng's mind.
He seemed to turn into a radiant sun, driving a chariot, patrolling the heaven and earth; he was reincarnated as an evil ghost, with three heads forming an abyss, accepting the worship of countless demons; suddenly he was a snow-white and strong bull, pounced on
A beautiful girl; then he turned into a succubus in the mountains, forests and swamps, singing mournfully and committing suicide for love...
I don't know how long it took, but Gao Deng suddenly woke up. Stars were shining brightly in his field of vision, floating and sinking. The monk sat cross-legged across from him, and his figure seemed to be embedded in the starry sky.
Under them, there is a blue star that is constantly rotating, and the long river of time passes through it.
Gordon realized that those Sand Cave warriors turned into demons and just chose the evolution method that was most suitable for them.
"This river is about to leave." The monk sighed softly.
"leave?"
"It is a traveler in time and space, traveling through universes without stopping. For it, the intersection with our world is only a short moment, but for us, it is a long millions of years." The monk's face.
There was a lonely look on his face, "You are the last one with a destiny. Go!"
They fell towards the planet below them.
There was a loud bang, and huge waves crashed in endlessly. The big fish rolled and was submerged in the waves. The scales on its body were constantly eroded and peeled off, turning into grains of turbid sand, spinning and sinking.
The big fish gradually fell into pieces, its scales were exhausted, and finally only the monk and Gordon were left.
"The time of separation has come." The monk stared at Gordon, the fish scales turned into gray and dull, with fine lines cracked.
"Why?" Gordon asked in a low voice.
The monk's calm face showed a smile: "According to old legend, ever since the living beings stole the fire from the hands of the gods, it has never been extinguished. Only through the continuation of the generations and the passing of the fire can faith last forever. You are right, a person
There is no way to cross the finish line.”
Facing the wind and waves, he smiled slightly and chanted in a sweet voice: "Look at the world and things like flowers blooming and falling. May his heart be untainted, and may his steps be eternal."
The waves splashed, and the monks were shattered and turned into grains of sand.
"Boom!" The waves surged, and a giant stone tablet rose slowly, towering into the sky, exuding a desolate and distant aura.
Gordon stared at the stone tablet with tears streaming down his face.
"Let me tell you my faith." At this moment, countless past events passed through Gordon's mind.
"Life is a drop of water, blending into the river of time." He recalled being paralyzed in bed when he was young and struggling with all his strength.
"Unknowingly, it sank into sand." My cousin turned into rotten water before my eyes, the bitter owl howled in pain, the salamander jumped into the river of fire, and countless pairs of wings bloomed in the sky.
In the end, all the past events converged into one voice, soaring high into the sky and proudly blooming: "Why not evaporate into clouds? From now on, I am in the sky!"