Lu Zhengkang woke up from meditation. He sat cross-legged and looked around, and found that there was a red-robed falling star beside him.
The fallen star was still meditating, and Lu Zhengkang was patiently waiting for him.
The space-time structure of Yuanliu Land is so strange. The close distance in space means that the timeline is getting closer... The farther away, the timeline will split. Yuanliu Land is only that big, and the falling star comes
There was a lot of coming and going, and it was no surprise for Lu Zhengkang to bump into anyone.
Just as he was thinking about it, eager to see his beloved again, his companion woke up.
Lu Zhengkang sang naturally: Deer.
The companion replied sadly: Source.
At this time, the pipeline gates of the Quicksand Sanctuary were opened one by one, and all the restrained cloth creatures were released. Just like the birds flying in the sky in the deep forest, for a time, their refreshing singing was everywhere, resonating, and they seemed to be one.
Like, showing strong vitality.
This is the seventh time Lu Zhengkang has seen such a scene: every reincarnation is actually the same. The road from the distant desert to the Yuanliu Mountain is the road from the beginning to the end, just like a tape, repeating over and over again.
It's still the same song, but the tapes sometimes wear out.
The fewer viewers there are, the stronger the power of conditioning becomes. The scene in front of Lu Zhengkang is already like that on the eve of the end. I really don’t know how many viewers will come after him... maybe not many.
It will inevitably become less and less. At that time, the pilgrimage road may be completely closed. If the falling star comes again, there will be no return. At that time, there will really be no more viewers.
This Yuan, Lu Zhengkang's new friend, rushed out. He stepped on a piece of cloth and let them fly towards the distant mountains. Lu Zhengkang also hurriedly followed.
If the truly helpful companion of the falling star is the kind of enthusiastic campfire or even the blazing sun, then this source is as cold as frost and snow, and his heart has been dusty. Lu Zhengkang does not know what to do in the future.
The road is difficult,
Especially in the long corridors, there will be sky patrols floating around to hunt down all objects with the power of destiny, including those who fall from the stars. It will definitely be much better if you have an enthusiastic companion. If you help each other, you can fly very far.
Fly very fast.
It's just that Lu Zhengkang thought this way: After all, he has a strong ambition, and others may not.
There are so many people embarking on the arduous journey, and there are so many people on the arduous journey, and everyone gets tired sometimes.
When Lu Zhengkang comes here for the hundredth time, maybe he will be tired.
The cloth creatures carried them to the quicksand sloping valley. On the huge and long slopes, broken doorposts, overpasses, corridors, platforms, sutra halls, bell towers, and walking paths protruded from the surface. These were like things growing on the quicksand.
Withered grass and trees, Lu Zhengkang jumped off the cloth creature and stepped on the ramp,
Descending sharply, it was like falling into a deep forest. He kept moving forward, sliding on the quicksand slope. The wind made his robe crackle, just like fiercely whipping a burning pine tree at night, responding to the fierce blow.
The sound of explosive explosions. Sand waterfalls poured down from the mountains on both sides, making the sound resounding.
Lu Zhengkang tried to chase Yuan, but his speed was very fast. After a while, he turned around several raised ruins and disappeared. The distance was too far, and their timeline split.
Source, he is a tired but indifferent traveler.
Lu Zhengkang thought like this, sliding on the sand, the yellow halo of the sun in the sky was sinking lower and lower, pressing hard on his footsteps.
In the deep twilight light, the pale yellow and gray ancient desert glowed with a solemn dark golden halo, as soft as the oily sheen of otter skin.
During this rapid descent, Lu Zhengkang saw the runes of the wreckage in the distance along the way. He kept his balance, flew lightly, and worked hard to collect these. These are the bequests of his predecessors and cannot be wasted.
He slid into the long corridor of Suigu. The sun in the distance was shining on the back of the top of the Yuanliu Mountain, intersecting with the gushing light of Yuanliu. The sun was the light of the mountain, and all the magnificent black gold in the sky, all the light, all the debris,
All relics, all rebirth of wreckage, all running
Travelers, all deserts, everything, bathed in light, bathed in the edge, only the majestic gold and deep shadows, the outline and form are squeezed and obliterated, the world is a chaotic mass of two poles colliding. The deer Zhengkang is flying, he
Sliding along the Suigu Corridor, the sand
The tassels lined up from the sides of his feet, like shallow waves, the tassels on his back trembled in the wind and the flow of time, and he was dumb and cheerful. He was walking in chaos, he was walking in time and space, he was walking in reincarnation, he was
Walking in the end, rushing towards the destiny, the sun is about to set, gold
The color of light will disappear, let the light of Yuanliu Mountain envelope him, let him bathe in the eternal fate, the strong heat, almost burn him out, let him exist, exist and exist, and then disappear his
Form, his name, his mark, he still exists.
Lu Zhengkang turned out of the end of the corridor, and the sun's disk was gradually covered by the deep shadows of the distant mountains. He descended and fell towards the deep patio in front of the earth. In the thick shade, the heat gradually dissipated, and the wind carried a sad feeling.
of cold air.
After leaping from the high point, he fell, like a light paper kite, landing in the pale underground space. Lu Zhengkang arrived at the long and lost corridor.
The faint light above his head was cast from the entrance of the pit, and the area where he stood was dimmed with pale white light. The ground was paved with a layer of snow-like white sand, and there was a towering door in the darkness in front of him.
Lu Zhengkang was hesitating here, and suddenly another person landed on top of his head, flying lightly beside him for a while.
He sang: Hao.
The warm light spread. Although it was fleeting, Lu Zhengkang still felt extremely pleased. The long tassels hanging down behind him were like balsamic grass in the water, fluttering and activated by the warm singing, bright and clear.
After a while, his companion Falling Star continued singing until Lu Zhengkang's streamer tassels were fully activated.
Lu Zhengkang responded by singing.
Hao nodded to him, and then headed towards the lofty gate in the depths of darkness. There, he sang and activated the ancient fallen star monument. He looked back and saw that Lu Zhengkang was still hesitating, so he started meditating on his own.
.
Lu Zhengkang was just a step behind. He was not in a hurry. He wanted to take a stroll in this area. Square stone pillars were scattered everywhere. He found an ancient mural on a mountain wall, which still told history.
The more glorious and sublime the place is, the more history should be remembered.
Hao was meditating in front of the Falling Star Monument, and Lu Zhengkang also rushed over and sat down cross-legged.
In the pure white meditative state, the white-robed elder turned his back to him, and Lu Zhengkang looked up, not in a hurry. The story that should be told would not be less. However, he also got a warning from it: the power of conditioning is here.
Strengthen, be careful on the road ahead.
When he regained consciousness, Hao was still lingering, presumably waiting for him. Lu Zhengkang sang as a signal, and Hao sang back.
The two of them headed towards the gate of the long corridor together.