The road leading to the bottom corridor is the road that the Martial God Emperor Karna left just now. There are one hundred and twenty long stone steps. Each step requires a double jump to go up. The princess walking there is like
Climbing the stairs leading to the Kingdom of Giants, every step brings us closer to the final battlefield.
When arriving at the top platform, the magnificent stone door stood silently, its untouched surface covered in dust, like a giant guard from ancient times to the present, overlooking all the tiny travelers passing under his feet.
Olvera stood in front of the tightly fitting giant door, slowly raised the key in her hand, and a few system prompts popped up in front of her eyes:
【Do you want to open the road to the ruler? Yes/no】
[Because you defeated the guardians of the first four corridors, the power of the original ruler has been weakened and is currently only one-fifth of its original strength.]
[Warning: The enemy ahead is extremely powerful. If you are not sure of victory, it is best not to challenge easily.]
"After being weakened four times and still getting a warning, this is indeed the final boss." Alice sighed in her mind, and then asked casually: "How are you, do you feel stressed, Olvera?"
"Sister Alice!" Merdine immediately called out, stopping her from continuing. The little pink-haired girl finally eased Olvera's tension through chatting, but Alice was still here fanning her.
It's really annoying to light a fire.
When Alice was called like this, she also realized that her question was a bit inappropriate, and her tone was slightly embarrassing: "Uh, it's nothing, I'm just asking casually, Olvera, you don't have to take it to heart."
Olvera herself didn't care very much and shook her head gently: "It doesn't matter, I don't feel pressure anymore."
"Because——"
As she spoke, she clicked on the [Yes] option: "I have been prepared for it a long time ago."
The key in his hand suddenly turned into a hazy glow, blending into the interior of the ancient stone door. With the loud rumbling sound and the dust of gravel shaking from the sky, the road to the ending of the story gradually opened in front of everyone.
The princess did not hesitate and stepped into it.
The lantern on my waist swayed slightly, and the swaying boat sailed into a bottomless darkness, like a brewing storm, gradually drowning the weak firelight.
……
At the same time, in Rosting City, the Fairy Sleep Hotel, and the underground herbal garden.
Under the majestic oak tree, the kind and kind old woman raised her hand to attract a few birds, which rested on her skinny arms, as if they were resting on the withered branches of an old tree that had long since died. Her movements were gentle and unsteady.
I hurriedly fed these birds a few fallen acorns, and felt the touch of their sharp beaks as they withered into my palms. My eyes were slightly distracted, as if at this moment, I recalled the memory of being a tree.
.
Where are the birds that once built their nests in her branches, the squirrels that stored fruits in the hollows of her trees, and the wild beasts that once left their footprints in her shade?
As time went by, did she disappear into a place far, far away that she could not reach?
But this absence did not last long. When the sound of pecking wood stopped coming from her palm, Mrs. Tree broke away from her memories and saw a few birds still standing in her palm, looking at her eagerly.
That confused look seemed to be saying, "Is there anything else you can give me to eat?" He couldn't help but smile, gently raised his hand, and sent it towards the direction of the tree crown.
Thumping, fluttering——
Gray and white feathers are scattered all over the sky, and the clear and transparent chirping of birds is accompanied by the sunlight penetrating through the gaps between the branches and leaves, making people feel a bit of the warmth of early spring. Although it is already a cold snowy moon outside, underground in Rosting City
In the garden, it is as warm as spring all year round.
"Fly." Mrs. Tree stared at the bird's retreating back and murmured in a low voice, as if talking to herself or speaking to someone far away: "Fly to where you want to go and see the garden.
Whether it’s beautiful scenery or flying freely in the outside world, don’t just stay in one place... because in this world, everything will have its own destiny.”
This is true for both humans and birds. They have feet and wings. They are free and unrestrained. They can go wherever they want. No one will restrain them, and no one can restrain them.
Trees that dig their roots deep into the ground and cling to mudstone will also have their own destiny, but that destiny has been predetermined long ago, just like a tree cannot leave the earth growing under its feet, perhaps at a certain moment during its lifetime, or perhaps
In some old dream.
"You have finally come this far, Your Highness Princess." She looked up at the lush canopy, her eyes as cloudy as mist, but full of wisdom accumulated over the years: "Coming from the depths of spirituality, intuitive premonitions are never wrong.
The travelers coming are indeed changing your destiny. They are the light in the lamp and will guide you to open up a path to the light..."
"However, the fate of living beings always fluctuates between gains and losses. What is increased will be reduced, and what is gained will be lost. What you want to increase, are you prepared to decrease it? What you want to get, and what you want to get, will be lost.
Are you prepared to lose consciousness? If you have never thought about these issues, you are not truly mature."
"Let me, as a teacher, teach you this last lesson."
The dry and thin fingertips were slightly raised, transmitting the old man's words into the distance.
……
In front of the iron gate of the herbal garden, a sunflower with a human face was hugging her flowerpot and sleeping soundly, completely forgetting her duties as a guard. Just as she dreamed that she came to a place with fertile soil.
, there was plenty of sunshine, and there was no Xie Mi to disturb his sleeping paradise, a familiar old voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Little Sun, wake up, don't sleep anymore."
"Um... who is it?" Little Sun replied in a confused state in his sleep: "I'm sleeping, don't disturb me... unless... you are here to give me... um, a gift..." p>
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The old voice smiled kindly and gently: "Haha, it's me, Little Sun. Come and do me a favor. If you agree, I will give you the oak branch you have always wanted. How about it?" "Oak... branch?"
As if he had caught a certain keyword, the sleeping Sun Kui suddenly opened his eyes wide and stammered: "Shu, Mrs. Shu!? Were you calling me just now?"
"Yes, Little Sun, are you willing to help me?"
"Of course!" Although he knew that Mrs. Tree could not see it, Little Sun still put on a loyal expression as much as possible and said righteously: "Since it is your request, I will do my best to help! Ah, also
There is——"
She lowered her voice with some embarrassment: "The oak branch you just mentioned..."
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you." There was a slight smile in Mrs. Shu's voice.
Little Sun was instantly full of motivation: "Then just tell me what you need me to do! Even if it's... uh, no, it's nothing."
She originally wanted to say, "Even if I have to cross the snow-capped mountains and the sea of fire, I will never hesitate at all." But when she thought that her roots were still buried in the warm soil, she immediately put out her ambition and pretended that it was nothing.
Happened.
Mrs. Tree knew her nature very well, so she didn't pay too much attention to it. She said slowly in an old but gentle voice: "Haha, don't be so nervous, I just want you to help me call Siesta and Shelia over.
I have something I want to explain to them."
Explain?
This statement is not quite right.
Little Sun hesitated for a moment, but did not immediately follow the instructions. Instead, he lowered his voice and asked: "Mrs. Shu, are you going to...leave the hotel?"
Mrs. Shu neither admitted nor denied, but smiled: "Some things have to be done, not to mention I have been waiting for so long."
It took so long that she almost forgot what her teacher looked like and how she felt when the rain fell.
Little Sun still hesitated: "Then, will you come back?"
This time, Mrs. Tree didn't give her an answer because she couldn't make a promise to something she couldn't do.
Little Sun's mood instantly dropped. She hugged her flowerpot and groaned, refusing to move, as if this could delay Mrs. Tree's departure or even change the decision she had already made.
Madam Tree has been staying in this herbal garden since she became conscious. She used her magic power to carve out a nursery full of vitality, created a soil that nurtured spirituality, and sowed every seed of the magic potion with her own hands.
They loosen the soil, water and fertilize, and watch them grow and thrive.
Every potion plant in this herbal garden gained its own consciousness under her gaze. When they opened their eyes in ignorance, the first thing they saw was her kind and kind smile.
She kept it in her heart with pure admiration and respect. The same was true for Little Sun. She couldn't imagine what the herbal garden would be like without Mrs. Tree.
But.
"Don't be willful, little sun." The adult who always had the old wish and was willing to sacrifice everything for it said in a soft and soothing tone: "Have you forgotten that I once said to you, if one day I want to be with you?
When we are separated, I hope to see your smiles instead of tears. Do you want to disappoint me, little sun?"
"..."
Little Taiyang said nothing, searching for traces of this memory in her mind. When she discovered that Mrs. Tree had indeed said these words to her, but it had been so long that she had almost forgotten them, the persuasion was still swirling on her lips.
I couldn’t speak the words at once.
She grunted muffledly and reluctantly pulled out her roots from the soil in the flower pot: "I know, Mrs. Tree, I'm going to call someone over now..."
Before she finished speaking, she hugged her flowerpot and ran away. Her back looked like she was running away from something rather than conveying a message.
Quietly listening to her footsteps gradually disappearing until they were scattered in the wind, Mrs. Tree sighed silently. She knew that it was still difficult for Little Sun to accept this matter, because young people always have a dissatisfaction with the world.
Practical expectations, hoping that everything can be bounded by eternity, but where are there such good things in the world?