I have walked through mountains and rivers, walked through ruins, seen all the dust, and seen all the deserts...!
Just like the blooming flowers in the previous breath in the years, everything in this breath has withered. Whose face is not old, whose sighs are still there, whose past... was not beautiful.
Sitting in front of the ruins, watching the sunset, sitting by the mountains and rivers, watching the dusk come, the laughter seems to have penetrated through the years, echoing vaguely in the ears, making people often unable to tell the difference when they lower their heads...
The beauty of the past and the destruction of the present, what kind of cause and effect exists between them, and what kind of reincarnation is involved, otherwise... why would everything in the same world, such as the gap between opening and closing eyes, be different?
changed.
In that early sun, on the edge of the desert, there was Su Ming's figure holding the little boy. In that early sun, in the mountains and rivers, there was also Su Ming's stretched shadow. It seemed to follow him forever, and seemed to have become the existence of this world.
The figure guides the coming of wind and snow.
Walking in the afternoon, walking in the four seasons...
I crossed the desert, walked across the continent, and kept walking towards the heart in the center. I had no direction and I didn’t want to fly. In this once beautiful world, I walked, walked, as if I was walking on my own question.
the road.
One year, two years, three years... until a hundred years.
Over the past hundred years, Su Ming has remained the same, and the little boy is still in his arms. The two of them have not changed, just like the world has not changed. It has always been the same.
In spring, everything revives, but in this world, there is no green, no flowers blooming, and no frustration. In summer, the heat is permeating the air, and the entire earth seems to be distorted by the heat wave, and only
At this time, it seems that from the ruins and the distortion of the mountains and rivers, we can see some figures from the past years or existence.
It's just that the figure is distorted. Since it can't be straightened, all you see is memory.
In autumn, because there is no green in spring, there is no red in autumn. Only the colorful clouds that appear from time to time in the sky seem to be because the monotony of the earth cannot bear it, and then they appear, as if giving people hope.
In winter, the falling snowflakes are blowing all over the sky in the cold wind. Looking around, the world has become vast and you can't see the distance. All you can see are the countless snowflakes, which seem to be trying to survive in the falling snow.
Touching each other, what determines whether two snowflakes can touch each other is not themselves, but the wind.
But no matter what the will of the wind is, when the snowflakes fall to the ground, they... can still gradually meet each other, but the faces they meet may no longer be the faces that fell together.
In the wind and snow, Su Ming walked with the little boy in his arms. As he walked, he passed through the deep winter and ushered in the spring, bid farewell to the summer, and saw the autumn reds. It was still a windy and snowy day.
Two hundred years have passed. In this once glorious world, they gradually saw corpses one after another that were either shattered, half turned into ashes, or still retaining their original appearance.
Most of those corpses have dried up, some are found in large numbers in the ruins of the city, and some are scattered and scattered in the mountains, rivers, and deserts of the earth.
Countless corpses, some of which were men and women hugging each other before death, and some of which were mothers' instinct to protect their children, outlined their bodies together, and returned to the ruins silently.
In the little boy's grief, Su Ming went to bury each corpse with him, burying them all over the city...
Until the summer of this year, on a drizzling afternoon, Su Ming held the sleeping little boy in his arms. He stopped in front of a vast city that looked far away. He saw a man sitting cross-legged on the city.
A headless figure.
This is a huge city. This is the third continent that Su Ming has walked and the third extremely majestic city that he has seen. This place... was once the core of this continent and the capital here.
.
Just like the imperial capital of the Ancient Burial Kingdom, in fact, in this once glorious world, one of its continents is comparable to the entire Ancient Burial Kingdom.
Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged on the city, Su Ming's eyes showed a hint of complexity. He had already recognized that the figure following the second prince was the senior brother in his memory.
However, he was not the first familiar person Su Ming saw in the Ancient Burial Kingdom, but even so, the sigh from the bottom of his heart still echoed in Su Ming's heart and could not dissipate for a long time.
The headless figure was motionless, sitting cross-legged on the city, facing the direction of Su Ming. There was no life or death in it. It was as if the whole person was fixed there and became... a statue.
At the same time, the gate of the city suddenly opened on its own. As the gate opened, groups of soldiers in black armor slowly walked out of it with a uniform voice that shook the earth. Every figure here, physically
Everything was filled with a strong aura of death. This aura was so strong that it instantly confused the sky, making the afternoon sunlight seem to turn black.
These figures, they are people of this land. After dying many years ago, they are now refined into corpse puppets and black armor, turning this city from a city of death into a world of corpse puppets.
"I am very happy to see you, old friend, in a foreign land. Please!" The moment the city gate opened, a majestic voice suddenly echoed from the palace in the city, spread in all directions, and fell into Su Ming's ears.
middle.
This voice belongs to the second prince.
Su Ming was silent for a moment. He held the little boy in his arms, walked past the black-armored corpse puppets, and walked into the city. In the city, he saw countless figures. Each of those figures was a corpse puppet, as if the entire city suddenly appeared.
Even if you take a closer look at the prosperity, it is also an illusion.
After walking through the crowd until he reached the outside of the palace in the city, Su Ming looked at the palace gate that had been opened. His eyes seemed to be traveling through the palace, and he saw the figure sitting on the imperial chair in the middle of the palace.
It was a figure wearing imperial robes and an imperial crown, but he was in the darkness and couldn't see clearly.
In silence, Su Ming walked along the bluestone road and the steps until he entered the palace in the middle and saw the man sitting on the imperial chair.
The face was exactly the same as that of the second prince, but the feeling given to Su Ming was different from the familiar one he once had.
"Di Tian." Su Ming spoke softly.
"It's me!" The man in the emperor's robe smiled when he heard this, and stood up suddenly. When he walked out of the darkness, although he was different in appearance from the Emperor Tian in Su Ming's memory, he still had that kind of momentum.
, no one else but Ditian.
There was still a whirlpool in Ditian's right eye. The whirlpool was like a seal. But what was sealed in the whirlpool now was a struggling and roaring soul. That soul was the second prince.
Two hundred years later, Su Ming didn't know how Di Tian was able to turn his back on guests, but he thought that with Di Tian's sophistication, and that he and Su Xuanyi could calculate thousands of years of scheming, how could this person be so successful in Sang Xiang's world?
After the destruction, judging from the fact that he was connected to Su Ming's fate and escaped the disaster, it is obvious that he is definitely not under the control of the second prince. As long as he is given a chance, he can replace the second prince.
"In the seventh Sang Xiang, Su Ming, the most talented cultivator in countless epochs, witnessed the destruction of Sang Xiang with his own eyes. In front of Xuan Zang, he still chose to take action. Su Ming, we... haven't seen each other for a long time."
When Di Tian spoke calmly, he took a step forward. His voice echoed in all directions, shaking the entire palace and making the world outside seem more chaotic.
"Because of you, I was able to escape death. Because of you, I stepped into that illusory world together. For many years, I was suppressed by the ridiculous second prince. But I always understood that I am Emperor Tian,
I am definitely not the second prince, because he is just a prince, and I... am the emperor of the immortal clan!" Di Tian took another step, and when he took this step, he stood directly in front of Su Ming, looking at Su Ming
Looking.
"Don't you realize that the world we are in now... is different from the Ancient Burial Kingdom? The world of the Ancient Burial Kingdom is false, but this place... is real!" Di Tian Da Xiuyi said
Immediately, bursts of black smoke filled the air, and in an instant, a huge table formed between him and Su Ming.
There were countless drinks on it, and there were some corpse puppets around, singing and dancing silently. Only the stiff movements, the pervasive aura of death, and the dim light here made everything full of weird atmosphere.
"We treat old friends in a foreign land like a feast. Su Ming, do you dare to drink the wine here?" Di Tian smiled slightly and looked at Su Ming as proudly as ever.
Su Ming was silent. He held the little boy in his arms and looked at the Emperor Tian in front of him. His expression gradually filled with sadness. He was sad that the illustrious Emperor Tian in the Sangxiang Realm had been lost in this world.
Or maybe he was willing to get lost, otherwise with Di Tian's firm mind, it would be difficult for him to get lost if he didn't want to.
"What are you... for?" Su Ming sighed softly. To Su Ming, Emperor Tian was an enemy or an old friend. The fate of the two of them was determined by Su Ming's Jiu Sheng Dao Spirit.
The sound has been cut off, but after all... This is the second person Su Ming has encountered with self-awareness besides Bei Qiong. But seeing the other person lost now, this feeling makes Su Ming have no choice but to
sigh.
He looked at Di Tian, and his eyes finally landed around the imperial chair behind Di Tian, where Su Ming seemed to see the answer.
"Su Ming, do you dare to drink?" Di Tian did not answer Su Ming's question, but spoke with a smile. With his eyes shining, Su Ming looked at Di Tian deeply, turned around and walked out of the palace.
Behind him, Di Tian's laughter echoed, and that smile seemed to be sending Su Ming off. It was not until Su Ming left the palace that the laughter gradually dissipated. In the palace, the singing and dancing were still there, but Di Tian's face was
Sadness gradually emerged.
He turned around silently and walked to the imperial chair. There was a formation around the imperial chair. In the dark light of this formation, several corpses could be faintly seen. Each corpse's
Runes were carved in blood on their faces.
Di Tian stood there in a daze, looking at the corpses. Gradually, the gloominess in his expression disappeared, and was replaced by determination.
"I promised you that I will resurrect you in that new world... This is my promise!" Di Tian murmured, slowly sitting on his imperial chair, his figure slowly
Back into the darkness...I can't see clearly, I can't see.
"Only I think this is true. After you are resurrected, you will not doubt that this is false. I am lost in exchange for your existence. This matter... Even if it is wrong, I...
Accept." Ditian's face showed bitterness. When he looked at the singing and dancing corpse puppets from the darkness, he gradually heard the music. Gradually, the stiff corpse puppets in his eyes became animated, as if they had become life. However, in
With this look in his eyes, his sighs could not stop singing and dancing, they could not be heard outside the palace, and no one could hear them.
Between destruction and glory, on the edge of reality and loss, when Ditian heard the sounds of singing and dancing and saw the corpses looking like real people, he was already willing to get lost.