The heaven and earth are silent, and the eternal night in the fairyland is deep under the moonlight.
In the center of the earth, a huge body with only a vague skeleton was coiled on the charred charcoal. The clouds covering the entire fairyland remained flowing and fell into stillness.
A gap opened in the bright moon.
It was as if there was a huge eye peering into the small world of the small garden from the outside.
There was an unspeakable amusement in his eyes.
On the land where the clouds are flowing and still, a black shadow like smoke and mist stands high, and the shape of a dragon can be vaguely seen.
There was a slit in the red eye on the right side.
A short red blade pierced out from the red eye, as if it was inserted into the glass.
With a little force, the still smoke will shatter with the force of the rotation of the tip of the knife.
It is obviously in the form of smoke, but it is like a full-carbon aerogel under an optical microscope. It appears flocculent overall, but maintains a hard solid state.
Knock it up hard, and pieces will fall from the top.
Everything seemed eerily still.
Even the fragments falling from the red pupils were floating in the air, motionless.
Everything you see is black and white.
Suddenly, the sky began to shake.
The eternal night in the fairyland illuminated by the bright moon is like a thin paper curtain. Someone poked an eye somewhere, and then a huge 'finger' tapped lightly along the hole in the sky dome.
, and then pull it open.
tear apart
The sky instantly shattered with the movement of his fingers.
But everything remained still.
The owner of the 'finger' seemed a little angry, but the 'curtain' of the sky seemed too thin to withstand his efforts. With just a 'light' touch, the sky was like a thin brittle film covering the entire ceiling area.
Like a biscuit, under this 'huge' force, cracks as fine as spider webs were cracked.
Fairyland is always still.
Even if the sky falls, nothing will happen.
It's just that the eternal night has been shattered, and it has always hung in the eternal night sky. Half of the moon, like a rendering of a curtain, has been torn off. It is still hanging on the 'dome' curtain with difficulty despite the dense network of countless fine networks.
Like the real thing.
The big hand seemed a little annoyed by this small world like a cardboard box. The big hand slapped the dome, and the sky cracked in pieces.
The pieces of 'sky' that were supposed to fall were stagnant in the sky because of the 'stillness' in the fairyland.
The ‘sky’ is already in a mess.
Suddenly, under the impact of an unimaginable huge force, the entire fairyland rolled and scattered like overturned building blocks.
The sky, the earth, the moon, the eternal night, the clouds, the charred cherry trees in the center and the afterimage of the coiled dragon, everything fell over like scattered building blocks, but with the force of stillness, they were stuck in mid-air.
.
But absolute stillness is gone.
The scene of being scattered along the inertia like building blocks represents the disappearance of ‘stillness’.
The world of Xianxiang is like a computer screen with a bug, tilted at an angle of thirty degrees.
But so what?
There is no longer anyone who ‘exists’ in the fairyland.
Only the body of the Immortal Peak Master remained still, tilted at a thirty-degree angle with the world, and his expression remained the same state of shock as before the moment the sky shattered.
He doesn't exist.
The field of vision gradually stretched, and the heavy fog shrouding the Ashina Land suddenly gathered and then became dense.
There is only a cave entrance left between the cliffs. The cave entrance is extremely narrow and can only pass through for one person.
The countless internal soldiers stationed at the foot of Ashina Mountain also remained stationary, but they were still living in the midst of life. However, as the surrounding fog gradually thickened, they were swallowed up by some invisible 'field'.
Leave no trace behind.
It's as if all traces of its existence have been erased.
In Ashina Castle, the people who gathered in front of the castle tower because of the earthquake always maintained the appearance of the initial commotion, but they also remained still. In a black and white world, everything stayed in the last second of memory, and no one saw it.
A huge hole opened in the sky among the mountains in the distance.
The black dragon's body, which is unimaginably huge in the eyes of mortals, is only of a shabby level when it falls to Xianxiang, which remains tilted. The atomized body stuck in Xianxiang is directly cut off, and the remaining part is connected to the fairyland.
Fairyland is completely broken.
The cracks were as smooth and bright as if they had been polished, without the slightest trace of roughness.
Not only that, even the fragments that shattered and fell under the spider-web sky and then stagnated in mid-air were all cubes. At most, they fell in different directions.
This is the basis of this world.
There are many things contained in the cube.
Part of the night, part of the sky, part of the ground, and part of it wrapped around the left leg of the Immortal Peak Master.
The other cube contains the torso and right leg.
There are arms there, here's the head, and here's half the butt.
Everything remains intact.
Just like this world is.
All matter, consciousness, existence, and thoughts here are meaningless.
They only exist because of one person's idea.
One can also die because of one thought of a person.
They can be rich, they can be poor, they can be in war, they can be in peace.
There is no right or wrong.
Because the Being who created all existence here did not make a plan for them.
Suddenly, the stillness of black and white suddenly disappeared.
All existence collapsed.
There is no magnificence or emotion, just like a sand castle being suddenly knocked down, instantly falling from 'visible' to 'invisible'.
Nothing to see.
This is just a fragile world like a small garden.
It was knocked down in one fell swoop.
...
Take a deep breath.
breathe.
suck.
As consciousness and time passed at the same time, my heart was beating loudly in my chest.
A girl about sixteen years old struggled to open her eyes, but her eyes were filled with confusion.
Before he could start to receive information from the outside world, a huge torrent of information suddenly burst out from his mind.
Because there are no pain-sensing nerves in the brain, the girl did not feel pain, but her spirit was shaken by the huge torrent of information.
"Miko."
"Miko."
"Miko."
"Miko..."
Men, women, old people, young people.
A period of life, a period of experience, a constant intertwining of love and hate, constant joy, anger and sorrow.
Eight hundred years of soul experience caused her to have her own memory and existence erased in an instant. Human memory storage capacity does not allow her to accept such a huge amount of years of experience.
The huge amount of information caused her to lose consciousness in an instant.
However, the string of red sandalwood hanging on her wrist shone slightly, preventing her from dying mentally.
His head tilted, and with a clang from his original sitting posture, he hit the golden Buddha lotus under him.
If she could open her eyes and maintain vision for a second or two longer, she might thank herself for fainting.
That is a huge dragon head.
Dragon head floating on the clouds.
The girl's position was at the protrusion on the dragon's head where the horns should have been.
However, the dragon's horns had been cut off by something unknown.
Two golden lotus flowers were poured on this corner.
The girl is sitting on the right.
The golden lotus platform on the left was empty.
Bang.
Bang.
A man with a strong build and short hair that had already reached his shoulders climbed up from the golden lotus pedestal on the left side to the center of the dragon's head with a calm expression.
Punch after punch, he used the bulge of his middle finger to hit Long Shou on the forehead.
In the middle of the dragon's eyebrows, there is an old woman's head embedded.
There are no other parts, just a head.
The skin folds were decayed, and his head was pale and bald, with nearly half of it bald, but his eyes were open.
Han Baiyi punched her right eye one after another.
A long red knife as small as a dagger stabbed into her right eye, and the man punched it one after another.
Until that eye, half of its socket was shattered.
The old face suddenly opened its mouth.
"Don't you want it?"
"Longevity..."
Her voice has a mature and hoarse charm, and is still as beautiful as in her soul world.
Han Baiyi stopped his fists and stared straight at the last head in front of him.