Su Xuan felt that he was infected by this peace, and his mottled heart felt calm.
The Lord of the Plains is a very kind old man.
Calm and confident, strong but gentle.
Among the creatures Su Xuan had seen in his life, there were few that made him feel more comfortable than the old man in front of him.
It is like the spring breeze in March and the warm sun in cold winter, which always makes people feel comfortable and warm involuntarily.
"Master Divine Bird, welcome to my Silver Plain."
The Lord of the Plains chuckled.
Su Xuan was surprised that the old man recognized him.
Over the years he has traveled across the underworld, and no one has ever mentioned that he is a divine bird.
The Lord of the Plains just smiled gently: "Times cover up history, but will and belief are everywhere.
I once felt the supreme faith of the Lord of Origin and learned of your existence."
Su Xuan was startled and then felt sad.
He...missed the mountains and seas very much.
"Master Divine Bird, you can live here with peace of mind.
In today's vast wilderness, this is definitely the most peaceful place.
No one will bother you without your permission."
The Lord of the Plains continued.
Su Xuan's eyes showed gratitude.
Many years have passed and he is still unable to speak.
I don’t know whether it’s the price of immortality or the obstacle of fate. Maybe I won’t be able to say a word in this life, not even a word about mountains and seas, nor a word about relatives.
The Lord of the Plains smiled and bowed respectfully to Su Xuan: "May the Silver Plains... become your second home."
Said.
The Lord of the Plains departs.
Su Xuan looked at this peaceful land and silently wished that everything would be well here and that war and destruction would never spread to this place.
This world has already suffered destruction once, and it should not happen again.
Next.
Su Xuan lives peacefully in the Silver Plain, occasionally flying out of his place of residence.
The creatures of the Silver Plain exclaimed with admiration and friendliness...their eyes revealed the color that Su Xuan liked.
The days passed peacefully.
Su Xuan enjoyed the tranquility and was reluctant to communicate with others because the pain of the past had not been completely erased.
But this day.
A little boy sneaked into his place of residence.
The little boy crossed his arms, a little embarrassed, but very proud.
"Hahaha, there is no place in the entire Silver Plain that I can't break into!"
then.
The little boy looked at Su Xuan: "Bird... others call you Lord Bird, but I don't.
My name is Tian, you can call me big brother."
Su Xuan: "..." "Of course, I am not a brainless person.
You can call me brother later. You can call me when I get stronger. Now you can call me Xiaotian..." "As for you...Xiaoqing, Daqing, Qingqing, Ahqing..." "Tsk, let's call you Ahqing.
, when I shouted this, your eyes seemed to blink."
The little boy was talking to himself and was a complete chatterbox.
Su Xuan was in a daze, he hadn't heard someone call him that for a long time.
He also stared at the boy Xiaotian curiously, wondering how he got in. After all, there was a strong barrier outside.
And...he is so courageous.
And just when Xiaotian wanted to say something else.
"Xiaotian, you ran away again!"
The Lord of the Plains ran over, with a rare expression of helplessness on his gentle face.
Said.
The Lord of the Plains picked up Xiaotian's neck and said apologetically: "Master Divine Bird, please don't blame the child for being naughty."
Su Xuan shook his head indifferently.
"Old man, what are you talking nonsense about? I'm here to make friends with Ah Qing, so don't talk nonsense!"
Xiaotian yelled.
The Lord of the Plains was rarely angry. He knocked Xiaotian on the head and apologized several times before taking him away.
Su Xuan shook his head and laughed. He really didn't care, he just thought this little boy was a bit interesting.
But a few days later.
When the little boy appeared in front of him again, Su Xuan was speechless.
He always seems to sneak in.
"Haha, the last self-introduction doesn't count.
Today I will say it again, my name is Tian, you can call me Xiaotian, I will call you Aqing, and we will be friends from now on!"
Xiaotian laughed.
Su Xuan: "..." In the following days.
There were some ripples in Su Xuan's ordinary days.
The little boy would sneak in every now and then, no matter how warned the Lord of the Plains was, it was useless.
Su Xuan was a little annoyed at first, but later he felt that life like this was actually not bad, so he just let nature take its course.
And later.
Su Xuan knew that the last time Xiaotian sneaked here, he made a bet with other friends, saying that as long as he could come in here, the children would play with him... The Lord of the Plains told Su Xuan that Xiaotian had ancient magic left in him.
curse.
Although everyone in Silver Plain treats him well, they are not willing to associate with him.
Xiaotian is a lonely child.
Su Xuan was surprised and wanted to know what the curse was.
The Lord of the Plains just told Su Xuan that he was related to immortals... From then on.
Su Xuan would occasionally communicate with Xiao Tian, which made the little boy overjoyed.
But what depressed Su Xuan was that this little kid would sometimes catch bugs and feed them to him, which made Su Xuan disgusted... Time was running out.
Su Xuan is as always.
The little boy started to grow up.
Su Xuan liked this very much. The growth in life was great and gave him great courage and faith to live.
Su Xuan originally thought life would always be like this.
Occasionally, Su Xuan would think that if the little god got old one day, he would be very sad.
But he also thought that if Xiaotian could spend this life happily, it would be a very fulfilling destination.
Immortality...sometimes requires great courage.
Can.
The annual rings of time are always turning quietly.
Fate will not stop just because Su Xuan is unhappy.
This day.
Many strong men came to the Silver Plains.
There are the holy beasts from the snowy area, the Taiping Saint Master and other human races in the sky, and even the demons and ancestral witches from the underworld mountains... They all came to pay homage to Su Xuan.
"Master Divine Bird, we have gained insight into the catastrophe of the immortals many years ago, and know that you are the only one left, so we come here to ask for advice."
They all worshiped Su Xuan.
Su Xuan was stunned, with uncontrollable sadness in his eyes.
That was the past that he didn't want to mention.
"Master Divine Bird, the disaster is not over yet, the immortals will come again, please guide us..." they continued.
but.
Su Xuan finally shook his head and imprinted everything he experienced into a picture to let them know about that ancient time.
Many strong men were horrified, but also silent.
The immortals were so powerful that they felt suffocated.
Su Xuan finally said that although he was immortal, his power had been exhausted and he could not help them much.
final.
Many strong men left.
but.
They informed Su Xuan before leaving.
The disaster is about to come, and they can only fight, fight, fight... They can't stop the immortals from coming, and they are more likely to perish, but they have the right to choose how to fight, or how to die.
Su Xuan looked at their retreating figures, which was very similar to the scene when Shanhai left.
The same heroism, the same desperation, the same fearlessness... Su Xuan's heart was touched, but he also felt deeply powerless.
Many powerful men also invited Silver Plains to join the conspiracy, but the Lord of the Plains refused.
He didn't want his peaceful race to be tainted by war.
The Lord of the Plains only said that if a war comes, he himself will take action...after a long time.
Side corner.
Xiaotian walked out dully.
He looked up at Su Xuan and whispered: "Aqing, are we going to fight?"
Su Xuan's eyes trembled.
The grown-up little Tianfeng Shen is handsome, cheerful and free-spirited.
but.
It seemed like he could no longer protect the boy he had watched grow up.
Xiaotian continued: "Many elders say that the Silver Plain is a peaceful place, and we are born to yearn for peace.
But if the immortals want to kill us, do we have to keep this peace and not choose to fight?"
There was fire in the young man's eyes, whether it was anger or unwillingness.
At this moment, the young man is still unable to strengthen his beliefs and find his own persistence.
But he knows that yearning for peace does not mean compromise and concession!