Accompanied by the wail before the demise of the Heavenly Dao, the prehistoric land cracked open, and the area of the scattered fragments was even half the size of the prehistoric land.
The law of dispersion wrapped and protected the thousands of fragments, gradually forming independent small worlds, orbiting the remaining prehistoric places in the middle - today's four major continents - in accordance with star orbits, forming a majestic galaxy.
The way of heaven is dead, the ghosts are howling, and they are crowding around to rejoice in the birth of a new master, but there is no joy on Xi's face.
He lowered his head slightly and raised his hand, a dark flame burning in his hand.
Black flames, so ugly.
Even if A Tong saw him like this, he wouldn't like him, right
so…
Atong, look, I'm so ugly.
When will you come back, I will wait for you, come back and scold me.
My heart felt like it was being cut back and forth by a sharp sword, every nerve was cramping, and every cell was trembling. My heart was filled with lead, cold and hard, and it was weighing heavily on my chest, almost bursting my chest.
Atong.
I really... miss you so much.
He showed a bleak smile, closed his eyes and spread out his arms to dissipate the magic power, allowing his body to completely lose control and fall towards the endless sea of underworld.
Tick tock.
He seemed to have fallen into an illusory world, his soul separated from his body, translucent and shiny, and he stepped on a piece of clear water with his bare feet.
The sky is a magnificent rose red, glowing with colorful rays of light, but the water on the ground is golden, reflecting the gorgeous aurora in the sky.
This place looks like a soup valley, with towering hibiscus trees growing in the distance, but it doesn't look like a soup valley because there is a person sitting under the tree.
The figure looked back, and the girl smiled happily: "Xi, are you here?"
He walked towards that side in a daze, his steps making ripples on the water, but he stared at the girl without blinking, his voice choked with sobs: "A Tong...?"
The girl hummed softly, and her smile became brighter. She stood up slowly, and then Xi realized that her body was also transparent—
And it is composed of countless rays of light. As the wind blows, the rays of light disperse little by little, like a graceful sculpture, gradually disappearing between heaven and earth.
A Tong…
Xi reacted suddenly and ran there, but when he was only a foot away from her, there seemed to be a transparent wall in the air, soft but tough in texture, hindering his progress:
"A Tong! A Tong, let me go! Let me go! Let me hug you, and then let me hug you, okay?"
He panicked, beat the wall frantically, lit up black golden crow fire, used knives, guns and swords, but he couldn't break through no matter what.
"You can't get in," she laughed. "This is the source of the River of Forgetfulness. I'm already dead. The distance between life and death is as close as the end of the world, but you can still fly across it in the world; but here, life and death are , it can never be crossed.”
Xi Aai leaned against the wall and stretched out her hands to try to break through the isolation: "A Tong, I killed Tiandao, please let me accompany you? - Don't leave, don't leave!"
Tong Su tilted her head, and the smile in her clear eyes became softer, but she was shaking her head firmly:
"I have to go. At the end of the River of Forgetfulness is the underworld. The underworld and the sea are the destination of death. You should go back. This is the tomb of the underworld. You shouldn't come here."
"No! Don't! It's too cold in Wangchuan. Atong, don't go, don't go, okay? Don't leave me alone, don't leave me..."