In a deserted alley, a red-eyed figure hiding in the darkness whispered softly under the moonlight.
"What did you say?!"
The silver-haired girl's eyes lit up with hope, "Do you know how I can get back?"
"To be precise, it's the one behind me who knows." The shadow replied calmly, "He said that you have the aura of the real world. Only by completely completing the dimension upgrade and breaking the barriers of the world can you find the way home..."
"The real world? What do you mean? This world is fake?"
"I don't know the details."
"Then what should I do to upgrade my dimension?"
The black shadow didn't say anything. He flicked his fingertips and a piece of snow-white letter floated into Ji Nian's hands, who immediately opened it and began to read.
Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. After a long while, she looked at the shadow again:
"Will this really allow me to go home?"
"That one never lies."
I read this letter several times and fell into deep thought...
"What do you think? Do you accept this deal?" Seeing that the girl was still hesitant, the black shadow asked again.
Ji Nian did not speak, but slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a pair of rings connected head to tail began to rotate slowly in her pupils, and an extremely mysterious aura emanated from her body!
When the black shadow saw this, he was shocked. The girl in front of him seemed like a different person. The emotions in her eyes completely disappeared, and she was as cold as a machine that knew everything!
Even the knowledgeable Black Shadow was shocked at this moment. He, who always claimed to be able to peek into the secrets of the world, actually had a feeling that he was seen through by someone at a glance, and the one who did all this was just a seemingly harmless girl.
Fortunately, this breath only lasted for a few seconds before it suddenly dissipated. Jinian's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked extremely haggard, as if he had been drained of energy.
She held onto the wall beside her with one hand, and a strange light flashed in her eyes as she looked at the letter. After hesitating for a moment, she rubbed the letter lightly with her fingertips, and the letter shattered into countless pixels and disappeared into the air.
"Okay... I accept this deal." Ji Nian said hoarsely.
"... You, what kind of ability is this?" Black Shadow couldn't help but ask.
"Taoist magic." Ji Nian paused, "It's inherited from our family. You won't understand even if I tell you."
Shadow: …
As a peeper, he was actually despised by a little girl...
"I have brought the letter. Goodbye." The black shadow pulled down the brim of his hat, bowed slightly to the girl, and the next moment he disappeared into the night sky without a trace.
Ji Nian took a deep breath, and her pale face finally regained some color. She put on her hood again and looked towards the bright moon.
"Lin Qiye..."
…
[2016]
"Teacher, what are we going to learn today?"
Looking at Zhou Ping's determined and expectant eyes, Uncle Shang suddenly felt a little tired.
"Learn how to control your power." He said, "Although your total mental power is not much inferior to mine, you still need to improve your control over the Forbidden Ruins. Otherwise, even if you own this endless treasure house, you won't be able to have the corresponding combat power."
"Oh." Zhou Ping nodded as if he understood, sitting in the shaking minibus. "But why do we have to go to the mountains to attend classes?"
"… Because your mental power is too strong. If something goes wrong in the process of control, half of Xijin City will explode."
Zhou Ping opened his mouth slightly with an expression of disbelief.
"Am I... so awesome?"
"… "
If Uncle Shang didn't know Zhou Ping's character, he would really think that the other party was in Versailles... It is no exaggeration to say that this young man in front of him, who looks like he has no brains at all, has almost the most powerful talent in history. Compared with him, even Wang Qing and Ye Fan, the two monsters, are inferior.
"Teacher, why don't you speak?" Zhou Ping asked cautiously, "Did I say something wrong again?"
“… No, I’m just tired.”
"oh."
The two fell silent again.
The driver looked back at Zhou Ping who was talking to himself, muttered something with a strange expression, and then opened the door of the minibus.
"We've arrived."
Zhou Ping got off the bus quickly. As if afraid that he would change his mind, the minibus sped away with its foot on the accelerator. Zhou Ping followed Uncle Shang's instructions and came to a large and deserted open space.
"For us, controlling mental power is actually the process of developing the power of the Forbidden Ruins to the maximum extent. If the Forbidden Ruins is compared to an engine, then mental power is the fuel used to drive the engine. Only by improving the conversion efficiency of the fuel can we maximize the power."
Uncle Shang floated beside Zhou Ping and said seriously, "Your Forbidden Ruins have never appeared in history, so the first task is to understand it first."
"Uh-huh."
Zhou Ping took out a notebook from somewhere and started taking notes seriously.
"..." Uncle Shang opened his mouth to persuade Zhou Ping, but seeing how serious Zhou Ping was, he didn't say much. "From your previous description, your forbidden ruins should be related to the 'heart' and the 'sword'..."
Zhou Ping paused for a moment.
He thought for a moment with some distress, and asked carefully:
"So... do you want to dig my heart out again?"
"???"
Uncle Shang pointed at the backpack on the ground, his face full of helplessness, "Why would I dig out your heart... Didn't I ask you to go to the toy store and buy a sword? Try this first."
"oh."
Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief, quickly opened his backpack, and took out a plastic package with an Ultraman pattern printed on it.
Seeing the clearly visible label "Suitable for babies aged 3 years and above" on the packaging, Uncle Shang's mouth twitched violently. He pointed at the plastic toy sword that was no longer than an arm and took a long time to utter:
"You... just bought this? You could have bought a wooden one!"
"Wooden swords are expensive, and I don't have the money."
"… "
Zhou Ping opened the plastic packaging and played with it in his hands, his eyes full of curiosity... After all, he had only seen this kind of thing in other children's hands when he was a child.
"Can this toy sword really be used?" Uncle Shang couldn't help but ask.
"Let me try."
Zhou Ping held the toy sword, raised his thumb solemnly, and pressed down the Ultraman head embedded in the hilt. With a click, the plastic sword body suddenly flashed red and yellow light bands!
"Ultraman Taiga!! Transform!!"
“Beep~beep~beep~beep~beep~beep~~~~”
The powerful electronic sound and the exciting BGM came from the sword, echoing in the deserted wilderness.
Uncle Shang: …
Uncle Shang was about to say something, but the next moment, an extremely sharp sword energy rushed up into the sky!
Ding!!!
The vast sword energy was like an invisible pillar piercing into the dome. The terrifying pressure instantly descended upon the wilderness. The sand and dust under the feet trembled slightly under the sweep of the sword energy and were uncontrollably swept into the sky!
Really? ! !
Uncle Shang looked at Zhou Ping standing in the sword energy, and the surprise on his face gradually turned into calmness, as if he was lost in thought.
Uncle Shang has seen too many powerful Forbidden Ruins and even Divine Ruins. Generally speaking, no matter how complex the abilities of a Forbidden Ruins seem, they fundamentally only have one characteristic. But Zhou Ping in front of him is an exception... Whether it's the colored heart or the terrifying sword energy, they don't have anything to do with each other no matter how you look at it
Does he possess two kinds of forbidden ruins
Snapped!
Just as Uncle Shang was lost in thought, a crisp explosion was heard from the front.
Amidst the chilling sword energy, the plastic toy Ultra Sword exploded into countless pieces. The passionate battle bgm came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, the sword energy that was rising into the sky also dissipated.
On the ground covered with sword marks, Zhou Ping stared blankly at the Ultraman toy sword in his hand, with heartache and guilt evident in his eyes.
"Teacher...it exploded." Zhou Ping whispered.
"..." Uncle Shang had an expression as if he had guessed it a long time ago, "How can a toy sword withstand the sword energy of your 'Klein' level? The fact that it can hold out for such a while shows that this toy manufacturer is quite conscientious."
"But the sword is gone, how can we continue the class?"
"Can you release sword energy without a sword?"
"Ah? Impossible?"
"Why?"
"The swordsmen in the books all hold swords. How can you use sword energy without a sword?" Zhou Ping asked as a matter of course.
Uncle Shang was slightly stunned, then seemed to realize something, "In a book? What book?"
Zhou Ping reached into his bag for a while.
"this."
Uncle Shang took the book from Zhou Ping's hand and looked down.
—"Swordsman".
Uncle Shang stood there for a long while, looking at Zhou Ping with a strange expression.
"What's wrong, teacher?"
"... Nothing." Uncle Shang said slowly, "Now that the sword is gone, let's take a rest... I'll go to the nearby woods to see if there are any branches that look like swords. You stay here and read your book while I wait for you."
"good."
Zhou Ping opened his portable stool, sat down on the spot, picked up the book and began to read carefully. Uncle Shang glanced at him and floated towards the woods in the distance.
Of course, he didn't really go looking for branches. Now he was just looking at them, so even if he found a branch, he couldn't bring it back... Uncle Shang stood in the middle of a dense jungle, observing Zhou Ping on the wasteland from a distance.
Although it was afternoon, the sky was not as bright as usual. Thick dark clouds gradually gathered over Xijin City. Under the dim sky, a heavy rain seemed to be brewing.
A strong wind blew up from the wilderness, and dust and sand were drifting, but Zhou Ping was completely unaware of it.
He held the book in his hand, sitting on a low stool, as if he had been completely immersed in the world of the book. Even though the strong wind had blown his clothes and the pages of the book flying, he stood still like a rock.
In this dark and barren world, his eyes are as bright as stars.
"This is… "
Uncle Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on Zhou Ping's right hand holding the book. His index finger was unconsciously moving in the void, as if simulating something, with wisps of subtle sword intent flowing from it.
Tick-tick-tick-
Raindrops fell from the dark clouds, soaking the earth. Birds took refuge under the dense forest.
At this moment, Zhou Ping seemed to have read something exciting and thrilling. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He held the book in ecstasy. Even though the umbrella was in his bag beside him, he had no intention of taking it... It was better to say that he didn't even notice that it was raining.
As the fight in the book became more intense, Zhou Ping's fingers moved unconsciously faster, and wisps of sword intent poured out of his body, as if countless translucent sword beams were interweaving in the void.
The falling raindrops had not yet touched Zhou Ping's clothes when they were shattered in mid-air by the sword intent. Even though the rain was getting heavier, not a single drop could touch the corner of his clothes.
The heavy rain irrigated the wilderness, and mist rose from the mountains, but the half-meter area near Zhou Ping was still as dry as before!
At this moment, Zhou Ping, who was immersed in the book, was like a god.
The dense rain penetrated Uncle Shang's body. He stared at Zhou Ping in the rain, with shock in his eyes...
"So that's why, no wonder..." He looked at Zhou Ping with a complicated and relieved look.
The clouds and rain in the mountains come quickly and go away quickly.
The heavy rain lasted for more than ten minutes and then slowly drifted away. Under the clear sky after the rain, the baptized mountains and forests released the fragrance of soil and grass. The sun enveloped the earth, and an illusory figure slowly walked towards them.
"Zhou Ping."
"Teacher?" Zhou Ping woke up as if from a dream when he heard Uncle Shang's call.
He held the book in his arms, and saw the wet ground around him from the corner of his eyes. He spoke blankly,
"Hey... why is the ground wet? Teacher, did it rain just now?"
Uncle Shang looked at the black-shirted boy in the sun, a gratified smile appeared on his lips. He patted Zhou Ping's shoulder and said softly:
"Humanity is so lucky to have you."
…
[2012]
On Mount Jiuhua.
Ye Fan walked up the stone steps to the top of the mountain with ease.
As the clouds got closer and closer to him, an ancient Buddhist temple came into view. The bright yellow walls were covered with dust and vines under the baptism of time. As the melodious bell rang, a ray of sunlight fell in front of the temple gate.
Ye Fan walked up the last step, patted the corners of his clothes, and stepped over the threshold.
"Master Junior, you're back?"
A young monk who was sweeping fallen leaves saw Ye Fan, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked forward quickly, holding a broom taller than himself.
"Good morning, Huiming." Ye Fan smiled and touched his head. "Where's the master?"
"The Archmage is meeting with guests."
"Meeting a guest? Who?"
"She's a pretty older sister, but she looks a little fierce... Oh, and she was wearing a dark red cloak, just like the one you wore before, Junior Master."
Hearing this, Ye Fan was slightly stunned, turned his head to look in the direction of the reception room, wondering what he was thinking about.
After hesitating for a moment, he walked straight to the reception room.
"Uncle Master, would you like to stay and have vegetarian meal with us today?" the young monk asked from behind.
“… probably not.”
Ye Fan walked through the front hall of the temple, thinking about something while walking quickly forward, when a figure bumped into him.
Ye Fan suddenly came to his senses and quickly dodged to the side, but the figure opposite him dodged faster than him. The two of them drew an arc behind the hall like Tai Chi, and then stopped and stared at each other.
"Huh?" Ye Fan looked at the stranger in front of him in surprise, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
It was a boy who was also wearing a monk's robe... No, strictly speaking, he was just a boy of seven or eight years old. Unlike the young monk Huiming, the boy in front of him did not have a shaved head, but the length of his hair was not much different from that of a shaved head. His face was cold and he looked inexplicably fierce despite his young age.
The young man glanced at him coldly and walked to the other end of the hall without looking back.
Ye Fan: …
Being ignored, Ye Fan had a subtle expression on his face. He looked at the back of the young man who was leaving, his heart full of curiosity.
He could feel that this child had an aura that was different from that of an ordinary person...
Ye Fan did not ask any further questions, but walked directly into the reception room. After all, the child was also a member of this temple, and Master Jin Chan should be able to answer his doubts.
The reception room was a slightly empty Zen room. On top of the simple bed, there were a few chairs and a wooden table. At this moment, there were two people sitting on each side of the wooden table. One was the Great Master Jinchan wearing a cassock, and the other was a woman wearing a dark red cloak.
"Hey, little Ye Fan is back?" When the woman saw Ye Fan coming, her beautiful eyes suddenly curved into crescents, and she smiled and said,
"Come on, come on, I just got a new batch of treasures, come and try them!"
As she spoke, she pulled out a silver wine jug from behind her buttocks. As the lid was opened, the rich aroma of wine immediately filled the entire reception room.
Seeing this, the Golden Cicada Mage on the opposite side spoke helplessly:
"Donor Wang Qing... please be careful, this is an important Buddhist place."
"What happened to this important Buddhist place?"
"Drinking is not allowed in this sacred Buddhist place."
"What evidence do you have to prove that what I put in here is alcohol?" Wang Qing burped and grinned, "What I put in here is natural mineral water."
“… Donor, even I can smell the aroma of this wine.”
"Really?" Wang Qing blinked and turned to look at Ye Fan, "Do you smell the alcohol?"
Ye Fan: …
Under the gaze of the two people, Ye Fan's body suddenly stiffened.
"... Commander, please stop playing around." Ye Fan said bitterly, "After all, this is my master's territory, let's be more restrained..."
"Commander? Who are you calling?"
"... Wang... Sister Wang." Ye Fan almost gritted his teeth and shouted out these three words.
Wang Qing laughed loudly and then twisted up the wine jug. The Golden Cicada Master beside him finally relaxed and took a deep breath of air...
"But... why are you here?" Ye Fan asked the doubts in his heart.
"Oh, I'll come get some help."
Wang Qing secretly glanced at the Golden Cicada Mage opposite him, then sighed and said in distress, "Xiao Yefan, you don't know how difficult Daxia is this time... I received news this morning that those guys in the fog have come to Daxia, and in addition to Gaia, there are two or three other main gods from Olympus who have taken action together. There is also news that the god of trickery Loki has also made some moves... So that means there are five, six, seven, eight or nine main gods!
They will arrive in Daxia tomorrow at the latest, and by then, there will be another massacre of people... How can we, the few humans who can stand up to so many gods?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's pupils shrank slightly.
"The God War is coming? So soon?"
"So, we need to find help." Wang Qing raised her head this time and looked at the Great Mage Jinchan eagerly, with fiery and hopeful eyes. "It's hard for us mortals to support Daxia through this disaster... Master, do you understand what I mean?"
Ye Fan also looked towards the Great Master Jinchan, and doubts arose in his heart...
Helpers? The power of mortals? What is the commander hinting at
"It's not that I don't want to help... I just can't." Master Jinchan shook his head, "Although I used a secret method to reincarnate quickly, my cultivation has not yet fully recovered... Let alone the main god, even if it is a secondary god, I can't win."
"When will you recover?"
"To recover to the point where we can fight against God... it will take at least ten years."
Hearing this, Wang Qing fell on the table like a deflated ball, with empty eyes, muttering words like "Daxia is finished", "It's over", "This old guy is really of no help", "Why don't we tear down this temple to stimulate him", etc., which made Master Jinchan's eyelids twitch.
"Master, Commander...what are you talking about?" Ye Fan asked in confusion.
Wang Qing lay on the table, waved her hands, and said with a look of despair, "I'll tell you later..."
“Donor Wang Qing, I have said what I need to say… While there is still time, instead of wasting time here, you should make some more preparations.” Master Jin Chan said slowly, “Although this calamity is fierce, it is not necessarily a fatal situation. Perhaps, everything can turn around.”
"You old idiot, you're useless every day and just act like a riddle teller."
Wang Qing rolled her eyes, took out the wine jug and drank it all in front of Master Jin Chan, then walked straight out the door.
Ye Fan was about to catch up when the great wizard Jin Chan behind him suddenly spoke:
"Ye Fan, please stay for a moment."
Ye Fan stopped.
"What's wrong, Master?"
The eyes of the great magician Jinchan stared at Ye Fan, as if he saw through something.
"Have you been in contact with anyone recently?"
"people?"
"You have an extra luck."
"Luck?" Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's mind suddenly appeared the image of little Zhou Ping, "Yes, I met a child... an incredible child."
"This child's fate is not simple..." Master Jinchan's eyes were deep, "This child is the sword of the best in the world. If he can be fully trained in the mortal world, he will definitely support the fate of all living beings in the world... It's a pity..."
"What a pity? What a pity?" Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat.
"It's a pity that this boy has a calamity in his life. Even if the sound of the sword resounds throughout the universe, it will only be a flash in the pan. He cannot escape the fate of being destroyed by the sword and killed by himself..."
Ye Fan stood there in a daze.
"How could this happen? Is there no way to overcome this calamity?"
Putting aside his talent, although Ye Fan had only been in contact with Zhou Ping for a short time, the other party's purity of character was really likable... Otherwise, he would not have risked being punished and secretly helped Zhou Ping get rid of the couple.
At this moment, Ye Fan hadn't seen Zhou Ping rise and shine in this world, but now he heard that he was going to die... How could he be willing
"There is a way to overcome the calamity... indeed." Master Jin Chan looked at Ye Fan meaningfully, "The sword is easy to break because there is no scabbard to protect it... He can't escape that calamity unless someone takes it for him."
"Scabbard?"
Ye Fan was slightly startled when he saw the gaze of Master Jinchan, and then he seemed to realize something, "You mean..."
Ye Fan did not finish the rest of the sentence. As a disciple of the Golden Cicada Master, his comprehension was naturally not low. The figure of the young man holding the sword appeared in his mind again. He saw the best side of humanity in the young man, and also saw the future of humanity.
I'll wait for you to grow up.
Ye Fan thought of what he had said, feeling somewhat helpless and a little surprised... Perhaps when he said that, his fate was already determined.
"In that case, I will protect him and serve as his scabbard." Ye Fan said calmly.
"Have you...really thought it through?"
"Ye Fan knows that his talent is limited, and he may not be able to break the barrier between humans and gods in this lifetime... If sacrificing myself can bring a peerless sword to mankind, then why not?" Ye Fan smiled, "What's more, he is really good."
Master Jinchan stared at Ye Fan for a long time and sighed.
"Since you have made up your mind, I will not say any more... Go and help Donor Wang Qing. Next, Da Xia will face a fierce battle."
"yes."
Ye Fan turned around and was about to leave, then seemed to remember something and turned around and asked:
"By the way, Master, I just saw a young man I've never seen before in the back of the temple. Who is he?"
"Him?" Master Jinchan smiled.
"His name is Cao Yuan."
…
"Jingle Bell-"
A crisp cell phone ringtone rang out, and Uncle Shang frowned slightly in the black-sailed boat floating on the sea.
He closed his eyes, fumbled for the phone, and pressed the dial button.
"Hello? Commander Wang Qing?"
"… "
Uncle Shang frowned more and more after hearing what the person on the other end of the phone said. He was silent for a moment, and his voice was a little hoarse:
"Are they finally coming..."
"I understand. I'll be there now."
Uncle Shang hung up the phone. The dim lights flickered on the boat, and he was like a stone statue, motionless.
…
[2016]
The minibus was bumping and shaking on the rugged mountain road. There were only two or three passengers in the empty car. Even so, there was still a young man hiding in the edge of the back row, separating himself from the others and hiding himself tightly.
Boom-boom-boom…
As the car body bumped, the sleeping Zhou Ping's head hit the window again and again, but he showed no sign of waking up, and his forehead was a little red.
Looking at Zhou Ping who was exhausted beside him, Uncle Shang sighed.
Since he understood Zhou Ping's forbidden ruins principle, Shang Shu immediately conducted a series of experiments on the characteristics of forbidden ruins and tailored a set of training methods for Zhou Ping. He dictated and Zhou Ping wrote frantically. By the time the sun went down, he had written a full soft copy.
After suffering such "torture", even Zhou Ping, who was at the "Klein" level, couldn't stand it anymore. He fell asleep as soon as he sat on the minibus.
The setting sun shone through the dusty car window onto Zhou Ping's sleeping cheek. As he breathed evenly and steadily, the sunset glow seemed to be washed clean, as clean as a pale gold work of art.
Uncle Shang sat aside, just looking at him quietly.
Zhou Ping is his student, the most special student, and most likely the last student.
He wanted to accompany this student for a longer time and witness his growth with his own eyes, but unfortunately, their fate seemed to have come to an end.
"Zhou Ping." Uncle Shang said softly.
Zhou Ping was still sleeping, his forehead knocking against the window again and again.
"Zhou Ping."
"Ah?" Zhou Ping suddenly woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "What's wrong, teacher? Is it time to get off the bus?"
"... Yeah." Uncle Shang glanced at the minibus that was about to arrive at the station, "You should get off..."
"oh… "
Zhou Ping immediately started picking up the bag.
"Zhou Ping, you must practice what I taught you seriously. As long as you follow the above methods, you will soon be able to control your power skillfully. Don't slack off for a day. Do you understand?"
"Of course." Zhou Ping nodded heavily, "I will definitely complete the homework assigned by the teacher."
"Perhaps soon, a group of people wearing dark red cloaks will come to you. You can trust them and use your sword to protect them, understand?"
Zhou Ping didn't seem to understand what Uncle Shang meant, but he nodded anyway:
"Yes, I will."
"Also, don't be too naive... Maybe you can watch "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and be more careful."
"Ah?" Zhou Ping scratched his head, "Teacher, why do I feel like... you're leaving?"
"The teacher won't leave, it's you who should leave."
Uncle Shang pointed to the open car door and the road covered with golden sunset, "You still have a long way to go, remember to always keep your original heart..."
Zhou Ping wanted to say something, but Uncle Shang urged him to speak:
"It's time to go. The teacher will be behind you."
"… Um."
Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Ping carried his bag, walked through the crowded seats, and got off the muddy minibus.
With the breeze blowing on his face, Zhou Ping finally sobered up a little. He turned around and was about to say something to Uncle Shang, but the gray-haired figure was no longer on the minibus... The old door of the minibus slowly closed, and the humming sound of the engine sounded. Before Zhou Ping could even open his mouth, the bus drove towards the direction of the setting sun.
He stood in the dusk, staring blankly in the direction where the vehicles were heading, like a sculpture, motionless.
"teacher… "
He muttered to himself.
…
Inside the Wupeng boat.
The gaze that transcended time returned to the body, and the eyes covered with blood scabs trembled as they opened, revealing a blurry bloody world.
“Do you still have some vision left…” Uncle Shang squinted his eyes, looked around, and spoke with a wry smile.
He waved his hand gently, and the floating pontoon boat finally started to move, gliding across the calm sea and heading slowly in a certain direction...
At this moment, Uncle Shang let out a light exclamation, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sea ahead again.
At some point, a figure appeared on the sea!
The moment he spotted the figure, an unprecedented feeling of oppression surged into Uncle Shang's heart. Before his pupils could shrink, the boundless sea surface suddenly stagnated, as if someone had pressed the pause button of the world. The water flow froze, blocking the moving ship like cement, making it unable to move forward at all!
Kamui? !!!
Uncle Shang was shocked.
How come it's coming so fast?! Didn't you say tomorrow?!
He squinted his eyes and looked at the figure frozen on the sea. In the blur, he saw an old man in black, leaning on a cane, walking slowly towards him.
"Nice eyes." The old man in black looked at Uncle Shang's eyes full of blood clots and spoke calmly.
"Would you like to make a deal with me?"
"Who... are you?!" Uncle Shang spoke with gritted teeth, bearing the divine power.
The old man in black stopped and in his dark pupils, it seemed as if a long river of time was flowing, and an indescribable sense of mystery filled the world.
"My name is... Chronos."