"What are you daydreaming about?"
A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Zhu Changyang was suddenly awakened from his memories. He raised his eyes and met the pair of starry eyes that were deliberately disguised as black. A hint of blood could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the glass-like pupils.
"Jun..." Zhu Changyang unconsciously raised his hand and gently stroked his face, rubbing his thumb gently on his cheek, "So, so..."
What it was, I couldn't tell.
Fragments of memories belonging to "Shuo Hui" are still pouring in.
He saw "Shuohui" and "Jun" passing through the Land of Ten Thousand Demons and heading towards the northern border. They walked across glaciers and grasslands and went to one mortal realm after another.
Whenever he stayed in the mortal world, "Shuohui" would help the mortals make water wheels and farm tools, and "Jun" would find some fun out of boredom, sometimes using the sword of destruction to chop wood for the mortals, sometimes lending the bench and puppy to the children to play with, and even taking the bench to hunt. When he saw something he wanted, he knew how to "borrow" or "buy on credit", but in the end Shuohui would always go back to pay him back...
They headed eastwards to the sea, where they saw mermaids and strange beasts like giant turtles from ancient times. They then followed the guide of the star Canopus, crossed mountains and ridges, and returned all the way to the southwest, all the way to Yongze City, the hometown of "Shuohui".
Jun Shu's face was suddenly held in his hands, and he couldn't help but feel hot. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I just remembered," Zhu Changyang smiled faintly, "It turns out that we have been to so many places together."
"But it's only half of the continent." Jun Shu didn't take it seriously, blinked, and continued, "When the rain stops, we will go back to the Land of Ten Thousand Demons together."
Those demons were really troublesome. After going around in circles, they finally found his whereabouts. Recently, they have been sending people to harass him, asking him to go back and lead the demons to unify the continent.
I must go back and give them a good beating... No, give them a lesson!
"Okay." Zhu Changyang nodded and wanted to say something else when his feet were bumped. It turned out that the two small benches were bouncing towards him with the puddles of water.
Behind the bench was a group of playing children who did not yet understand the troubles brought by the heavy rain. They chased each other through the puddles and the small bench, clapping their hands and singing a popular ballad in the city, "There is blood on the city gate, and the city has become a lake—"
Zhu Changyang's heart trembled unconsciously: "What are they singing?"
"I heard all this from the old turtle," Jun Shu wrinkled his nose, "that old turtle is always talking nonsense, I don't know what it means."
The old turtle he was talking about was actually an old turtle that had cultivated into a spirit. No one knew how old it was, but it had lived in a pond in Yongze City for many years. Occasionally, it would transform into a human form and walk around the city, and had a good relationship with the residents.
It is said that the old turtle's shell has the power of the Great Dao, and has the spirit of divination, which can know the destiny and predict good and bad luck. However, the old turtle has always been cautious, knowing that revealing the secrets of heaven is a taboo in cultivation, and never speaks lightly of things that have not been proven.
But a few days ago, a line of words suddenly appeared on the shell, but even the old turtle did not understand what it meant. Instead, some people made a song about it and sang it in the city.
"We should carve the turtle grandsons eight or ten times. Who knows, the old turtle might get an epiphany." Jun Shu suddenly had an idea and said excitedly, "When we have some free time, we can randomly catch a few lucky little turtles."
Zhu Changyang was helpless: "You have harmed so many turtles, let them go."
As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but be stunned again, and suddenly realized that this was clearly the experience of "Shuohui" and "Jun", but he said it so naturally.
Jun Shu said angrily: "Oh."
"There was blood on the city gate, and the city became a lake..." Zhu Changyang repeated it unconsciously, his heart pounding. He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
A little boy next to him said, "Brother Shuo Hui, you missed a sentence."
Zhu Changyang: "What?"
The little boy stepped on the puddles, accompanied by the sound of the rain, and sang briskly: "There is blood on the city gate, the city has become a lake, and the people in the city have become..."
But before he could finish his sentence, a long trumpet blast suddenly sounded from the distant city wall, followed by the commotion and screams of fear from the crowd.
"Ahhh, the earth is shaking!"
"Oh no, Daishan has collapsed—"
"There was a flash flood—"
Zhu Changyang was startled and his wrist was immediately grasped by Jun Shu, who used the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch. In the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared above the northern city wall.
Looking into the distance through the battlement, Zhu Changyang's pupils suddenly shrank.
At the end of the horizon, a majestic ink-colored mountain rises from the ground, connecting the blue sky above and the earth below, occupying almost all the vision as far as the eye can see.
That was the Daishan Mountain ten thousand years ago. Its entire size was more than a hundred times larger than the Daishan Mountain he saw ten thousand years later.
And now, the largest giant on the continent has finally collapsed under the combined effects of days of heavy rain and land turbulence.
The eternal snow on the mountains rolled down, and mud, rain and countless creatures turned into an earth-shaking torrent, roaring and sweeping across the entire earth.
The patrolling guards were so anxious that they turned around and asked in a trembling voice: "Lord Shuohui, what should we do? Can our magic circle prevent the flood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the city wall beneath his feet shook violently, and the city was in chaos.
"Shuo Huijun, water is pouring in here—"
"Everyone, run to higher ground!"
"Shuo Huijun—"
The whole city was filled with cries and screams, as well as the rumbling sound of the earth. Zhu Changyang felt his head buzzing, as if countless fine needles were constantly piercing him.
Jun Shu saw that his face was pale and nervously pulled him: "What's wrong with you..."
At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly exploded in the dark sky.
With a loud "crack", the dazzling lightning tore through the sky and also tore through Zhu Changyang's pupils.
Everything in front of me turned white in an instant.
Zhu Changyang felt dizzy and fell into a trance, but immediately a huge wave hit him in the face and woke him up.
Zhu Changyang instinctively concentrated and held his breath, flying into the air. After finally stabilizing his body, he looked down and found that the scene of the illusion had changed.
He didn't know when he had left the city and was between Daishan and Yongze City.
After a while, he remembered that after the collapse of Daishan Mountain, the flood was overwhelming and destroyed nearly half of the land. Even Yongze City was on the verge of collapse and could not withstand the impact of the flood.
Shuo Hui and Jun had no choice but to leave the city and try to stop the flood with their extraordinary skills.
However…
Looking around, the turbid waves were rolling, and except for the dark mountains that were still rolling down, the earth was almost completely swallowed up—
Yongze City has towering walls and a powerful city-protecting magic array that temporarily blocked the raging flood.
Even so, the flood had already flooded most of the high wall, and only the doorhead of the magnificent bronze gate was left.
The headache became more severe, and more fragmented images flashed by like a kaleidoscope.
Zhu Changyang had to cover his head with one hand, trying to relieve the severe pain. At this time, Jun Shu's voice came from the front, "Shuohui, don't worry."
Zhu Changyang suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the natural demon hanging on the top of the waves, holding a long sword as white as ice and snow in his hand, slashing at the vast turbid water with all his might.
"I am here-"
The long sword emitted a dazzling sword light, carrying with it an enormous power that was enough to create the world. It split a deep crack in the ground starting from the foot of Daishan Mountain.
The earth cracked.
The floodwaters poured down in an instant, flooding into the bottomless crevice, forming a broad river in an instant. The river roared, and the white foam was like spraying snow.
The water situation has eased slightly, but it is far from enough.
The natural demon raised his sword again, and the sword light connected the sky and the ground, covering the entire earth.
"With my sword, I can ward off the danger of water—"
But this time he failed to cut it down. Horrifying lightning exploded in the sky again. The blue-purple lightning was like a spider web, cutting the sky into countless pieces.
Mysterious thunder tribulation!
However, the black lightning did not go towards the demon species, but fell directly towards... Zhu Changyang.
Zhu Changyang's breathing stagnated, and he wanted to condense his magic, but he found that his hands were already covered in blood. His breath continued to pour out with the blood, so he had no strength left.
"Shuo Hui—"
Jun Shu shouted loudly, and the long sword swung, blocking the terrifying black thunder at the moment when Jiuding was in motion. The eye-catching lightning rolled down the sword, and the sword body, as crystal as ice and snow, was instantly coated with a layer of rust-like ash.
Robbery ashes.
With a long "clang" sound, the long sword was deflected by the thunder, and the monstrous sword intent slashed down to the earth, cutting a second crack in the earth from north to south. The crack continued to expand, and soon it connected with the previous snow-spraying river in the north.
The river water rolled along the crack and rushed towards the southern end of the continent.
And at the southern end... is Nagase Castle.
“No—” Jun Shu’s pupils shrank and burst into blood. He wanted to stop it, but his sword could open the river but could not close the cracked earth again.
And he no longer had the strength.
The water is too big.
Even if one is born a demon, he is powerless in the face of the great Dao of heaven and earth.
Jun Shu's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he smiled dejectedly: "My sword has finally become the sword of destruction."
Zhu Changyang felt a pain in his heart and said, "No, it's not like that..."
But before he could finish his words, the black thunder fell again.
Jun Shu no longer cared about anything else. He drew his sword to protect himself, using his body as a shield to stand in front of Zhu Changyang. The lightning from the sky fell on his sword, almost destroying his soul.
"That's all." Zhu Changyang shook his head, just like Shuo Hui did ten thousand years ago, "That's the way of heaven."
Jun Shu refused to give up, clenching his teeth, his red eyes weeping blood: "Shuo Hui, I won't let you die."
"I won't die." Zhu Changyang raised his arm as if consciously, with his fingertips pointing diagonally upwards, pointing in the direction of Yongze City, "Jun, you see clearly..."
"Under the star Canopus is Yongze. As long as Canopus remains unchanged, my spirit will not perish."
The world is changeable, the world is ever-changing, but the laws of nature are eternal and never old.
Even though times have changed and the continent has become completely unfamiliar, as long as they remember the position of Canopus, they can find the place where they lived together.
Zhu Changyang: "Take a nap. When you wake up, I will be back."
Jun Shu: "How long do you want to sleep?"
Zhu Changyang looked at the sky full of black thunder and purple lightning and said slowly: "Then let's set the period to ten thousand years."
"Okay." Jun Shu stared at him, "Shuo Hui, you and I will make a promise by water. We will meet again here ten thousand years later."
“Ten thousand years have passed in a flash, and I am following it upstream. This is very good…” Zhu Changyang nodded and pointed his fingers forward, tapping his forehead.
Jun Shu closed his eyes and left one last sentence before falling asleep -
"Chang Yang, ten thousand years have passed in a flash. I will wait for you to come back."
Zhu Changyang suddenly regained consciousness: "What did you call me?"
But he could not hear the answer. The river that the demon had cut open on the earth had split in front of him. The huge waves coming from Daishan Mountain swallowed him up. The water of the river was like a blizzard, sweeping him towards Yongze City and finally hitting the magnificent bronze gate.
The protective magic array collapsed and flooded into the city.
At the same time, the thunder struck again, and Zhu Changyang had to raise his hands to resist. The lightning exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and blood splattered onto the bronze door.
Zhu Changyang’s eyes went dark, and he immediately fell into chaos and lost consciousness.
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