The long-lasting fire of heaven and earth was slowly extinguished in front of the Miaoman's fire dance.
At dawn, a round of red sun jumped out of the horizon.
The golden brilliance illuminated the entire wilderness.
The girl's dance hadn't stopped yet, and there was a pattering rain in the clear blue sky.
The rain moistened the land that was burned to ashes by the fire of heaven and earth, and a piece of fluffy green emerged.
All creatures, in front of the woman, prostrated themselves on the ground, completely convinced.
Showers during the day are originally a vision of heaven and earth.
But different from the downfall of the Milky Way that caused thousands of lives to be devastated, this rain brought back life to the lifeless land and creatures.
It was originally a dance of fire, but at the same time it was a rain of blessings.
Fire is subdued, even the spirit of water is subdued.
The woman's figure, in the water and sunlight, gradually traveled far away, and Miaoman's singing continued to echo in her ears.
The pattering rain fell on the ground, stirring up layers of mist.
Behind the prostrate creatures, there was a person walking slowly.
The mist covered the man's face, and Ye Lingyue could only see a pair of burning eyes.
"who is she?"
As if after a long time, Ye Lingyue came back to her senses.
The woman didn't turn around from the beginning to the end.
Even though it was only in his consciousness, seeing it for the first time, Ye Lingyue felt a sense of deja vu.
She was very familiar with that woman, as familiar as her own breathing.
"All living beings, call her the mother of the earth. The sacrifice of the fire must use the body as the dance and the voice as the word. The two complement each other to achieve the sacrifice of the fire. Can you comprehend the sacrifice of the fire with this ancient remnant? Sacrifice, it all depends on personal creation."
In the sound of the candle lighting, there was a sense of nostalgia.
Ancient times, that was the most beautiful era.
The world was first opened, good and evil are not distinguished, even day and night are so pure, everything is the source.
It's a pity that in the end, all of this was torn apart by greed and desire.
That remnant thought is like a dying oil lamp, extremely weak, once used, it will be annihilated between heaven and earth.
Except for Ye Lingyue, no one in this world can see the fire sacrifice again.
Ye Lingyue's eyes changed, and there was no trace of carelessness on her face.
If she can't comprehend the fire sacrifice, this ancient inheritance handed down from ancient times, she can only watch it disappear in the torrent of time.
A feeling of cold and heat came alternately.
She closed her eyes, and the memory gurgled by like a stream of water.
Ye Lingyue is not a dancer. Her mother Yun Sheng taught her how to practice medicine and help the world, and her father taught her how to march and fight, but no one taught her how to sing and dance.
She hesitated for a moment, she was afraid of desecrating this amazing dance, but if she gave up, this ancient inheritance would be extinct.
In my heart, there is a battle between man and nature.
Her body surface, the holy wall of Tiangang is constantly weakening.
Liangyihuo is like a scourge, constantly encroaching on the territory around her.
A layer of ice quickly formed on the ground under her feet.
Her long black hair was reduced to ashes in the venomous flame.
When Zhuzhao thought that Ye Lingyue was about to give up, Ye Lingyue's lips moved slightly, and the first note came out from those lips, which were more delicate than the roses in spring.
Turn Sihuo's texts into beautiful notes one by one.
When the singing came, Liangyihuo, who had already approached Ye Lingyue, seemed to feel the shock, and retreated hastily.
But subconsciously, Zhu Zhao was still worried.
To be precise, the Dance of Fire is not a dance.
It is a special rhythmic dance that the mother of the earth felt in the world in ancient times, from sunrise and sunset, to flowers blooming and flowing water, and the change of seasons.
It doesn't even have exact movements, everything comes from the heart.
The mother of the earth held a compassionate heart and danced to save thousands of people.
But how can ordinary people comprehend such a mind.
In particular, Ye Lingyue is young and does not have the mood of the mother of the earth at all.
The phase is born from the heart, and the dance is born from the heart.
Zhuzhao's worries soon became a reality.
Although relying on her memory and her natural singing voice, Ye Lingyue was able to sing Sihuozhiwen clearly and completely.
But for the Fire Ritual, the most important dance of the Fire, Ye Lingyue was unable to break through.
Ye Lingyue's limbs are still extremely stiff, she is not a natural dancer, even if her heart moves at will, it is difficult to comprehend the beautiful dance of Mother Earth.
The musical notes turned into ancient characters one by one, hovering around Ye Lingyue's body, but because the dance of setting fire could not be performed, it could not play a real role.
The Tiangang holy wall on Ye Lingyue's body finally collapsed.
Her whole body was exposed to the Liangyi fire without any protection.
Liangyihuo began to plunder the city and land, and rushed towards it frantically.
Ye Lingyue could even hear the sizzling fire and smell her own hair being burnt.
Sweat dripped from his brow, either evaporating or freezing in mid-air.
Zhuzhao let out a long sigh.
"It's better to give up, you avoid it first."
But as stubborn as Ye Lingyue, she remained motionless.
"I said you girl, why are you so stubborn, after all, you are not the mother of the earth, and it is reasonable to know how to perform fire sacrifices."
Zhuzhao was in a hurry.
If Mother Earth were here, what would she do
If only she were the Mother Earth, fine.
In Ye Lingyue's mind, there is only this stubborn thought.
At the same time that this thought flashed across, Ye Lingyue only felt her divine consciousness move slightly for a split second.
It was as if a small stone was thrown into the originally calm lake.
Her spiritual consciousness, like ripples on the lake of her heart, flooded round and round.
That divine consciousness continued to spread, and collided with something in a single thought.
On the forehead, the mysterious Yin seal emitted a soft light, Ye Lingyue only felt that her spiritual consciousness had passed through the limitation of time and space, and was connected with the mother of the earth who had the world in her heart in ancient times. .
But suddenly, Ye Lingyue opened her eyes, and a light flashed in her eyes.
Her limbs, like smoked willows swaying in the spring breeze, move gracefully.
Her waist is incredibly soft.
With a light leap between his feet, he jumped into the blazing Liangyi fire.
The spring breeze from thousands of years ago is beside my ears, and the boundless land is under my feet.
At that moment, she was no longer Ye Lingyue, she was the compassionate mother of the earth thousands of years ago.
In consciousness, when Zhu Zhao saw this scene, the familiar dancing posture and graceful singing voice were so familiar, every gesture, every note formed a real fire sacrifice.
Thinking about the sea, connecting soul and soul, Ye Lingyue has actually achieved this dance of heaven and man.