The snow is falling in pieces.
Coming here just to find someone might be like looking for a needle in a haystack, or more likely the person doesn't exist at all, but he still holds a glimmer of hope.
Maybe one day when I look back, I will be able to meet it again, and there will be no need for too much explanation, because that is - cause and effect!
If he had not been so young and hot-tempered, if he had not been so selfish, the person who would be with him now would not be someone else, but her who has disappeared!
If you want to find the beauty that you have lost, and want to find that happy but short time, you can only go here, in the holy land of the demon clan, the final place of worship for the demons from the lower world!
Walking forward, he soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. The Five Finger Mountain reminded him of the myths he had read before, and he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that as long as he climbed over this mountain, he would reach another world.
"Is this the first mountain I'm going to climb?" He murmured, and reached out his hand to touch the nearest stone. Snowflakes fell, landing on the ground and beside him.
Instead of flicking it away, he watched it slowly melt over his body. When the cold blood seeped into his skin, he began to wake up, feeling a little melancholy as he looked up.
"Brother Monkey, what are your plans?"
Feng Qingyang didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't want to look at the scenery behind him. It was his first time entering a place where there were no human beings, and he suddenly felt a little out of place.
"This is the demon clan's territory. I have always had my own kingdom here. I want to find the place where my father disappeared, find out the truth, and overthrow the current ruler!"
The Holy Prince released murderous energy from his entire body, causing the slowly falling snow to turn into rain in mid-air before it even hit the ground, and then turned back into water vapor due to the high temperature.
This is the fate of the Holy Prince. Sheng'er will embark on a journey of revenge. How similar it is to him. Thinking of this, I smiled to myself. When did I start to believe in fate
He rubbed his forehead, and the depressed look on his face disappeared, replaced by a vigorous fighting spirit. He was like a god of war, and no one could stop him from moving forward.
"Is there any news about Yanhuo in the demon tribe area?"
He immediately turned around and looked at the Holy Prince behind him. He and the white ape were both members of the royal family here, and were also descendants of the overlord here. If even he didn't know where it was, then there would be nothing he could do.
While deep in thought, the Holy Prince raised his head and looked forward. At that moment a ray of light shot out and the aura on his body instantly turned into the Great Dao. As the Way of Fighting came out, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the heaven and earth.
"Your Highness, no!" The white ape exclaimed, and even Feng Qingyang looked at him in surprise. Although he was the Holy Prince, he was down and out after all, and no longer had the power he once had.
If he reveals his aura now, isn't that courting death? After only a brief moment of surprise, he understood his intention. A real man is like this, why should he keep a low profile? Why not announce to these people loudly that I, the Holy Prince, am back
Although it is very dangerous, it will attract those loyal and brave people hiding in the dark. Only by stepping on the mountains of corpses and seas of blood can we get back everything we have lost.
"Qingyang, I can't accompany you to find Yanhuo, but I once heard from my father that there is a holy city in the far west of the demon clan's territory, and Yanhuo exists there!"
"Now, I'm going to take back what belongs to me." After saying that, he threw another jade slip to Feng Qingyang. This was the thing used to transmit sound.
Without answering, Feng Qingyang looked at the resolute face of the Holy Prince and said nothing more. Although they had not been in contact for a long time, he always had a feeling that they seemed somewhat similar.
It’s just that one is high-profile, and the other is a little bit better at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. He nodded, put the jade slip into the storage ring, clasped his fists and bowed to the two of them.
"Brother Monkey, believe in yourself!"
These few simple words reveal a sense of solemnity and trust. A man should not be timid when he goes out to fight.
They smiled at each other and went their separate ways. They crossed the Five Finger Mountain and headed east, while Feng Qingyang thought for a moment and looked towards the west, where a faint golden light could be seen.
Then he turned around and walked towards the west, towards the wasteland. Faintly, his figure was gradually covered by the snow, which was a bit desolate, but also extremely exciting.
A strong passion of blood and boiling fighting spirit surrounded him, causing the void to drizzle with rain wherever he passed.
A month later, he had gone deep into the Five Fingers Mountains and had almost reached the end of the mountain range. When he looked back, he could see the towering Five Fingers Mountains behind him.
He was standing on a finger and suddenly pointed to the other side of the mountain. The moment he turned around, a buzzing sound came from the distant sky, and on the ice and snow of the towering Five Finger Mountain, a line of iron-clad inscriptions appeared.
But no one knows what it means. However, countless years later, when someone came here and saw the words, he was filled with longing.
At the edge of the Five Finger Mountains is a plain. There is no heavy snow here, only dusk. It seems that there is no darkness and no sunshine, and the whole world seems dim.
Walking alone on the road, listening to the crackling sound coming from his ears, he knew that it was the crisp sound of stepping on a piece of bone.
There seemed to be bones everywhere, and they were all huge. The important thing was that a month had passed, and he hadn't sensed even a hint of strange aura.
Loneliness, desolation and solitude constantly surrounded him. After a month of solitude, fortunately, there were Di Xianxian and others inside the boundary bead. When he felt lonely, he could go in and play with them. Otherwise, he would have collapsed.
"Qingyang, how long do you think it will take to reach the Western Holy City at our current speed?" Di Xianxian, who was beside him, grabbed his big hand and asked while looking around curiously.
A few days ago, he couldn't resist Di Xianxian's nagging and came out, but fortunately, he had the elf-like girl by his side, so he didn't seem lonely.
Hearing Di Xianxian's helpless words, Feng Qingyang's old face turned red. If he flew away directly, perhaps the speed would be much faster, but this place was unfamiliar, and there were bones everywhere, which gave him a bad premonition.
If he flew away rashly, he might bring disaster upon himself. He was not afraid of trouble, but he also did not want to cause trouble for no reason. Therefore, he could only hold Di Xianxian's hand and walk slowly on the wasteland.
"I think it should be here in another month. Our speed is not fast, but it is definitely not slow!" Feng Qingyang smacked his lips and his old face turned red. Looking at Di Xianxian's obviously distrustful eyes, he felt even more embarrassed.
One month later…
"Qingyang, where are we now!"
"Still on the wasteland!"
“…!”
Two months, if it were in his previous world, he would have to walk around several times, but now, he was still in the wilderness, with nothing but bones everywhere.
"What the hell is this place!"