The snow at the end of 1034 years of the Shenzhou calendar lasted for a long time, and the flying snow in the sky dyed Tianhe City silver.
On the last day of the year, Tianhe City was extremely lively. At night, the sky flooded with lights to illuminate the night like daylight.
Wanjia is brightly lit, and countless pedestrians are walking on the road, New Year's Eve.
In the Tianhe Realm Palace, all the palace halls are lit up with dazzling divine light, radiating endless space, illuminating the dark night, sacred and bright.
Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.
"Grandpa, why is it so lively this year?" In Tianhe City, a girl took the old man's hand and asked, a little curious. The girl is more than ten years old and knows a lot of things. There has never been such an atmosphere.
It seems that at the end of this year, Tianhe Realm pays special attention to it, even the Realm Palace is different, extremely serious, and celebrates everywhere.
"Because, it will be another special year soon," the old man said.
"A special year?" The girl was puzzled and asked, "How special?"
"You'll know when you grow up." The old man smiled and rubbed the girl's head with kindness in his eyes. He looked up at the sky. Many years ago, Tianhe Realm experienced a big storm. The chaos in the world seemed to have never happened. Stopped, but the contribution they made was indelible and ended a dark and turbulent era.
On the snow-capped mountain, Ye Futian sat there to practice, his spirit sensed the scene in the Tianhe Realm, and he couldn't help but also wondered, does the Tianhe Realm attach so much importance to the end of the year
During the years he has lived, it was the original Qingzhou City, which felt the most'nian' atmosphere. Later, step by step towards a higher city and a stronger world, the feeling of'nian' has faded. Busy chasing power and strength, and practicing supremacy, a little bit less the fireworks of Qingzhou City.
Now, in this Tianhe City, he has seen such a prosperous scene, could it be the tradition of Tianhe City
At this moment, a figure walked to Ye Futian's side, her gaze looked into the distance, her thoughts seemed to penetrate the distance, as if thinking of something, there was a faint tear mark in the corner of her eyes.
"Peace." Ye Futian looked at the woman beside him and whispered: "Miss parents?"
"Yeah." Ping An smiled and nodded, then looked at Ye Futian and said: "Let Shishu read the joke."
"Their wish before death was to wish you peace and happiness, and to walk peacefully and peacefully, so you don't have to be too sad." Ye Futian comforted.
"No, I just thought of the scene when I was with my parents. It's not purely sad." Ping An smiled and said: "Uncle Master, let's go out for a walk, just like everyone else."
"Okay." Ye Futian nodded, the two smiled at each other, and then walked in the void and walked down the mountain.
Before long, they came to Tianhe City, and there was an endless stream of people on the streets. On this day, no one broke out contradictions, no one competed for battle, everyone was exceptionally modest, and even if there was any friction, they just laughed. , Have become tolerant and generous.
Many people walked on the street with their children, feeling this warm atmosphere.
"It would be fine if the world has always been like this." Ping An said with a smile when he saw the beautiful and peaceful scene.
Ye Futian smiled and shook his head. This was destined to be just a fantasy.
The two walked aimlessly, and didn't deliberately want to go there. They just watched all this. Maybe Ping An wanted to walk a familiar street and walk the road she had traveled over the years.
"Uncle Shi, do you have anyone you miss?" Ping An raised his head slightly to look at Ye Futian beside him. The white hair and Bai Xue merged together, regardless of each other, handsome face, clean and clear eyes. Uncle Shi must be a person with a story. Right.
He is gentle and elegant, handsome and unparalleled, and he is extremely talented, and he must be pursued by many women, but why is the young man with gray hair.
Although Ye Futian is already fifty years old, for people at the pinnacle of the holy realm, fifty is definitely an extremely young age. Even if his cultivation level has not changed at all, his appearance can still remain unchanged for hundreds of years.
"Of course." Ye Futian smiled and said: "Not only there are, there are many more."
"Who?" Ping An asked curiously.
"My love, my teacher, my brothers and friends, many people, I miss." Ye Futian said.
"Since Uncle Master misses them, why don't you go find them?" Ping An asked, her realm is too low, growing up is too difficult to protect her parents, but Ye Futian's realm is no longer low, the top of the holy way, invincible under the Emperor .
"It's hard to make both ends of the world. Everyone has suffering. I also want to be with them and practice for this." Ye Futian said.
"I understand." Ping An nodded. She used to practice cultivation to protect her parents.
Uncle Master must also have many stories of his own.
"Is there a lake in Tianhe City?" Ye Futian asked.
"Yes." Ping An nodded: "Uncle Master wants to see the lake?"
"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded.
"I'll take Uncle Master." Ping An led the way. Not long after, they came to a lake, which was also lively and bustling with pleasure boats and some people setting wishing lights by the lake.
The scenes are so familiar.
There was a bright smile on Ye Futian's face. He fell in love with the lake, perhaps because the lake was accompanied by his best memory, the memory of his youth.
At this moment, a bright and beautiful light came into view. Ye Futian raised his head and saw the sky above the lake, full of fireworks blooming. At this moment, memories seemed to overlap, and time seemed to be countercurrent.
Countless cheers came from the lakeshore, accompanied by fireworks blooming in the sky.
The 1035 years of the Shenzhou calendar has finally arrived.
"So beautiful." Ping An murmured. She looked at Ye Futian's profile. Under the fireworks, her handsome face was even more stunning.
The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.
Master Uncle is such a person.
Uncle Master, the bright smile on his face reminds of his beloved person.
This night is destined to be an extraordinary night.
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Eastern China, three thousand realms on the avenue, nine supreme realms, countless lower realms.
The Heavenly Envoy Realm and the Upper Heaven Realm are both one of the nine supreme realms, standing in the world of the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Dao Realm.
However, the strongest realm of the Three Thousand Dao Realm, without any dispute, must be the Emperor Realm above the center of the nine supreme realms. This is recognized by the nine supreme realms, and there is no suspense.
The Protoss belongs to the power of the Emperor Realm, so even the Tianhe Realm of the Protoss Lower Realm is very strong, and there have been many powerful human emperors, and even the tyrannical existence of the Tianhe Dao ancestor.
In the center of the emperor world, there is a supreme temple, towering into the sky, standing on the top of the clouds, sacred and stalwart.
This temple was shrouded by countless divine lights, and all those passing by were extremely pious and bowed down.
This is the symbolic place of the emperor world, Xudi Palace.
According to rumors, this was once the bedroom of Emperor Donghuang.
To this day, there is still a statue of the emperor inside, and it is said that the emperor has divine minds on the statue.
At this time, the sky above the Xudi Palace was moving in the sky.
The incomparable sacred light fell from the sky and turned into colorful divine light, the auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the vast expanse of the sky seemed to be rolling.
At this moment, there seemed to be a divine light coming from outside the sky, falling on the uppermost sky of the temple.
Afterwards, an invisible wave swept through the sky.
"Clang..."
A bell rang, ringing across the sky.
This bell blends into the heaven and earth, turning into an invisible rhythm, like infinite lightning, shuttles through the endless void.
In the emperor world, there are top powers, palaces lined up, and on a towering sacred hall, many people are praying to the sky, and thousands of people are kneeling behind them, holy and pious.
"clang."
The bell came, and the people praying for the sky bowed and bowed at the same time, as if they knew that the bell would come.
"The oracle is coming, welcome here." On the Qitian altar, the old man looked very solemn, waiting for the oracle from Xudi Palace.
Protoss, whose surname is God, is one of the forces standing on the top of the emperor realm.
However, at this time, many powerful Protoss also gathered in one place, looking into the distance.
"clang."
The bell came, ringing in their minds.
Not only them, but the endless region, the strongest one in the Three Thousand Dao Realm, and the most expansive boundary in the region. At this moment, the endless creatures all heard the bell.
What is even more frightening is that this bell directly shuttles through the Three Thousand Dao Realm, heading towards the nine supreme realms including the Upper Heaven Realm and the Heavenly Envelope Realm.
Bells rang in the divine palace of the Shangxiao realm; bells rang in the Golden Kingdom; bells rang on Taixuan Mountain.
The bells rang from the Tianyujie Tianyu God dynasty; the bells rang in the Brahma Pure Heaven; the bells rang in the Zixiao Tiangong.
No one knows how to describe this bell, this is a miracle, the real handwriting of God, the Great Bell.
When the bell rang, in the Emperor Realm Xudi Palace, a group of figures dressed in uniforms, flashing in different directions, seemed to be heading towards the nine supreme realms.
Far away in the endlessly distant Tianhe Realm, Ye Futian and Ping An have both returned to the snow-capped mountains, the sky is clear, there is no cloud, and the sun is falling down.
The 1035 years of the Shenzhou calendar, as if everything, started again.
"clang."
At this moment, above the snow-capped mountains, a bell came, and Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, raised his head to look at the sky, and his spiritual thoughts swept out. He showed a very shocked look, only feeling that the bell sounded from outside the sky. Here comes, nowhere, resounding throughout Tianhe City.
"Where does the sound come from?" Ye Futian had only waves in his heart, and his body rose into the sky, trying to find the source of the bell.
Above the snow-capped mountains, an old man stepped on the snowy ground and looked up at the sky.
"Master." Ye Futian fell next to the old man, showing a questioning look.
The old man still stared at the sky and said: "The 1035 years of the Shenzhou calendar is another time point. The Emperor Donghuang ruled Shenzhou for 350 years. If this is used as a calculation, then it can also be called, Donghuang calendar, three hundred and fifty years!"