Zhao Ge

Chapter 234: The final fire

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Please ask the gods of the heavens to end all this. Under the rule of the scorching sun, people have already been overwhelmed and are living like corpses. So the ancient consciousness in the dark felt the mistake he made, he should not have given authority to a few existences. At the request of the people, a young man appeared on the earth.

Young people have no father or mother and don't know where they come from.

He stood on the ground, ignorant like an ignorant child.

He seems to know a lot, but he seems to know nothing. He looked around, not knowing where he belonged on the vast land. He looked up at the sky, and the sea of stars was familiar and far away. He's an outlier.

He walked in a daze, couldn't speak at first, and didn't understand many things.

The young man went into the place where the rebels lived, and they asked him who he was and where he came from, but he didn't know anything. They thought he was a rebel who failed to steal the ancient emperor and lost his memory, so they helped him build a house. He lives among them, watching them reach out, help each other, support each other in difficult resistance, and smile at each other even when they are in a mess.

Later, the ancient emperor's punishment fell on this weak rebel.

He raised his head, looked at the majestic phantom that emerged in the sky, and for a moment seemed to hear a voice from the deep center saying: You are going to kill them.

So he drew his sword.

He protected this group of people who should have died in divine punishment, and at that time understood the meaning of his existence.

—He came to kill the ancient emperors.

But why did he kill the ancient emperor

Looking around, watching the child who had given him water fall in a pool of blood, he thought he understood the truth. As these people thought, he was one of them, and he had a blood feud with the ancient emperor, so he wanted to kill them.

The surviving old man walked up to him with a cane and asked him, "Our Patriarch is dead and we have no leader. Would you like to be our Patriarch?"

He said yes.

Since then, there has been a person on the earth, his name is Bailishu.

He regarded himself as the Patriarch of the Bailiyi Clan, carrying a longbow on his back, walking across the barren land, and traveled thousands of miles by any means to kill those superior monarchs.

But with the fall of ancient emperors one after another, the ancient authority was taken back little by little, and his memory was slowly recovering, and he finally gradually approached the absurd truth. At the moment when the Ten Thousand Immortals Era was interrupted, he briefly understood everything, and then quickly lost all his memories.

He finally knows.

I am actually... the so-called order.

His coming is to end all the old things and establish a new system.

When the Ten Thousand Immortals Era was interrupted, he was the one who suffered the most trauma.

He was actually weak, broken, and seriously injured. He forcibly gathered the power behind the Xuanmen to face Xuandi who was supported by two heavenly pillars.

But... so what

"The old is doomed to decay, and the new is doomed to build."

In Bailishu's pupils was Xuandi who was approaching him like facing the sun, he said softly, at this moment his face was illuminated by the fire, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

All the stars on his black robe quietly disappeared.

A golden longbow silently appeared in his hands—since the battle broke out, he kept this longbow unused just for this last moment.

The Blade of the Heavens melted in Bailishu's palm and solidified into an extremely brilliant long arrow. This is a long arrow solidified by all the stars in the sky. Throughout the ages, there is no second arrow that is more gorgeous and bright than it.

The long arrow hit the string, and the time around Bailishu seemed to be slowed down countless times in an instant. He stared at Xuandi's face full of hatred in the flames, and slowly pulled the bowstring away. On Bailishu's body, golden flames ignited silently, more dazzling than the red flames left by Baidi.

It seemed that at this moment, he also became a newborn sun.

The longbow named "Sunset" was pulled away by him, and the long arrow condensed from the heavens finally flew out.

In the sky, everything is dying, only the most dazzling and brightest arrow in that era remains.

Endless flames, golden flames spread across the sky. Like a rolled up sea. The sky was lit at this moment. All the old and decayed things burned in that golden flame.

No one can see clearly the scene in the sky.

The sky was incomparably brilliant, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, there was no thunder or lightning, only endless golden flames remained. As if to burn to the end of the world, never ending.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden flames in the sky began to rain down.

At this moment, the land of the Twelve Dynasties fell into the same wandering dream.

In the fire that fell like rain, all the remaining spiritual energy and demonic energy between the heaven and the earth disappeared together, the ghost world in all corners was receding, and the world returned to a clean and clear.

The flames fell on the dynastic army in black armor, and the armor of all the soldiers disappeared without a sound. The swords in their hands quietly split into countless dots of light, rising slowly like fireflies, like a nightmare that is finally over. dissipated in the sky.

The flame fell on the exhausted and haggard disciple of the immortal sect, and all the hideous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. As long as there was still a breath left, he would wake up again in this warm, non-burning flame.

The flame fell on the magma splashed out of the ground, and the magma began to slowly retreat, returning to the depths of the formation; the flame fell on the ground burned by the magma, and the cracked ground returned to its previous appearance, and faint new shoots emerged from the ground. A tree grew in the earth; the flames fell on the rolling sea, and the sea calmed down slowly, and there were no more monstrous waves;

A long, long-lasting nightmare finally came to an end in the continuously falling golden flames.

………………………………

Bailishu stood in the void, his figure was almost unreal.

His power continued to spread throughout the land of the Twelve Dynasties.

Order should have no feelings.

Heaven has no emotions, and neither does history.

But he will.

He finally has selfishness, loves, hates, and sorrows.

He will.

So, so be it.

The wounded will be healed, will be swung at each other, and the armor of weapons that will be used to fight each other will melt away. From then on, the flames of war on the earth subsided, and there was no more bloodshed or war.

He is not Order, he is Bailishu.

He wants to see everyone live peacefully and peacefully.

The mountains and rivers are peaceful, there is no flames of war, and there is no bloodshed.

The power is gradually passing away, and all the withdrawn authority is scattered and merged into the heaven and the earth little by little, to repair the world that has become riddled with holes. Bailishu's figure gradually became transparent. In the end, he took one last look in the direction of Jiuxuanmen and disappeared completely between heaven and earth.

The flames finally subsided, and the sky returned to blue.

There is no royal city, no Emperor Xuan, and no young man.

A dull longbow fell from the sky.

Ye Qiusheng walked over and picked it up.

Jiuxuanmen.

Jun Wanbai, Chu Zhiyuan, Baili, Hezhou... all the disciples of the Jiuxuanmen stretched out their hands in a daze to catch the golden flames falling from the sky. The flames drifted and fell, like a wandering and unreal dream. And they are in the most gentle and beautiful place in the dream.

They caught the golden flame.

The fire is so warm.

With their familiar breath.

Suddenly, they seemed to see that thin figure wearing a white robe walking slowly through the mountain. That Tao always stood in front of them, a figure as straight as a long sword. That person was always silent, but he always stood quietly in front of them.

Suddenly, the disciple of Jiuxuanmen burst into tears.