stonecrandall Chapter 74 Sand Sea
Chapter 74 Sand Sea
Above the sky, billions of pus-like eyes stared at the ground.
This should have been an unprecedented, terrifying sight.
But Duanmujian had no fear in his heart.
At some point, a group of ghostly white souls from afar had already silently stood behind her.
All of them have experienced vicissitudes of life, and they look like they have been wandering for many years.The men's faces were engraved with ugly tattoos symbolizing slavery, and the women and children still wore the remaining city shackles on their hands and feet.Viscous blood slipped from the wound on the arm, dripping onto the ground.
The leader was a middle-aged man, with wrinkles around his eyes like accumulated deep ravines.His right hand had broken bones and was hanging unnaturally by his side.He could only clumsily wave his left hand.On his feet were shackles that had been shaken off and deformed, like a crooked rhombus.
He crossed Duanmujian and walked to the magic weapon whose light was gradually dimming.Without his right hand, he could only clumsily stretch out his left hand, reaching for the light beam that was about to be extinguished in the air, squeezed out a smile, and closed his eyes peacefully.
Starting from the fingertips, the silver-white soul gradually shattered into crystal light powder, like a group of swirling silver fireflies, merging with the faintly visible beam of light.
The light that had already melted into the darkness, absorbed the power of the soul, and suddenly flickered, like a distant star being relit in the deep sky.
Under his guidance, hundreds of silver-white translucent souls crossed Duanmujian one after another, walked towards the light beam, turned into scattered particles, and were captured and attracted by the light beam.
Duanmujian raised his head and looked at the slender light beam, flickering on and off intermittently, slowly extending upwards with difficulty.It is like a flower seed that is struggling to break through the ground and wants to rush out of the dark underground.
Their radiance melted into the beams, not a speck of dust fell.
But this land that has been stared at from ancient times has not returned to death.
At some point, Duanmujian was surrounded by thousands of endless souls.
Every epoch, the souls of all the Sumuya ancestors descended on this land again.With the light beam as the center, they came from all directions and directions one after another.
Just like the sky and the earth are turned upside down, and the galaxy is flowing backwards, the silver soul turns into billions of bright stars, lighting up the vast land.The magic weapon refined by Qixing is like a moon in the world, piercing the silver-white light beam from the ground to the pupil of the sky.
When the naked arm is depicted with gorgeous rhombic tattoos, the crowd in strange clothes and with different appearances all melted into the light beam, followed by a group of people wrapped in Taoist robes with black gauze covering their faces and wearing metal rhombus necklaces around their necks. , a pious and docile worshiper.
Few people noticed that some of them secretly embroidered a small lozenge on the collar with dark silk thread.
They walked toward the beam in silence.There was obviously no wind, but their veils were lifted, and they were rolled up into the sky without a trace, revealing the faces of the humans below.
The silver light beams reflected their eyebrows and eyes, they murmured something, and then they were all annihilated into silver dust, like a group of light and free silver butterflies, flying towards the light beam.
Do you think I'll crawl on your knees forever?
Then, there was a group of people dressed as fishermen, men and women holding various tools and weapons.They followed behind the elders with weathered faces and eyes shining with wisdom. Diamonds representing knowledge were proudly sewn on the collars of their collars.
Their souls shattered into shards of light, tossed and vacated, and danced leisurely, like a school of silver fish swimming lightly towards the beam of light under the sparkling waves of a vast expanse of blue lake.
The light beam keeps climbing upwards.Hundreds of millions of white bright spots are slowly and simultaneously reflected in the hundreds of millions of jet-black pupils of the sky.
Do you think I will always bow to you?
Next came a group of people wearing golden crowns, chains around their necks, and gold ornaments all over their bodies.Their postures are slim and charming, and their eyes are clear, as if they were born without worries.When the golden rings jingle, they are the most beautiful flowers in the sand sea.
Among the walking crowd, there was a girl with innocent eyebrows and eyes dressed in a fancy dress, who was curiously putting a black iron helmet that was too big for her on her head.On the rough armor hangs a string of exquisite rhombus bracelets.
When she was about to merge into the light beam, she suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked around, as if looking for someone's figure again.She raised her arm, waved her hand excitedly into a void, and held an iron sword, bouncing towards the light beam.
Her soul turned into shining shards of light, against the backdrop of gold, like an eternally blooming golden flower, floating leisurely towards the light beam.
Do you think only you can perform miracles?
Following the brilliance of gold came a group of neat square formations, fully armed soldiers holding sharp knives, and the helmets were engraved with clean diamonds.They came with gold and iron horses and walked towards the light beam calmly.
When they are broken, they are as sharp as the cold light on the blade. .
But when they flow towards the light beam, they are like thin velvet snow under the warm winter sun.
The silver light beams are heading towards the sky, unstoppable and indestructible.
Do you think I'm afraid?
Following the soldiers in formation was a group of caravans in simple clothes, wearing turbans against the wind and cold of the sand sea.The body is tired and sleepy, and the spine is as immobile as a mountain.Amidst the sound of camel bells, they slowly walked towards the light beam and disappeared.
The densely packed and swollen eyes began to twitch violently, shrinking and expanding continuously, devouring and disintegrating.
Not much more.Just a little bit, the silver light beam could pierce the black pupil.
Walking at the end were a dozen ghostly white souls.The leader was a beautiful young girl with a turban dyed and painted with bright and complicated rhombic patterns on her head, and a sly light shone in her big and round eyes.
A strange sense of familiarity welled up in Duanmujian's heart.
She had an intuition that this was an old friend.But now only the old, weak, sick, disabled and widowed are left in Sumya, and there are no such young girls for a long time.
The girl walked forward, her willow-like figure gradually became weak, and her white jade-like face was covered with wrinkles like dehydrated and withered fruit.When she stood in front of the beam of light, she had completely become a hunched old woman with gray hair.
Duanmujian recognized her.
She was among the people who quarreled most fiercely with Duanmujian about the repair plan of the temple gate, she was among the people who categorically refused when organizing the villagers to evacuate, and she was the one who dragged people in after being knocked out by the magic locust mental shock.When Duanmujian blew up the temple for the second time in the dream, she was also among the crowd who silently listened to the bang at the temple gate.
She gazed softly at the dazzling beam of light in front of her.Some kind of light that is more blazing than a flame and more permanent than a rock wall flashed in his eyes.
She raised her trembling hands, untied the well-washed argyle scarf on her head, and let go of it.
The silver translucent headscarf floated down, with a string of fine crystals trailing from its tail, dancing gracefully in the air.
Duanmujian raised his hand subconsciously.
The soft scarf brushed against her fingertips, like a gust of refreshing evening wind, like a piece of cold snowflakes, or like the delicate fingertips of two people touching lightly in the air.
The old woman's gray hair was flying violently, her eyes were clear and bright, as if she had returned to the youthful days of a girl who was fearless of hardships in the sand and sea, followed the caravan, and marched on the great road.
Her soul gradually faded into little stars.
The light spot disappears into the beam of light, just like the grain of sand returns to the sea of sand.
At the same time, in the reality that Duanmujian couldn't touch, there was a scream from the depths of the temple. Lu Ran was still trying to find the elixir to extend his life, but Yi Yao gently held it down.Song Jun put down her hand to feel the pulse, and shook her head sadly.
Right in front of her, an octogenarian old woman stopped breathing in her sleep and died.
Several relatives and old friends nearby wiped away their tears, sobbing and choking mournfully.
Her face was peaceful and content, with a faint smile on her lips, and her long silver-white hair without a headscarf was loosely scattered under her body.She has lived long enough to have no regrets, and death is just another peaceful dream for her.
She abandoned her heavy and burdensome body and once again embarked on the long business road with both dangers and opportunities.
Beside the deceased old woman, lying side by side with her, there were several other elderly elders who passed away quietly in this turbulent night.
They vaguely saw that they had returned to their youth, and their parents, relatives and friends were still alive.Only when they saw the beam of light did they suddenly realize that they were already late.
Fortunately, there is still a little light in the aging soul.
On the other side of the temple, Duanmujian, who was still in a dream, twisted his neck unconsciously.
Due to the difficult conditions in the shelter, the sleeping beds that the villagers helped to arrange were very simple.The dreamers can only lie on the cold and hard ground, with only a thin old blanket under their bodies.So that when Song Jun just woke up, her neck was almost stiff and unable to move.
But the strange thing is that Duanmujian, who was sleeping, didn't feel any discomfort in the back of his neck.She rubbed the thin blanket under her head, feeling a softness.It seemed that someone had quietly put an extra layer of fabric under her pillow.
But now Duanmujian knows nothing about everything in the temple.
She stood still in the dream and looked up, the shining silver light beam was only a hair away from the strange sky.People with familiar faces passed her one by one, walked towards the light beam calmly, turned into scattered light particles, and were captured and attracted by the light beam.
Do you think I'll just give up?
The beam of light finally breaks through the last sliver of distance, piercing the dark eyes that have been overlooking the earth for thousands of years.
Where do you think you are looking?
In the place where the memory is gone, the village was destroyed and the pillars of the gods stood everywhere.The pillars were submerged, and the houseboats were raised.The houseboat is stranded, and the golden tower is towering.The Golden Tower fell, and the fortress reigned supreme.The fortress was destroyed, and the trade route was opened.Trade route bugs——
People survived.
The beam of light from the ground goes from bottom to top, pointing directly at the sky.The place where the silver light shines, the eyes staring at the ground struggled cowardly and trembled in severe pain.
When you gaze down, you are destined to be stung by my light.
The spiritual power in Duanmujian's spiritual core gushed out uncontrollably.She is the unique genius of this generation of the Duanmu family. After crossing the long trough in the world of cultivating immortals [20 years without Yuanying in Suihe], she was only in her 20s and broke through the realm of Yuanying in the early years of the Yuan Dynasty. one.Of course, this is not the first time she has participated in returning to the spirit.
She understood that this was the sign of the beginning of the return ceremony, and all the spiritual power in her body would be completely drained, leaving nothing behind.Even if one practices in a place with the most abundant spiritual power, it will take several days to recover.
It was for this moment that she tried her best to avoid consumption and save spiritual power in the previous dream journey.
No wonder the Enlightened Star only responds in the temple.Because of the huge Sumuya village, only the temple is closely related to the "dream".
The place of returning to the spirit this time is not unusual, it is in a certain location in reality, but in a different time and space in the dream.
She needs to return the magical artifact to the illusory Dream of the Moon.
She is insensitive to language and cannot understand old texts on the wall.But it wasn't until now that she finally understood that she didn't need to be able to decipher words like Taiyi Yu Buquan.
Because compared with this thousand-year-old dream, all words seem so pale.
Relying on his experience, Duanmujian skillfully manipulated the overflowing spiritual power, and firmly fixed the magic weapon on the ground.
Here was once a high mountain, once a low hill.It used to be a towering stone pillar on an island in the middle of the lake, and a huge tower decorated with gold built of white stone.It used to be a high platform overlooking the distance in the center of the city of war, and it was also a stone pile with Populus euphratica wood carvings that just reached people's waist.
This is where the [Holy Mountain] has stood for thousands of years.
This people, this land, have been destroyed seven times since the first plague of wandering in nothingness.
However, the ten-thousand-year history of Sumuya has never been that the homeland has been born and died again and again, but that civilization has been reborn from desperation time and time again.
This is a land of seven deaths and seven lives.
The pests have passed through the border, and seven people have died.
Now, it's [the seventh birth]'s turn.
A towering beam of light, containing all the glimmers of souls in the samsara of hundreds of generations, towers majestically in the world with the power of the star light.The huge figure becomes the brightest coordinate in the vast universe, guiding the direction of the lost.
It runs through and connects the heaven and the earth, heralding the opening of a new era.
At that time, Lu Ran named the magic weapon of this spirit return "Desert Star" because its most important raw material was a star that fell in the sand sea in the era of the Sumuya Fortress.
However, the name is actually not accurate.For what matters is not what it was in the past, but what it will be in the distant future.
The important thing is not that it fell, but that it will rise again.
This majestic beam of light is the true magic weapon of the Shahai Guiling.
A magic weapon that even beginners can make.
The only function that a magic weapon needs to have is to glow, heat, and shine in the endless night.
Its name is—
【The Light of Qiming Return】.
The author has something to say:
The coolest thing about writing this kind of recovery foreshadowing chapter is that you can directly press CtrlC+V
The repeated method is really easy to use√
Under Duanmujian's pillow is actually a foreshadowing that was repeatedly mentioned (covering his face). It was mentioned once in Rumeng, and it was also mentioned once in the chapter "Murals" when Lu Ran blew up the temple and transferred the crowd. (I started to explain myself embarrassingly again, huh)
The next chapter is the finale of "Sand Sea"√
After I plan to update "Sand Sea", I will stop updating for a few days and revise the previous article as a whole.If you think this article can be rescued again, you can give some comments√