The starry night has just ended. The light of dawn has yet to climb out of the misty mountain range of the island peak. At this moment, the grayish-blue sky is separated from the bluestone sea by a white coastline.
Above the white line, the bulging dark clouds form majestic clouds and mountains. At the end of the mountains, they merge with the sky. In the bluestone sky, they are like clouds and sky, smoke and fog.
It is hard to tell if the darkness of the sky has lost its bluestone or if the clouds dissipate in the vast world.
Like a sad girl crying under a withered plum tree, the green buds under her feet bring a gratified smile before her tears fall.
The bluestone-colored seawater approached from afar. Lone stones were scattered in the distance and quietly floated to the surface of the sea. The seawater wrapped around the lone stones. They were like an illusion that could not be seen clearly. The half-hidden figure was like the last and only guardian of the lone stone. With its weak strength, it maintained the last bit of mystery.
From black, to gray, to green, under the same eye, there were several different colors.
Looking from afar, it is hard to tell if the sea water is brushing the stones or the clouds are circling the mountains.
Circles of wind eyes that are hard to see with the naked eye break open dizzying whirlpools in the sky. Two thin and long tentacles come out of the whirlpools. What comes out of the whirlpools is a dolphin-like body with a curved head and tail like a crescent moon.
On the back of the dolphin, there is a white wing. The color of the white clouds is different from the bluestone clouds at this moment.
As time goes by, the wind beasts come out of the whirlpools one by one. They are neat and uniform, heading towards one direction …
They are heading towards the unending night. On the other side of the rising light, the bluestone clouds become bluer, darker and purer. Near the blue light, there is a deep darkness.
The white clouds in the sky are also dyed with the same dark blue color as the sky and the sea. Only the top part is left, showing its original color. The sun is approaching.
While she was still intoxicated, the indifferent figure slowly entered her sight. The bleak back revealed a faint sadness, as if he had experienced a hundred generations of vicissitudes, and the fire in his heart had settled over the years. It was as if he had been isolated from the world, and had forgotten his emotions in his coldness. It was also as if he had been disappointed by the loneliness of a king, and the loneliness and coldness had taken away his smile.
Is it the ruthlessness of the "Heaven" that took away his eyes or the favor of the Earth that gave him the most beautiful face in the world?
So what if the bluestone in the sea is beautiful? Under him, it still loses its color. It is just a floating cloud under the dragon's body.
The white dots on the horizon flashed as if they were being pulled by something, flying straight towards them. The Wind and Cloud Beasts flew in circles, bringing with them clouds of wind. They sped up abruptly and rushed towards the man like a gust of wind, passing through his body. In an instant, his body became almost transparent, and his wings lost the color of white clouds.
The wind beasts passed through his body and became transparent. They flew into the distant sky and disappeared under the curtain of the sky on the other side.
A moment later, when the last Wind Cloud Beast had completed its mission and disappeared into the distance, the sky suddenly became as bright as day. The azure blue sea water turned into a silvery white color, emitting a gem-like radiance. The ripples of light flowed and sparkled.
It seems that there is a distant sound of a bell in the sky. It seems to be calling and welcoming!
In a flash, the sky returns to its original color. The sea also returns to its clear dark blue.
The figure standing still is no longer sad. It is so calm that it seems to be nonexistent. It is hidden deep in the soul, a place that no one can see.
"It still doesn't work.
The benevolent have forgotten. Why … "Why is the voice in my heart so persistent? What is it that the benevolent have forgotten?
"Your master!
Your master!
Not good!
Your master! "
"What's the noise?"
Ming shows himself. His whole body is shining with dark blue light. He stops the white-robed figure who is trying to break in.
The white-robed man looks up and immediately takes two steps back. "Yes, Messenger of the Nether Beast. Messenger, it is like this. A few months ago, you and your master brought back a few strands of hair. You asked us to match the Spiritual Origin of each world. We have carefully checked nearly a thousand worlds, big and small, but we still can't find a matching Spiritual Origin. It seems that it is not in the world we know."
Not in the world we know?
Ming ponders. Thousands of worlds. Their world is the hub. Although their world is not the top, it is the center of everything. He knows how complete the Spiritual Origin Pavilion's records are. But now, the strands of hair that his master brought back are not in the thousands of worlds. Could it be in a more remote place, or … even higher place?
"Take me to see it!"
"But …" The white-robed man wants to say something but hesitates. Ming frowns, and blue-purple flames emerge from his body. "Speak!"
The cold air caused the white-robed man to tremble. "Just … Just now, when we wanted to examine those strands of hair again, who would've thought that they would suddenly transform into human forms one by one. They … they even injured a few of our disciples and ran away …" After saying that, cold sweat dripped down the white-robed man's forehead. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would've found it hard to believe.
"Is what you said true? Did you see it with your own eyes?" Ming asks coldly.
"Messenger, it is absolutely true. I do not dare to deceive you!"
"Let's go!" After saying that, he flies away.
"Then your master …"
"Don't disturb my master. Let me take a look first."
"Yes!"
At this moment, in the inner palace, under the bright red color, a white round bed is very lonely. On the huge white bed, Red Flame is lying on his side lazily with one hand supporting his forehead. His blood-red hair is scattered on the white bed behind him, and some of it has climbed over the edge of the bed and landed on the red stone surface.
Under the elegant red robe, his pale skin is slightly exposed. His eyes are closed tightly, and he is deep in thought and solemn. He used the Dream Prediction Technique again, but it is different from before.
… …
"Master, it is you?"
'Yan Yue' is stunned. Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, warmth appears in her eyes, and she slowly moves closer to him.
"My cute little disciple." He patted her head. "I know where you are going, and I know why you are going. I have always believed in you. You have finally found a way to go home, right?" His hand moves down and falls on 'Yan Yue's' shoulder.
"Even if there is a trace of hope, I still want to try. Master ~" 'Yan Yue' tilts her head and looks at her Lord Master. She says mischievously, "Lord Master, are you here to send me off?" 'Red Flame' slightly restrained his gaze and moves it down. "Yes!
I am indeed here to send you off. Little disciple, I have taken care of you until now, and I have never asked you for anything. Now, I only want one thing. Are you willing to give it to me? "
"What is it?"
"It is …"
Chi!
It is the sound of a hand passing through flesh. Even the blood dripping down cannot compare to the red robe and red hair on 'Red Flame'. His eyes do not look at Yan Yue again. The heart in his hand suddenly stops beating, and then it starts beating again. It does not speed up, nor does it slow down. It is calm, just like her expression at this moment.
"Master …" It is painful again, and she still does not dare to believe. Is it an accident, or did she foresee it in her heart? Is it because she does not want to believe it, or is it because she is ignorant?
"Now, can I go home?" The low and trembling voice is the beginning and the end of life passing away.
'Red Flame' understands that this is the best time. He has waited for this for too long. He will not be lenient!
"Yes." After saying that, he struck out with his palm. The heart in his hand was separated from his body, and blood flowed all over his pale right hand. He did not want to look at the person who has lost her life. The merciless purple flame wrapped around the figure that fell from the sky. Finally, before it fell to the ground, it turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.
Only the blood-stained heart is left beating slightly in the cold hand. 'Red Flame' uses his qi to protect the heart. He coldly turns around, and a strange smile appears on the corner of his mouth. "All I want is your 'heart' from the beginning."
… …
Cold sweat slowly flows down from Red Flame's forehead and drips onto the white round bed. "No!" His eyes are still filled with fear and doubt. "It shouldn't be like this!" It can't be like this. Could it be that this is their real purpose?
No!
He cannot doubt the people of the clan.
His mind slowly calmed down, and Chi Yan sat up on the bed. His drooping eyes seemed to be thinking. It seemed that things were not going as he had imagined. Then, should he also make some slight changes before revealing more of the truth?
Thinking about it, those anxious fellows will not be able to accept his gentle method. Those pitiful heroes!
----- Digression —
Will the dream that Red Flame foretold come true?
And what will he do? What is his purpose in getting close to Yan Yue?
What kind of person was Xi Ren? What was it that he was so determined to find?
What kind of story will there be between Li Duan and Cang Yu?
Jian Han returns to the Han family of the Spirit Water Clan. What is waiting for him? Can Yi Suixian stop his return?
How will Morin, Lan Ruo, and the others grow in the future?
How far will the conflict between the Qin Clan and the You Clan evolve? Is Yan Yue the person they are waiting for?
Two months later, will Seiya really be able to return as promised? What price will the Dragon Abyss have to pay for this?
Will the Snow Fox Qilin, Parthenocissus, be able to break free from the restrictions of the contract and sever its master-servant relationship with Yan Yue?
Ai Luo, Min Xinhan, Lê Phong, Peoz, Hakuin, Qing Shang Quan, Qi Youyou … The others are not listed one by one.
Finally, what kind of story will Yan Yue develop in the White Fairy Palace?
The opening of the first volume ends!