People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

This is a beautiful picture.

If the master painter Zhezhi from Imashu were here, he would probably be unable to resist picking up his brush.

Amidst the snowflakes, Chao Mei stretched out her wings backwards, and reached out her hand towards Ling An's distorted body in retrospect.

On her face, beneath the anxious expression, there was a relieved smile.

A soft whisper flowed among the snowflakes: "I'm here."

Nearly.

A distance that can be reached in just a moment.

But just at this moment.

A sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a baby's cry was heard from above Ling'an's figure in the sky!

At this moment, Ling An's consciousness is no longer clear.

Two major powers in the timing power.

The force of stagnation imprisoned him, and the force of retrospection enveloped his entire body.

The frequency originally gathered through the Mingshi power has long dissipated.

The one who is now being tested is him who has reconstructed his body in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling An already knew about his situation.

What now constitutes this body called the Crownless Man is the sigh of the dead.

It is the long-standing frequency of the dead on the land of Jinzhou that has gathered in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When even these frequencies began to dissipate, Ling An felt that his time had come.

The Lord of the Year was too powerful for him to resist.

This was a battle whose outcome was predetermined.

It's just that he was influenced by Mingshi's power, and his nature wanted him to fight with a gun.

But at this moment, he was free from Mingshiki's power.

What is left?

The groans of the dead?

Facing the extremely powerful Lord of the Year, he seemed weak.

His consciousness was in a state of confusion.

In this confusion, he heard a voice.

These are the voices that I have heard before in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Only this time, be more specific.

"Brother, I'm leaving first..." This was the sigh of a soldier returning home at night before his death.

"Mom, I don't want to die..." This is the mumbling of a child facing the residual elephant.

"Child! Someone come save my child!"

This is the cry of a mother.

A vivid picture unfolded in Ling An's mind.

An ordinary mother, covered in blood, was kneeling on the ground, holding a baby wrapped in cloth.

In front of her were countless ferocious images.

She held the child in her arms and screamed helplessly.

It is a plea and also a sigh.

"What is this?" Ling An was puzzled and just watched in silence.

These scenes were all the frequencies that once reconstructed his body in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After a person dies, the frequency dissipates.

Soon, the poor mother fell to the ground and died.

She still held the baby in her arms until her death.

The baby looked to be only one month old, but the strange thing was that her eyebrows and hair were actually white.

After a long time, the baby in her arms let out a cry.

The crying sound reached the sky, crossed the boundaries of time, and fell into the ears of several people in Chengxiao Mountain at that moment.

When the Lord of the Year heard the crying, he was suddenly stunned.

This sound!

Why does it look so familiar!

In Ling An's mind, the baby cried once and then died silently, without any life left.

This cry was the last sound before her death.

It spanned a long period of time and became a part of Ling An in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Later on, divine light descended from the sky.

The Lord of the Year, whose body was covered in golden light, suddenly descended. He repelled the remaining elephants, protected the dead baby, circled up to the sky, and landed in Chengxiao Mountain.

He said: "I have found the one who resonates with me. From now on, I will name you - Xi!"

When these words fell, in an instant.

In the real Chengxiao Mountain, the cage formed by the force of stagnation and retrospection suddenly shook continuously!

A soft light penetrated everything and covered the entire Chengxiao Mountain.

Chaomei fell to the ground, looking at Ling An who was emitting light, unable to hide her surprise.

Chang Li, who was standing by, was also surprised to see this scene: "According to Ji Ting's past research data, this aura is in an overclocked state. This is... a secondary resonance!"

Above the sky, the body of the Lord of Years circled back and forth.

He repeatedly questioned: "No, this is? How is this possible!"

Just opposite to Him, a gentle breath and a familiar frequency merged into the force of time.

This breath is so familiar. Jin Xi felt it dully and stretched out his hand silently:

"this is me?"

She would never make a mistake, this was her breath, this was her frequency.

For a long time in Jinzhou, she was the only one who could resonate with the current Lord of the Year, and she would never mistake her own resonant power.

A person's fundamental frequency will not change.

In an instant, she suddenly realized.

"Why is there my frequency in Ling An's body?"

Yes.

Why does her frequency exist in Ling An's body?

Because she had died once when she was still in her infancy!

Because the body that Ling An reconstructed was taken from the land of Jinzhou, the sighs of countless dead people!

Of course she is.

She must be there too!

The power of stagnation and reversal that the Lord of Years released to attack Ling An was His power of time.

That is His ability of resonance!

Ji Ting's information once said: Only the secondary resonance can inherit the power of the annual main time sequence and hedge the resonance ability in a form close to overclocking!

If it falls into the prophecy, it will be the so-called fateful battle!

At this time, Ling An's consciousness gradually returned to clarity under the impact of these two resonance powers.

He opened his eyes and was filled with light.

The power of timing enveloped him, but this time.

The murderous aura gradually dissipated, and the majestic forces collided and merged with each other.

Until it merged into his body.

He was still somewhat confused about all this.

But his gradually awakening consciousness told him that a turning point had come!

In the light, he roared, accompanied by the cry of the baby, and allowed the power of time to rush into his body.

Merge with that one and only, most unique frequency.

Secondary resonance requires reaching the limit of overclocking.

One wrong step could very likely lead to falling into an abyss from which there is no escape.

Because the power of the Lord of the Year is so strong, and because the power of this time sequence is so great.

For those who resonate with him, and for the current tracing instrument that Ji Ting once experimented with.

As it should be.

But at this moment, it is under impact.

It’s Ling An.

His carrier is powerful enough!

Surpassing all ordinary resonators, he has already stood at the top of the pyramid.

The power approaching overclocking could neither overwhelm nor destroy him.

He bore all the impact of the energy of time.

In the white sky of Chengxiao Mountain, resonance appeared.

At this moment, even the Lord of the Year was too late to stop it.

On the ground, Chang Li looked at Chao Mei hesitantly. She seemed to think for a long time before finally speaking:

"The information left by Ji Ting said that the most crucial link lies in the order given by the destined person. Only this order can make the only secondary resonance experiment successful."

Hearing this, Chao Mei looked towards the sky and towards Ling An with gentle eyes.

She nodded slightly, and said softly to Ling An and Sui Zhu:

"I agree."