Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

On the shore of the North Sea there is a place called Sushen, where there is a freshwater lake called Beihai Lake.

The water of Beihai Lake is clear and pure, and the lake surface is azure, like a blue gem inlaid on the earth.

Chengfeng took Diao Chan to settle down by the lake.

Cheng Feng had been here before. In order to find Diao Chan, he rode a Qilin and traveled almost all over the country.

This time, he brought Diao Chan to this beautiful place.

The place where they settled was an uninhabited thatched house.

There are three rooms in the house, and they look dilapidated.

There is a small courtyard in front of the house, and outside the courtyard is the beautiful Beihai Lake.

The beautiful scenery of the lake forms a sharp contrast with the dilapidated house.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and in a mess.

It seemed that no one had lived in this house for a long time, and there was no life in it. Only the crooked old locust tree in the garden was still lush and green.

Chengfeng spent half a day renovating the place, making it look like a new home.

Since they had just moved in, the family was still short of some daily necessities. Cheng Feng said something to Diao Chan and went to a small town by the Beihai Lake to purchase some.

Diao Chan was home alone and tidied up her room.

Although the room was small, it took a lot of effort to clean it up.

She felt a little tired, so she sat down on the edge of the bed, planning to take a rest before cleaning up.

Meeting Chengfeng again made her feel extremely happy and delighted. Gently stroking the edge of the bed, her thoughts gradually drifted back to the past.

Those three years of dark confusion and helplessness, those three hundred years of longing and waiting, are all worth it at this moment.

During this gathering, she decided to spend every morning and evening with Chengfeng, and not let any regrets or missed opportunities become a barrier between them.

She closed her eyes gently, feeling the inner happiness and satisfaction, and looking forward to the beauty and hope of the future.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder and lightning in the room.

With a bang, the door was slammed open by an irresistible force.

Outside the door, Chengfeng walked in covered in wounds and blood.

His whole body was soaked in blood, and every inch of his skin became a bloody mess.

That tall and straight body was mercilessly bombarded by circles of dazzling lightning.

Every lightning strike is accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.

His entire body was torn apart by the horrific lightning, and blood splattered everywhere.

The skin and muscles of many parts of the body have disappeared, revealing the white bones.

Diao Chan opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth in horror, hardly able to believe what she saw.

She screamed and tried to get up, but she felt so weak that she couldn't even utter a word.

At this time, half of Chengfeng's body had been struck by lightning and turned into a skeleton, with blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

He walked up to Diao Chan, looked at her directly, but said nothing, with a strange smile on his face.

His teeth were covered in blood, and he looked like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, full of weirdness and madness.

"Boom!"

Another loud thunder sounded, and one of Chengfeng's arms was blown off, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, it was a horrible sight.

Seeing his miserable appearance, Diao Chan's heart was filled with fear and grief, as if being cut by an ice-cold sharp blade, so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She stretched out her trembling hand, trying to touch Chengfeng, but her fingers passed through the void and could not reach the once warm and solid figure.

Diao Chan wanted to scream, but she felt like her throat was blocked by something and she couldn't make any sound.

"what!"

"what!"

An old and desolate scream followed, the sound was heart-wrenching and terrifying.

Diao Chan trembled violently and opened her eyes instantly.

"Teng!"

She stood up quickly, breathing heavily, her clothes soaked with sweat.

Looking around, it was empty, just as it was before, and there was no Chengfeng in sight.

She then breathed a sigh of relief and realized that what had just happened was actually a terrible nightmare.

The scene in the dream was so real that my heart was still beating rapidly and couldn't calm down.

"No! That cry..."

Diao Chan froze instantly, and the screams of “Ah! Ah!” did not stop, still echoing in her ears.

The cry was miserable and desperate, carrying with it endless sorrow and desolation, as if it was a death wail coming from the abyss of hell.

"Is this real? Or a dream?"

Diao Chan's mood, which had just calmed down, became panic again in an instant.

She pinched her wrist quickly and felt pain. This was not a dream.

"Chengfeng! Where are you?"

Diao Chan's heart felt like it was being burned by fire. Fear and anxiety made her lose her mind and she rushed out of the room frantically.

The cold wind blew towards me, but it failed to blow away the heat and fear in my heart.

The courtyard was silent, with nothing else except a few bamboos swaying in the wind and the occasional chirping of insects.

Chengfeng was not there, nor was he lying in a pool of blood.

She was slightly relieved.

However, the miserable screams still kept echoing in my ears, making me shudder.