Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

(A fan fiction based on the Star Dome Railway worldview. The main plot is about fighting the Void Star God with Master Huang Quan. Some details may have a way out, so please don't take it too seriously...)

(Brain storage place...)

The universe is the Three Pure Ones.

In the vast universe, endless lives are born and destroyed.

It is said that at the beginning of the world, a dragon god who controlled immortality was born in the desolate chaos. He is immortal, time is meaningless to him, and space is unreasonable to him. If nothing unexpected happens, he will exist forever and ever.

Until one day, the immortal dragon realized that [unchange] was meaningless. Only by deeply understanding all things and seeking the true meaning of unchange in change can one be in harmony with the Tao and achieve eternity.

On that day, the universe wept, and the immortal dragon disintegrated itself and scattered...

His eyes merged into the morning stars and became one with them;

His flesh and blood has been transformed into the long river of time, seeing the past and present;

His scales turned into dragon offspring, who took care of the stars in the sky for him.

But since Immortality has decided to seek unchanging eternity from change, the Dragonborn He gave birth to naturally cannot always follow the teachings of his ancestors. It is not that they don't want to, but that they can't.

They have long lost their immortal power and have been degraded from gods to mortal beings!

Due to some uncontrollable reasons, these dragon descendants eventually became weaker and weaker under the passage of time. In the end, some dragon descendants even had to rely on other tribes in order to survive. How pitiful!

On a desolate planet, an old man as skinny as a bamboo pole stared blankly at the fire in front of him, muttering an ancient legend.

On the other side of the fire sat a man who looked equally haggard, but he was younger, about twenty years old. He was wearing tattered yellowed clothes and was shivering.

He is Lin Mo.

I traveled through time and space to this desolate world. I don't know how many days and months have passed. Looking up, there is always a dark sun hanging in the sky on my left hand side. Under the sun, it seems like an immortal is shedding tears, forming a drop-shaped blood-red aura.

That red light was so evil and charming that one could not help but be deeply trapped in it at a glance. Without the help of others, ordinary people would never be able to struggle out and would be completely devoured by it in terms of reason and emotion, eventually turning into a lonely ghost wandering in this world.

He wants to die!

I want to die all the time!

If there had not been the old man in front of him, telling him anecdotes every day, he might have already thrown himself into the bloody black sun, following his "companions" around him and turned into a lonely ghost on this desolate planet.

Endless loneliness is a punishment more terrifying than death. Lin Mo, who is just a mortal, has no way to resist this level of erosion from [Nothingness].

Therefore, ever since he traveled to this world, he has wanted to die all the time!

Just when his will to live was completely wiped out, the appearance of the old man in front of him rekindled his hope that besides him, there were still people in this world who were conscious and could communicate.

However, after the communication, he fell into despair again, and the old man was unable to take him away.

In other words, their current situation is the same.

They were trapped on this planet by the huge dark sun in the sky, unable to escape forever!

Lin Mo poked the fire on the ground and looked at the cloudy eyes of the old man opposite. He took out a pipe from his hand and tapped it lightly on his knees.

The ashes are scattered, with dots of starlight.

"Old...senior..."

Lin Mo was a little bored. He hadn't spoken for too long, so his voice was a little stuttering, but he still insisted on speaking. If he didn't speak, he was afraid that he would forget the language of the world in his memory.

After traveling into this body, he inherited most of the other person's memories, but it took him a lot of energy to recall some deep memories.

And even if I remember it, it's useless.

It was like watching an old film tape, without much feeling, but Lin Mo still diligently looked through other people's memories and his own memories every day.

Because he is afraid...

He was afraid that one day, even when he looked back at his own memories, he would feel like he was watching an old film tape.

By that time, will he still be himself?

If one day even he forgets himself, then he is no different from being dead.

"Old Senior, let's talk about the endings of those dragonborns. What happened to them in the end?"

"In this universe, there is a world surrounded by five suns called Rheafar. Above the sky, there is a supreme dragon sitting in a star vortex. Its five heads are five suns. They alternate day and night, rotate the seasons, and protect all living things in the galaxy."

The old man tapped his pipe to knock off the remaining ashes.

"What a great dragon descendant." Lin Mo murmured to himself.

"Great? Perhaps it is also the most lost dragonborn. It tries to retrace the path of its ancestors and ascend to the immortal throne again, but it can no longer do so..."

Lin Moqi asked: "Why can't you do it?"

The old man said calmly: "Because there is a more powerful being standing in front of it, a god that it will never be able to surpass in its lifetime!"

"Who is it?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

The old man frowned, his eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, and finally he let out a long sigh and said, "I don't know, I forgot!"

Lin Mo understood and did not ask any more questions. The old man might have stayed here longer than him, so his memory was more incomplete than his. This kind of condition, which was similar to Alzheimer's disease, often occurred.

"Do you remember the other dragonborn, old man?"

"In the distant homeland of the Infino people, there is a dead dragon named [Crying Wind], which rains endless fire on the land of white embers, causing its offspring to be born in the sea of fire, which burns endlessly!"

"It sounds like a very powerful dragon, but since it's a dead dragon, there's no way this sea of fire can give rise to any life!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, like the sound of knocking on a pot. "Ahem, it is indeed a dead dragon that is unwilling to die. It uses its offspring made of corpses to prove its existence. What a pathetic fellow!"

Lin Qi was silent. It seemed that all dragonborn were in a miserable situation in the eyes of the old man. Lin Qi raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty, smiled and asked: "Since the universe is so big, are there any dragonborn who are in a better situation?"

The old man picked up the pipe, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. Suddenly, he let out an unpleasant laugh: "Ha ha ha, it really exists. In that universe, there is the Misty Fairy Boat. Five Dragon Lords of the Dragon Clinging lineage brought their descendants to sign a contract with the Fairy Boat. They have mutually beneficial symbiosis and are developing well. Xiao Mo, if you escape from this world one day, you can try to go to the Fairy Boat and take a look. Maybe there will be an opportunity for you there!"

Lin Mo smiled bitterly, glanced at the dark sun above his head, and said in despair: "Now we can't even get out of here, let alone the ethereal fairy boat that the senior mentioned!"

"Xiao Mo, don't worry, it will be soon, soon. When the person I'm waiting for comes, you can leave here!"

Lin Qi was shocked. Although the old man often talked nonsense, he never told lies.

"Who is it!" Lin Qi was so surprised and delighted that his breathing became a little unstable.

At this moment, a drop of dark rain fell from the sky, followed by countless drops. Lin Mo rolled over in fear with a look of fear on his face to avoid the raindrops. For a moment he looked a little embarrassed. The old man spread out his raincoat and motioned for him to come in for shelter. Lin Mo did not care about much at this moment and hurriedly hid inside.

These black rains will wash away memories. If you are drenched in them for too long, you may completely forget who you are.

The old man looked into the distance with lifeless eyes. In the dense black rain curtain, there were countless dark hands that were swirling and changing like smoke. One, two, countless hands stretched out from the sea surface on the horizon and stretched towards the sky.

Lin Mo felt as if his soul had been frozen into an ice cube. A chill rose from the soles of his feet. His teeth chattered like a musical instrument. "Old senior, what... are those?"

He never dared to get close to the endless black sea in the distance, and had no idea that there were so many terrifying monsters in the sea!

The old man tightened his raincoat, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "Don't be afraid of them, they are just a group of poor people who can't find their way home..."

After hearing the old man's words, Lin Mo's heartbeat slowly calmed down, but that horrible scene seemed to be deeply imprinted in his soul. The more he wanted to forget it, the more he couldn't forget it. There was even a moment when he wanted to use this mysterious dark rain to forget all the crazy thoughts he had just had.

"What on earth are they?" Lin Mo couldn't help but ask in the end.

The old man said in a low voice: "Blood Guilty Spirit!"

"They, you and I, are all bloody sinful spirits!"