If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

A brief, intense breath of life coursed through the mountains and forests, violently stimulating the seeds stored underground.

It blooms with enormous energy, like a firework flying into the sky, no longer seeking long-term existence, nor expecting rebirth next year, but gathering everything in the present, briefly blooming the most gorgeous flower in life.

In this cold world, dead trees are reborn again, going against the weather, the cold, and the laws of nature, and forcibly rewriting the fate of withering and death.

Even if only for a moment.

Verdant leaves and branches grow from the scorched trunks, and seeds hidden deep underground rapidly grow into towering trees.

The hurricane came from afar, but was blocked by the dense forest. The tall trees were bent by the hurricane, the thick trunks were torn into cracks, and the roots deep in the ground were uprooted by the hurricane. The storm swept everything and destroyed everything.

In the center of the forest, a gentle breath came. It took itself as the main body and continuously regulated the circulation, extracting part of the vitality of the trees in the deep woods that were not affected by the storm, and used it to feed the trees that withstood the storm. No matter how violent the hurricane was, it could never tear apart the warriors on the outermost layer. Destruction and continuation coexisted, as if in a tug-of-war with the god of death, which was one step ahead.

You can withstand hurricanes, but what about flames falling from the sky?

The everlasting fire fell from the ancient tree of life that reached the sky and landed deep in the forest. Even if it relied on its own mobilization to form a cycle together to resist the hurricane, no matter how much life energy there was, it would only become better nourishment for the inextinguishable fire, nourishing its body. Looking at the forest in front of him that was disintegrating from the inside by the fire, Feng Shuang was not depressed or lost.

On the contrary, she was extremely happy, as if something she had been unable to find was hidden right beside her.

She opened her arms and let the fire in the forest burn through her body.

The burning of the flames was so painful that she couldn't help but groan. As a pure life, as a body assimilated by the tree demon, it would continue to repair itself after being damaged, and after being repaired, it would continue to burn in the flames, just like a piece of wood that could never burn out. It could only continue to stay in pain and despair.

She watched everything that happened with a smile, gave up resistance, and gave up the cycle of the mountains and forests. She raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky.

"It's so dark. It's not as beautiful as before."

She whispered softly, slowly raised her burning arms, and slid them gently across the sky as if caressing it, trying to wipe away the gloomy sky and let the sun hidden under the clouds appear again.

The spiritual energy gathered in his body suddenly dissipated, he gave up his own life, abandoned the mountain ghosts that had been gathered and nurtured in the mountains and forests for thousands of years, returned this desire to all life, gave up this naturally formed power, mobilized the broken world again, and nourished it with life.

Against the flames, the burning flowers bloom again, the dry trees bear fruit again, and the dilapidated world briefly welcomes a period of spring. With the coming of the new wind, the last rays of spring disappear again.

She lay on the ground, losing all her breath, with only a gentle smile still giving to the world.

……

The crow in the distance seemed to sense something and fell from the sky, covering his body with dust like a layer of armor.

Looking at the burnt body, only ashes floated into the sky.

He knew that Feng Shuang was also dead in this ruined world.

In the distance, the original progress that he had not been able to feel before also disappeared in the cold winter.

He is the only one left in this ruined world.

The world is still being destroyed, life is still passing away, and everyone I once knew, whether good or bad, has disappeared one by one.

"It seems like there is a hint of loneliness and a bit of desolation."

The dark crows whispered softly.

"Shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

“In a crowded world, one is alone.”

He looked up in confusion, as if he had forgotten something very important.

Spreading its wings again, it flew into the sky, accompanying the flying ashes, flying to an unknown place.

……

During the long flight, I don’t know how long it has passed since the end of the season, and I don’t know when the storm ended. The gushing magma stopped erupting when everything was burned out. The scenery that once had distinct seasons and different places is now as dead silent as charcoal.

There is no life in this world anymore, or rather, only he is left.

He didn't know how he was able to survive in this devastated world.

He didn't think about these questions, not because he didn't want to, but because it was meaningless.

I thought I would die of hunger, but I didn't expect that since some time ago, I no longer even needed to eat.

During the long time, many deaths nourished his body. At this moment, Ji Mo's body is far beyond that of an ordinary crow. His wings have become dark. The light that once shone on his hair would also flash other lights, but now there is only pure black, as if death is entangled in it.

"So, what am I still doing here?"

Soaring in the sky at the end of the season, I looked up at the sky, and the dust fog was still there, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night.

There seemed to be no difference between day and night. The scorching sun, the full moon and the stars had long disappeared, leaving only endless mist.

Time is still passing, but everything has disappeared, and there will be no new spring. The whole world seems dead, without any life.

……

I don't know how much time has passed, but in this dead world, not even the ashes can be seen, and there is no wind blowing from the other side of the world. The world seems to have turned into a pool of stagnant water. No matter how much stimulation is done, not a ripple will be produced.

The boiling fog in the air has disappeared, and all that remains is a broken sky with nothing in it.

At the end of the season, I stood on the ground, looking up at the sky, not knowing what I was doing or what I should do.

He gradually forgot why he existed here, why he was still alive, and even almost forgot his own name.

I just keep watching, not knowing what I am watching for.

The empty sky remained unchanged. Ji Mo asked blankly, "What was I doing?"

He forgot that even the person who was immersed in his heart had stopped responding a long time ago.

He was the only one left between heaven and earth.

He was at a loss as to why he was still here. He remembered that there seemed to be a voice telling him to continue to be patient and continue to wait, because something was waiting for him.

Don't give up, and don't leave.

Time flies, and countless years have passed.

Ji Mo's body grew stronger again, and the white circles around his eyes gradually changed, like a golden glow, faintly emerging. He soared in the sky, scanning the world he had seen countless times, searching over and over again, and enduring again and again.

Keep waiting.