After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

At first, it was a chaotic nothingness.Until the evil god heard the prayers of the wanderers who were almost in despair, there was a barren dead land in the circle, fingers were hooked, the ground collapsed into a basin, and a towering holy mountain stood in the center of the basin plain.

The Sumuya people settled here and multiplied——

This is the original place.

Then the volcano erupted.

The magma has been piled up to the mountainside, and the holy mountain has become a low hill.

Survivors worship the mountain as a god, offering sacrifices and praying——

This is the realm of worshiping gods.

Later, the lake burst.

Only the top of the hills is exposed to the water, and the holy mountain has become an island in the middle of the lake.

Survivors make canoe homes, develop craft—

This is the country of floating.

Afterwards, the dust was endless.

Most of the stone pillars on the island were submerged, and the holy mountain became a small white pier.

The returnees found the sands, built the palace—

This is the land of gold.

Then the earth collapsed.

The giant pagoda with a hundred feet to the sky fell, and the holy mountain became a broken two-story building.

Survivor cities are fortified, and all people are soldiers——

This is the city of fortresses.

Then the meteorite fell.

The watchtower was hit, and the holy mountain became a pile of earth and rocks that just reached people's waists.

Survivors rebuild on the ruins and open business routes——

This is the Village of Embers.

after that--

Sand locust storm.

Tens of thousands of years of ups and downs, the past seems like a fleeting moment.The time between reality and fantasy is like two colorful silks intertwined with each other. When the village of embers ends, they converge and intersect into one point.

Under the blood-red sky, the violent swarm of locusts was like a grayish-yellow city wall, wrapped in thunder and electricity, and charged towards the vulnerable village with an overwhelming momentum.

Behind him, the lights in the temple flickered.In this exit leading to the nightmare, the light of irresistible temptation flickers.This time, without any hesitation, Duanmujian turned and stepped into the gate of the temple.

Lu Ran carefully manipulated Ruomu with his magic power, avoiding any heavy pressure, even breathing unconsciously.Now the only remaining Ruomu can no longer withstand any movement, and it is so fragile that even the sharing of vision must be done carefully.

He could no longer pass Ruomu and give Duanmujian any hints.

What's more, even if Ruomu could still move, Lu Ran would not stop her.

Translucent souls exuding silver-white light followed behind Duanmujian, filed in, and walked into the deep mountainside.

Inside the temple, thousands of complex and gorgeous murals extend to the depths of the temple.

Dancing around the bonfire, civilians with colorful tattoos on their bare arms, and different costumes; priests with ghost masks flying around the bonfire, talking to the mountains; A brave man aiming at a huge worm; a nobleman wearing a golden crown, a gold chain around his neck, and covered in gold ornaments; a soldier who is fully armed and covered in armor...

They seem to be temporarily sealed in the years, only to return to the world on the appointed day.People belonging to the past are frozen on the painting wall, but their eyes still seem to be quietly watching the world.

Duanmu quietly looked at the seemingly endless murals.

She had met them in dreams across time and space, but she had to forget them again and again.

In the real temple, Lu Ran told them the situation in the dream.Song Jun seemed to have suddenly remembered something. In the vague memory of the dream adventure, she searched hard and muttered to herself with a little hesitation:

"No……"

Lu Ran didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Song Jun confirmed it again in her mind, raised her head and replied: "There are no buildings. In the murals, there are only one person after another, and there has never been any buildings."

In the reverse journey, in the first few worlds, Yi Yao can barely translate the characters of that era, but from the country of floating, to the land of worshiping gods and the original land, the characters are too old, even Yi Yao can't understand up.And these complicated words are the main reason why Xianmeng originally planned to send Yu Bujin to support Shahai.

Yu Bujin was seriously injured because he was bewitched during the deciphering of the magic text.Although the group of them was not as sensitive to words as he was, Duanmujian restored the former style by interpreting another language that was not expressed in words.

Qixiu believes that seeing a device is like seeing a person.From the appearance, texture, and material of the spirit weapon refined by each person, one can see the person's conduct and conduct.In the same way, the Duanmu family believes that the "heart" is stored in the building.

The construction of houses in an era will also reflect the vicissitudes of this era.As long as you master the skills, you can see a lot of information from the aesthetic details of house construction.

When the text could no longer be deciphered, Duanmujian began to interpret the language of architecture.

Song Jun was puzzled:

"If a hundred years ago, people who excavated grottoes after being inspired by dreams painted buildings on the walls, then Duanmujian could interpret history through murals even if he couldn't read foreign languages. But why, the water you described Villages, golden palaces, fortresses, never appear in the painting?"

Is it because those mural painters are not skilled enough?

At the same moment, Duanmu Jian in the dream stood at the entrance of the temple, looking at the remaining murals, with a few lines of text.

It was to interpret this text that she sent out a plea for help, and Xianmeng sent Song Jun and Lu Ran here.But why, after Yi Yao's translation, this text only describes the history of the past few decades?

Is it because those who return from dreams carrying memories are vulgar?

She once completely lost her confidence due to the tragic reincarnation of disasters, and knelt under the cold stone pillars in the realm of worshiping the gods, hoping that someone could give an answer to all these misfortunes.

Yi Yao's face is calm and soft, his obsidian-like eyes are shining with a soul-stirring luster:

"I have nothing to say. There are always things that cannot be conveyed in words."

In fact, it is so...

Inside the temple, Lu Ran laughed softly:

"You really forgot."

Lu Ran raised his head, and there seemed to be billions of stars twinkling in his eyes:

"You forget that you have seen fully fortified cities in the desert. You have seen golden palaces standing in the sand. You have seen thousands of wooden houses floating on the blue waves. You have also seen all these miracles, It was destroyed in the catastrophe of heaven and earth."

Lu Ran stared into Song Jun's eyes:

"What kind of bright brush and ink can be used to describe the 1-year-long magnificent legendary journey of Sumuya; what kind of superb painters should be hired to paint these unimaginable grand scenes on the rock wall?"

Song Jun lowered her head, thoughtful.

Lu Ran's soft tone was like a long sigh:

"I can't do it at all! No matter how exquisite the colors are, no matter how delicate the brushwork is, they are so sad and clumsy in front of the real epic. Even if I spend my whole life writing and painting, I can't express one ten thousandth of Su Muya's shock.

Those latecomers who self-righteously reproduce Sumuya's past from these poor murals with barren imagination can bring nothing but blasphemy. "

In the dream, Duanmujian stood silently at the entrance of the temple.

Even though the memory is lost in time, her heart still throbs with the lost past.

No one language, one character, or one expression is enough to write a history book for Sumuya.

Any exquisite, detailed and meticulous description is nothing but a blurred and distorted mirror.

The avenue is silent, and the dream is empty.

So in the end, there is nothing to say.

The dense swarm of insects swept in like a black tide, and the empty and dilapidated village was instantly submerged by hundreds of millions of migratory locusts.The silver-white souls have all been evacuated to the temple——

The people who built the temple nearly a hundred years ago would never have imagined that the cave in the belly of the rock wall would become the last shelter of Sumuya in the midst of the extinct insect plague a hundred years later.

Duanmu Jian casually turned into a thick earth wall, blocking the entrance of the temple, temporarily isolating chaos and disasters outside the door.The thunderous insects seemed to gradually die down.

But Duanmujian knew very well that this was just an illusion.If in reality, the stone gate containing the "mind" is finally crushed, then the earth wall that is completely transformed by spiritual power and has no soul is even less likely to stop the impact of the swarm.

In the depths of the temple, there is a bright and tempting fire, illuminating the only peaceful pure land in the midst of natural disasters.Perched high above the rock face are those exquisite portraits of figures, staring at them from above with black and white eyes.

Duanmujian walked in with his silvery white soul, and stopped until he got deep enough.

The soul paused with her, stood in place silently, turned and stared at her.

Bang, bang, bang.

Outside the earth-stone gate, there was a duller and more frightening crash than the last.

It's time to make the final choice.

Duanmujian's hand was pressed against the rock wall, her expression was gloomy and gloomy, and the heavy pressure made her outstretched arm tremble uncontrollably.

During the reverse journey, for a while, Lu Ran lost contact with them in his dream.As a result, as soon as Ruomu regained her composure, she immediately brought a piece of news that made her eyes go dark.

People and Grottoes can only choose one.

Lu Ran wanted to blow up the first half of the temple covered with murals to keep the crazy bloodthirsty locusts out.

She didn't know if the soul could understand her words, but she still spoke:

"You stay here, don't follow me."

Soul didn't answer, Duanmujian took it as they understood.

She leaned on the wall and stepped back towards the door step by step, with complicated emotions surging in her heart.

A strange hallucination appeared before her eyes.She seemed to be able to feel that a few hours ago, Lu Ran also listened to the gradual sound of insects outside the wall, made the same difficult decision, and with the same complicated state of mind, also stepped back step by step while holding onto the wall, and touched it for the last time. These magnificent murals.

His own memory is fading, but Lu Ran can only observe the dream through the limited vision of his eyes.

If you choose to blow up the murals and the temple, at least for a hundred years, no one will know the miracle of this land under the yellow sand.

However, as she told Lu Ran before.The Sumuya people in the land of ashes will put the coffins of the deceased into caves in the mountains.And those who were inspired by the dream back then did not excavate this temple cave for the purpose of making tombs for their descendants a hundred years later.

Wherever the finger of a genius monk with dual spiritual roots in civil engineering touched, thick, long and ferocious cracks appeared on the rock wall, tearing apart the exquisite mural in an instant.The rock on the top of the cave loosened in resonance with the spiritual power, and fell heavily between Duanmu Jian and the silver-white soul.

Soul looked at the opposite side, silently watching Duanmujian's figure being gradually blocked by falling rocks.

In order to blow up the entrance, Lu Ran almost used up all the thunder tubes.But she has dual spiritual roots of civil engineering, so it is much easier to create a crack in the mountainside than Lu Ran.

There is just one difference.In reality, the explosion created by Lu Ran blocked himself in the temple.But in the dream, Duanmujian had to go in another direction.

On the cracked murals, the frozen characters seemed to be alive again.They turned their necks stiffly, condescendingly looked down at Duanmujian below with black and white eyes, raised their arms, and pointed to the direction in which the painted wall extended ahead.

Go forward, don't look back.

The falling rocks completely blocked the passage leading to the depths of the temple, and all escape routes were cut off.Duanmujian took a deep breath, and the awe-inspiring spiritual power of the Nascent Soul Stage monk gushed out, forming a spiritual barrier to cover his whole body.

Carrying against the falling earth and rocks, she turned and rushed towards the entrance of the temple.

The violent swarm completely destroyed the village, and the Sumuya survived by hiding in the temple.This is the end of Emberland.

However, this is by no means the end of Sumya.

She came here not to mourn the end of the ancient country.

She stands here to witness the birth of a new miracle tonight.

The hastily built earthen wall has been bitten by migratory locusts, and a large hole has been torn out. The largest migratory locusts swarmed from outside the temple, trying to block Duanmujian to death in the temple.

When she was building the stone gate outside the temple, she inadvertently turned her head and saw the endless storm of insects like a huge black wall extending infinitely. She rolled her eyes and passed out silently.

Not because she was timid.It was because she was still young, not yet used to the lingering death hovering over her head like a black cloud.So when he was caught off guard by the shadow cast by the magic locust, the defense line in his heart was instantly crushed.

But now, after going through several rounds of washing, her heart is already so peaceful.

When she arrived at the original place for the first time and restored contact with Lu Ran through Ruomu, she thought she had discovered the whole truth, and firmly concluded that the dream was a journey against the sky, the temple was the key, and the thousand-year history of Sumuya was the result of being born. The tragic reincarnation of death.

She now finally knows how wrong she was.

Not born to die.

But resurrected from the dead.

The spiritual shield around his body was flowing with light, and the spiritual power turned into an invisible blade, cutting a path.According to the distance, she has clearly reached the gate of the temple, but the optical fiber is still dim.

The rock walls on both sides squirmed and squeezed inward as if they were alive, and the passage gradually shrunk.The moment Duanmujian figured out what it was, he almost vomited it out.

This is the worm wall...

Migratory locusts the size of knuckles lie on the rocky mountain where the temple is located, stacked thickly, and accumulate layers, like grayish-yellow snow, completely covering the rocky mountain, without a trace of the mountain exposed.

When Lu Ran looked out with the soul lamp, it was only a few feet high.But now, the impenetrable swarm of insects is squeezed together, and it is already more than a dozen thick...

It was like a huge mouth, swallowing the entire rock mountain into its stomach.People who hide in the cavity of the mountain think that this is a shelter, and through the rocks above their heads, it is the fresh air from the outside world.

But they didn't know that at this moment, this rocky mountain was more like a coffin, and hundreds of millions of migratory locusts buried them alive deep underground.Countless pairs of cold, dark inorganic worm eyes seem to be able to look down through the rock wall, staring deeply at the people hiding in the depths of the temple.

Duanmujian was about to cry, and she sincerely cursed the person who decided to send her to return to the spirit.What kind of illusion did she give Xianmeng, making them think that she was a heroine who was trapped in a wormhole and could still keep her face unchanged?

In reality, Song Jun asked anxiously about the progress in the dream.Lu Ran fell into suspicious silence, thinking that he couldn't find a suitable word to describe this disgusting insect mountain to Song Jun tactfully.

In fact, if it wasn't for his conscience, Lu Ran would have cut off his vision with Ruomu long ago.

What is the wall full of wriggling worms, what is the thick pile of worms that buried them alive on the top of the mountain, what are the billions of black worm eyes staring at the bottom of the rock wall...

Duanmujian may not remember anything when he wakes up, and it is very likely that his eyes were the only ones polluted from the beginning to the end.

Ruomu in the sleeve vibrated against her wrist.Duanmujian felt the vibration on the inside of his wrist, and felt a warm current in his heart.She is not alone.In another world, there are still people watching her move forward.

She slowed down her pace, stood among the gradually gathering insects, calmed her disordered breathing, and stopped her random attacks.The spiritual power re-condensed and turned into a sharp gust of wind, cutting forward with a destructive force, clearing a path in an instant.

Duanmujian suddenly increased his speed and flew forward.The migratory locusts quickly reunited, and the opening in front of them was closing rapidly, like the wriggling intestines of some giant beast.

Duanmujian closed his eyes, raised his hands to protect his face, broke through the last blockage, and rushed out.

The moment she rushed out of the temple, the rock collapsed.Together with the swarm of insects crouching on the mountain like thick velvet blankets, they instantly shattered into countless light powders and disappeared into the void.

The temple disappeared without a trace.The convenient exit out of the dreamland closed the door.

There was nothing but bare, barren ruins in front of them.The demon locusts that had crossed the border before had destroyed everything, and the entire village was razed to the ground, leaving only a few scattered ruins, and there were almost no traces of people living here.

Duanmujian took a few steps forward unconsciously, but found helplessly that he couldn't find a way to confirm the position and direction.She didn't even know if she was still standing on the land of Sumuya.

There are no mountains, no pillars, no towers.

She lost the coordinates of her return.

At this moment, Ruomu flew out of his sleeve.The thin wings full of scars flapped vigorously, dragging the spiritual core that was about to split, and staggered forward.

When Lu Ran and Ruomu shared their vision, they used the power of the copper lamp in their souls.The flame of the magic lamp burned in his pupils, allowing him to see something that Duanmujian hadn't discovered yet.

Duanmujian followed closely behind Ruomu.But the only remaining Ruomu was already at the end of its strength, and fell to the ground before flying very far, completely losing its spiritual response.

If the target's field of vision is pitch black.

In the depths of the real temple, Lu Ran opened his eyes helplessly.

He can only go so far.

Duanmujian had to walk the last part of the road by himself.

Yi Yao caressed the top of his head comfortingly, bent his slender fingers, and used his bent knuckles to gently trace Lu Ran's tired eyebrows and eyes, without looking too worried.

After all, Duanmujian was going to complete the last part of the journey instead of them.

A bloody, grotesque sky hangs overhead, bulging toward the ground.Directly above, there is no light reflected in the huge circular black spot.

Duanmujian picked up the wreckage of Ruomu and put it in his sleeve, and asked in a voice only he could hear:

"are you tired."

Er Ruomu, who had been broken, of course couldn't give any response.Even when it is healthy, it is not a magic weapon that can be used to transmit sound.

But Duanmujian still whispered:

"It's okay, then you can rest for a while."

She said to herself to the silent magic weapon:

"I will walk the rest of the way alone. It's just...just if possible, please stay behind and watch my back as I move forward."

Please look at her through Ruomu—even though reason tells her that it is almost impossible for the scene here to be transmitted to reality.But she was willing to fool herself for a brief moment, pretending to be able to see.

That invisible gaze let her know that she was never alone in this long march of ten thousand years.

She put Ruomu away and searched slowly along the direction Lu Ran pointed out to her last.

Suddenly, her foot seemed to step on something.

Duanmujian lowered his head and found that he had stepped on a small white gravel.It looks like a newly sprouted plant seedling, but only a few centimeters high, with a pointed tip pointing directly at the sky.

A strong premonition prompted her to squat down, and carefully use her spiritual power to dig up the sand around the white stone, revealing the tall and thin diamond buried in the underground ridge.

There is a kind of secluded magic weapon, which will stay in place after being thrown, hence the name.It was originally a magic weapon for positioning in the flowing lake water for the immortal families on both sides of the lake to get rid of water ghosts.When preparing for his departure, Lu Ran changed the direction in which the spiritual veins flowed so that it could be used in the sea of ​​sand

Lu Ran refined the Qiming Star into a blooming flower.In order to prevent the magic weapon from being overturned and washed away by the crazy insect swarm, he removed the top of the magic weapon and designed it as a stem under the flower.

The magic weapon soaked in the moonlight was turned upside down and fixed on the top of the holy mountain, with the sharp top pointing straight up to the sky.

Impossible to move, unshakable—

【Unmovable Gun】

The author has something to say:

Immovable Gun×Chekov's Gun√

So I said at the beginning, the unmovable gun is the MVP (dog head)

I’m having fun again√Although I feel that I’m writing the article to cheer myself up and touch myself, but I’m still having a good time√

Sha Haixu wrote 10,000+ words, just to have a good time when closing the foreshadowing in the last few chapters√

In the next two chapters, we will make a magic trick for everyone—the disappearance of the main character!

If the destination navigation ends here, Duanmujian is left to complete the final journey.

(It's not because she's special, it's just because it needs a person who can't wake up with memory to complete the final ending. Sha Hai will explain it in the last chapter.)