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The deer, Zhenzhen walked alone, the sky was still bright, and the sun was about to fall behind the source of the mountain. The sun and the moon were still celestial bodies in time. But the time here is not linear. The time coordinate here is the space coordinate. If you don't move in the direction of Yuanliu Mountain, the sun will not move. The space here is also time. He has only one way and one range to walk, which is the road of pilgrimage.

To follow the damaged, ultra-ancient ruins to reach Yuanliu Mountain. It is not the first time Lu Zhengkang has come... He knows that the real danger is that at the foot of the mountain, the power of the destiny turns into wind and snow and floats in the sky, hunting down their starfallers, and freezing their minds and bodies into ice rocks.

The falling star has no flesh and no pain. The only danger is that the robes on the body will be frozen and torn apart. These are the past experiences. If these things are broken and dusted, the falling star will die, and the runes will be exposed and become The legacy of latecomers.

The greatest danger is forgetting.

Death is forgetting. Fate staying is even the biggest forgetting. Forgetting is the ending. The ending will also lead to forgetting. After forgetting, there is no death. After forgetting, all the glory and pain disappear. The waves of the universe calm down and the heartstrings The shock subsided. Forget this thing, it's so clean.

But in short, if the falling star still remembers his own existence, he will not die. If there are two starfallers walking together, they can call each other's true names by singing, and they can warm each other...remember each other's names.

Falling stars is selfless, helping others to make a pilgrimage is the only achievement in this bleak place.

Lu Zhengkang didn’t know if he could meet a companion this time... maybe, that’s good, they could—Lu Zhengkang was walking in the desert, he quickly saw the sanctuary in front of him, naturally it was also collapsed— If the starfallers have companions, they can sing to each other's strength and activate each other's tassels, so that they can dance, it is naturally the best. If you encounter familiar hands, experienced starfallers, and even those mysterious ancient white robes Falling stars couldn't be better.

It's just that he doesn't hope that he will meet someone. In such a bitter journey, any expectation and waiting are extravagant and thrilling. Don't expect to have companions, or even be direct, don't expect.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his red robe, the thin lines on it, each stripe is a story, a story of his clone, the more stories it carries, the tougher the red robe...it's better than nothing. When attacked by the sky survey float, the toughest red robe is just a piece of torn paper. Only he himself can understand these stories, and read them from time to time, so that he knows who the last name is.

Okay, my name is Lu Zhengkang, which is very clear.

This piece of rune is a hollow knight, this piece is a Bodhisattva of Deer, this piece is a three-eyed troll, this piece is an assassin... It turns out that my past is so rich, why I didn't realize it in the past.

He looked down and looked fascinated, and suddenly raised his head. On the sky, behind Yuanliu Mountain, there is a star galloping in the sky. It is a falling star. Is he a new viewer? Or is it a liberated person who has completed a cycle from Yuanliu Mountain and wants to leave? Lu Zhengkang stared, his gaze chased, the meteor trailing, the beautiful comet tail, like a splash of snow.

The more beautiful the world, the greater the sin of forgetting.

Lu Zhengkang regained his gaze and continued to move on to the sanctuary. On the piles of wreckage of buildings that can be seen everywhere, old broken cloth strips are drifting in the wind and sand, like a resident spirit, on the ruins of time and silence. . Lu Zhengkang used singing to light up these ancient cloth strips, and the light burned them out. Then, red silk cloth flew out. A lot of silk cloth, all corpses, all souls, these ancient debris, Death has not been forgotten, they light up Lu Zhengkang's tassels.

Singing can evoke memories-and that is why it can activate these ancient wrecks.

He is going to the pilgrims gate at the end of the broken bridge in the sanctuary.

However, there is no need to worry. He explored here, half-buried in the wind and sand, and there are many more buried. He found runes here. There are three in total. These runes have extended his tassel a lot. Now , He can fly farther. In addition, there are also murals on the ancient pilgrimage road. After the monument is activated with singing, the murals will appear, telling the story of the ancient white robes building the kingdom of Shangyuan.

None of these have been forgotten.

Lu Zhengkang suddenly saw a white robe flying over in the distance. He was a little surprised, like a flying bird. He was taken aback and hurried to catch up, but the white robe disappeared so far away, only a sound was left. Clear singing: Phoenix.

Huang, this is the rune of the falling star.

Startled, Lu Zhengkang flew over the broken bridge, and the man was completely gone. In the upper edge is the superposition of countless time and space. Don't watch that phoenix appear in front of him, but in fact, they are just two straight lines that intersect slightly.

It is a white robe, Lu Zhengkang is not without envy: the ancients, they have long tassels like comet tails, endless mana, absolutely firm memories. They repeated the cycle again and again, trying to extend the upper margin, postpone forgetting, and fought against the torrent of fate.

This kind of accomplishment is something that those low-level beings with the name mayfly can't understand, and there is no need to understand it. If you don't stand at the same height, many things don't matter.

At the gate of the pilgrims, Lu Zhengkang used singing to awaken the monuments on both sides of the ancient star-falling monument, so a beam of light cast down in front of the star-falling monument, clear and clear, Lu Zhengkang stepped into the beam of light and sat down cross-legged.

He fell into meditation.

The world of meditation is pure white, pure white like chaos blurs all traces...In the depths of pure white, a tall white-robed man slowly floats out, Lu Zhengkang looks up, looking up to the Chongwei white-robed elder .

The white-robed elder sang softly, so the pure white light faded, and Lu Zhengkang saw it: an ancient memory.

The fringe flow in the Yuanliu Mountain burst out. This is the beginning of everything. Everything starts from it. Therefore, the concept is born, the universe is born, and life is born. The ancients in life pursue the power of the flow, it is Mana, and it is precisely Memories, they used this to build a grand nation in the land of predestined flow~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The memory faded, and the light of the ancient star falling monument in front of Lu Zhengkang had dimmed. Similarly, the gate of pilgrims slowly opened.

He marched forward...At the bright end of the deep corridor behind the door, there seemed to be a small shadow, and he sang: too.

Lu Zhengkang hurriedly sang: Deer.

However, the person did not respond, and suddenly jumped-another left.

Lu Zhengkang chased him, but after all he could not see him again.

Rushing through the promenade-facing you, the light reflected on the Yuanzhi Desert is like a soft pink cherry blossom, and the sky is blue like a mirror.

One minute closer to Yuanliu Mountain, the sun sank a minute.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at his robe, always remembering his name.

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