The Legend of Futian

The snow at the end of Shenzhou calendar 1034 lasted a long time, and the blizzard of snow stained Tianhe City into silver.

On the last day of the year, Tianhe City is extremely lively. At night, the sky lights up the night, just like daylight.

Wanjia is brightly lit and countless pedestrians are walking on the road.

In the Tianhejiejie Palace, the palace halls of the palaces are all illuminated with divine light, radiating endless space, illuminating the night, sacred and bright.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night.

"Grandpa, why is it so lively this year?" A girl in Tianhe City asked the old man by the hand and asked, with some curiosity, the girl is over ten years old and knows a lot of things. There has never been such an atmosphere.

As if paying special attention to the end of this year, Tianhe Realm is not the same as the Royal Palace. It is very serious and celebrates the whole world.

"Because, it will be another special year right away," the old man said.

"A special year?" The young girl was puzzled, and asked, "How special?"

"You'll know when you grow up." The old man rubbed the girl's head with a smile, his eyes full of kindness, and he looked up at the sky. Many years ago, Tianhejie experienced a big storm. The chaos in the world never seemed to Stopped, but their contribution is indelible, ending an era of darkness and turmoil.

On the snow-capped mountains, Ye Futian sat there practicing, his divine thoughts felt the scenes in Tianhejie, and he couldn't help but wonder, did Tianhejie attach so much importance to the end of the year?

In the years he has spent, it is the first Qingzhou city. It feels like it has the most “year” atmosphere. Later, it gradually moves to a higher level city and a stronger world. The feeling of “year” is getting weaker and weaker. Busy in chasing power and strength, and practicing spiritual supremacy, there is less fireworks in Qingzhou City.

Now, in this Tianhe City, he sees such a bustling scene. Is it the tradition of Tianhe City?

At this moment, a figure walked to Ye Futian, her eyes looked into the distance, her thoughts seemed to penetrate the distance, and she seemed to think of something, and there was a tear in her eyes.

"Peace." Ye Futian looked at the woman next to him and whispered, "Did you miss your father and mother?"

"Um." Ping An smiled and nodded, looking at Ye Futian: "Let the uncle see the joke."

"The wish they had during their lifetime was to wish you peace and happiness, and to walk very peacefully, and not to be too sad," Ye Futian reassured.

"No, I just thought of the scene when I was with my father and mother. It wasn't pure sadness." Ping'an smiled and said: "Uncle, let's go for a walk, as well as the New Year for everyone."

"Okay." Ye Futian nodded, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then walked in the void and walked down the mountain.

It didn't take long for them to come to Tianhe City. There was a constant flow of people in the streets. On this day, no one broke out, no one was fighting for it, and everyone was extremely courteous. Even if there was any friction, it was just a smile Have become tolerant and generous.

Many people walked down the street with their children and felt the warm atmosphere.

"If only this had been the case in the world," said Ping An, smiling at the beautiful and peaceful scene.

Ye Futian shook his head with a smile, this was destined to be just a fantasy.

The two walked aimlessly, and didn't deliberately go there, just watching all this. Perhaps, Ping An wanted to walk the familiar streets and walk the way she had traveled through the years.

"Uncle, do you miss someone?" Ping An slightly looked up at Ye Futian around him. The white hair and Bai Xue blended together, regardless of each other, handsome appearance, clean and clear eyes. Uncle must be a person with a story. Right.

He is gentle and elegant, handsome and unparalleled, talented, and must be pursued by many women, but why young people have gray hair.

Although Ye Futian is fifty years old, for those who are at the top of the sacred realm, fifty years old is definitely a very young age. Even if he cultivates without change, his face can remain unchanged for hundreds of years.

"Of course." Ye Futian smiled. "Not only there are, there are many."

"Who?" Ping An asked curiously.

"My lover, my teacher, my brothers and friends, many people, I miss them." Ye Futian said.

"Since she misses me, why don't you go to them?" Ping An asked, her state was too low, her growth was too difficult to protect her parents, but Ye Futian's state was not low anymore. .

"Things in the world are hard to come by and everyone suffers. I also want to be with them and practice for this purpose." Ye Futian said.

"I understand." Ping An nodded, she used to practice, not to protect her parents.

The uncle must have many stories of his own.

"Is there a lake in Tianhe City?" Ye Futian asked.

"Yes." Ping An nodded. "Uncle wants to see the lake?"

"Um." Ye Futian nodded.

"I'll take Uncle Shi." Ping An led the way in front. It didn't take long for them to come to a lake. It was also bustling and prosperous. There were boat paintings. Someone put a wishing lamp by the lake.

This scene is so familiar.

Ye Futian showed a bright smile on his face. He fell in love with the lake, perhaps because the lake was accompanied by his best memories, the memories of his childhood.

At this moment, a bright and beautiful light came into view, Ye Futian raised his head, and he saw the sky above the lake, the sky full of fireworks blooming. At this moment, the memories seemed to overlap, and time seemed to flow backward.

There were countless cheers from the lake shore, accompanied by fireworks blooming in the air.

Shenzhou lasted 10,35 years and finally arrived.

"It's so beautiful." Peace murmured, and she looked at Ye Futian's side face. Under the fireworks, the already handsome face was even more stunning.

Mo Shangren is like a jade.

Such is the uncle.

Uncle, the bright smile on his face, remembered his beloved.

This night is destined to be an extraordinary night.

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Eastern Divine Land, Three Thousand Realms on the Avenue, Nine Supremes, Countless Lower Realms.

The heavens and the upper world are one of the nine supreme realms, standing in the world at the peak of the Three Thousand Avenues.

However, the strongest realm in the Three Thousand Avenues is without any controversy. It must be the imperial realm above the center of the Ninth Supreme Supreme.

The Protoss belongs to the imperial realm, so even the Tianhe Realm in the lower realm of the Protoss is very strong, and there have been many powerful people, even Tianhe Dazu.

In the center of the imperial realm, there is a supreme temple, towering into the sky, standing on the top of the cloud, sacred and mighty shore.

This shrine is shrouded in countless divine light. All passing people are extremely devout and bow down to worship.

This is the symbolic land of Emperor Realm, the Emperor Palace.

It is rumored that this was once the palace of the Emperor Donghuang.

To this day, there is still a statue of the emperor. It is said that the emperor has the divine intention to stay on the idol.

At this time, the sky above the Emperor's Palace was moving in clouds.

The extremely sacred light fell from the sky and turned into colorful divine light. The clouds filled the sky and the vast sky seemed to be rolling.

At this moment, there seemed to be a light of God coming from the sky and falling on top of that temple.

Then, an invisible wave swept across the heavens.

"clang……"

A bell rang, ringing through the sky.

The bell melded between heaven and earth, turning into invisible rhythmic movements, like infinite lightning, traveling through endless void.

In the imperial realm, there are top forces, palaces, and a towering sacred hall. Many people are praying to heaven, and thousands of people are kneeling behind them, sacred and religious.

"clang."

The bell came, and I saw the person praying to heaven bow down and worship at the same time, as if he knew the bell would come.

"The gods are coming, and we are waiting here." On the Qitian altar, the old man looked so solemn, waiting for the gods from the Emperor's Palace.

The Protoss, with God as their surname, is one of the forces standing on the top of the imperial realm.

However, at this time, many of the Protoss gathered in the same place, looking at the distance.

"clang."

The bell fell, ringing in their minds.

Not only them, the endless areas, the strongest boundary of the Three Thousand Avenues, and the widest boundary. At this moment, the endless souls heard the bell.

What's more terrible is that the bell rang directly through the Three Thousand Avenues realm and headed towards the Nine Supremes, such as the Upper Heaven Realm and the Heaven Realm Realm.

In the temple of the upper world, the bells ring; the golden kingdom of God, the bells ring; on the Taixuan Mountain, the bells ring.

In the heavens of heaven, the bells rang; in the days of Fan Jingtian, the bells rang; in the purple sky palace, the bells rang.

No one knows how to describe this bell, this is a miracle, the true hand of God, the bell of the emperor.

When the bell rang, all figures in the Imperial Palace of the Emperor Realm wore one-color clothing and flickered in different directions. It seemed that they were heading towards the Nine Supremes.

As far as the endless distant Tianhejie ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ye Futian and Ping'an have returned to the snow-capped mountains, the sky is clear, there are no clouds, and the sun falls.

Shenzhou calendar lasted for ten and thirty-five years, as if everything had begun.

"clang."

At this moment, a bell came from above the snow-capped mountains. Ye Futian, sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Come, everywhere, resounded through the entire Tianhe City.

"Where's the voice?" Ye Futian had only waves in his heart, and his body rose into the air, trying to find the source of the bell.

Above the snow-capped mountain, an old man walked on the snow and looked up at the sky.

"Master." Ye Futian's figure landed next to the old man, revealing a questioning look.

The old man still stared at the sky, and said, "The Shenzhou calendar is 1035 years, and it is another time point. The Eastern Phoenix Emperor unified China for 350 years. If this is calculated, it can also be called, Donghuang calendar, 350 years! "