Not long after, Qingya fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, Qing Ya felt that he had sat up, opened the door, and walked out. Although he could clearly feel what he had done at this moment, he could only watch him go out like a bystander, walk through Liuyun Square, pass through many halls, and come to a cliff.
There is a suspension bridge here, suspended thousands of feet high in the sky. Being blown by the mountain wind, it couldn't stop swaying back and forth. One end of the suspension bridge is connected to the cliff here, and the other end stretches into the distance. Looking out, you can only see the outline of a mountain peak, and its black shadow is hidden in the darkness like a giant beast.
I slowly walked onto the suspension bridge and walked forward step by step without any bumps due to the bridge's back and forth shaking. I was like a ghost in the night, submerged in the thick night. At the end of the suspension bridge, there is a small path connected to it. Both sides are overgrown with grass, but the road is extremely clean, not even a pebble can be found.
Not long after, the path came to an end, and there was a dead end in front of it. A towering cliff stood there. Under the mountain wall, there was a huge cave that led to the depths of the mountain. At this moment, in front of the cave, there were several Tianyun disciples guarding them. They were holding long swords and with serious expressions. They stood there upright and carefully observed the surrounding plants and trees.
However, they seemed to be unable to see themselves. As they allowed themselves to pass by, they saw ripples swaying in the void, and the barrier guarding here did not block Qingya's steps. Walking into the dark cave, I realized that this place seemed to be carved by man. On the walls on both sides of the cave, every ten steps or so, there were luminous crystals inlaid. Each one was the size of a fist, and most of them emitted a faint light. Yellow light illuminates the cave and the road ahead.
Looking up, there are murals on the walls on both sides of the cave. They are brightly colored and lifelike. These murals, when connected in series, seem to tell an ancient legendary story.
The originally peaceful land was suddenly swept by an army in black armor one day. They captured towns one after another, and the continuous war spread from the west to the east. At this moment, a group of people in red hindered the advance of the black-armored army. Flames flew from the hands of these men in red, and they were fighting hard against the black-armored army. Subsequently, more people joined the men in red, wearing different clothes and holding various weapons. With the addition of this new force, the battle situation gradually turned around.
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the next scene showed another person standing next to the leader of the black-armored army, Liexun in green shirt. Behind them, there was a black army, like a tidal wave, coming menacingly.
Just when the whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness, someone wearing silver armor descended from the sky, with the sun shining brightly behind him. A swing of the sword was like a blazing sun piercing the darkness, bringing forward light to the world.
I don’t know how much time passed, but on the next screen, two people wearing black and white armor joined together and pierced the long sword in their hands into the body of the man in green. This war seemed to end with the stabbing of these two swords. Then, the man in black armor knelt on the ground, and the god in white would hold his sword towards him. The last picture shows the sun dispersing the dark clouds, the god general holding his sword high, and people cheering like a wave behind him. After more than ten years of war, the human race finally won. These murals record the unparalleled war a thousand years ago, the legend of the god general Tianlan leading the people to repel the two armies of the demons and the underworld.
As the story ends, Qingya has reached the deepest part of the cave. The originally narrow passage now became wider. Looking up, I saw three stone statues standing around, all wearing armor and holding giant swords, like gods looking down at the creatures on the ground. They hold swords in one hand and a chain made of talismans in the other.
Although time has passed for who knows how long, the cinnabar lines on each talisman are still bright and vivid, and even the dust has not been contaminated at all. The connection of each talisman is even more shining with golden light, extremely bright. These three chains extended downward from their hands. A man was half-kneeling on the ground. The three chains tied his arms and neck respectively. In addition, there was a stone pillar on the ground, which passed through the man's chest and kept contact with him. The mountain wall behind is connected.
The man was seen kneeling on one knee, his head lowered slightly, his eyes closed, and his breath was gone, as if he had been dead for a long time. Looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, Qing Ya seemed to feel familiar. After thinking about it carefully, Qing Ya couldn't help but take a few steps back. The same green shirt, the same face, as well as the hilt of the sword in the man's hand and the broken sword fragments scattered around, all indicate that the person in front of him is exactly the one depicted on the mural, that battle a thousand years ago. , the Lord of the Underworld who fell here.
Qingya couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was now so close to the legend from thousands of years ago. The great man who led hundreds of thousands of underworld generals to fight for hegemony in the mountains and rivers was now right in front of him, even though he was completely dead at the moment.
Qingya couldn't help but sigh. He had great glory in the past, but he died in a foreign land. After a thousand years of death, he still couldn't be buried in peace. As the lord of the underworld, the ending was too sad. The fragments of broken swords scattered on the ground had long been corroded into pieces by time. Qingya curiously wanted to pick them up and observe them carefully.
Just when Qing Ya had just picked up a piece of the sword tip, the rotten sword edge instantly cut his palm, and bright red blood spurted out, but instead of being sprinkled on the ground as usual, it gradually condensed in the air. into a stream of water. As the blood continued to flow from the wound, the stream of water became longer and longer, and it seemed to be alive, winding towards the other broken sword fragments.
As soon as those fragments were stained with his own blood, they seemed to come alive in an instant. Under the pull of the blood, they slowly gathered together. The last stream of blood flowed out, but it flew towards the hilt of the sword in Pluto's hand. The sword hilt seemed to feel the call of its companions. It flew out of Pluto's hand with trembling motion, and reunited with the other fragments. There were red lines on the pitch-black sword, as if blood had been used to put the pieces back together again.
And he was dizzy for a while due to excessive blood loss. Qingya looked at his palm and saw that the scar that originally ran through the entire palm had stopped bleeding and was slowly healing.
His vision gradually blurred, which was a sign of fainting due to excessive blood loss. Qingya raised his head with difficulty. In a daze, he saw the dead Pluto, opening his eyes and looking at him. He was about to step forward to take a look. Clearly, the sword that was originally suspended in mid-air was suddenly pointed at him, turning into a red light and penetrating his chest. Then Qingya lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
