There was once a man who traveled thousands of miles and experienced the sufferings of this world. He turned all the thoughts in his heart into what he saw, making the hungry and cold people feel the warmth of the world, and making the lonely and helpless people gain spiritual comfort.
No matter where he goes, he is like stars holding the moon. He always makes him happy beyond words. His eyes are boundless, and what he sees is the world and the world.
As his follower, the woman didn't think so. The so-called prosperity had never been seen before. She remembered-
The young brave man said that his hands could bring warmth to the world.
The noble swordsman said that life seems like yesterday, and the unknown tomorrow is exciting.
The immortal elder said that the footprints of the wind are left in the mountains and rivers, blowing through the flowers, plants and trees, like tender poems and delicate silk.
Their thoughts may have been in the past, and they no longer know when they landed or where they sprouted, but the scene she yearned for was still ahead. Only a hundred dreams stayed here for a moment, mocking this unreal world that was stuck in the quagmire. people.
Their realm is so lofty, and how could I stand at such a pinnacle with them?
Looking at their backs as they left with happy smiles after surviving the disaster, Timifia lowered her head and looked at her hands. The scars on her fingers were like the loneliness she endured silently, which caused unspeakable pain in her heart.
"The power you rely on does not match the identity you have, and this is the result." The externalized Flame Lord, the god who controls Jueyan, spoke behind her and broke through her knot.
"Although I don't really want to admit it, you are right. There is a big gap between me and them. I am to them just like they are to you." Timifei did not deny the Dragon God's statement. Ya just nodded slightly lonely.
"It is they who are powerful, not me. If your test is for an individual, based on my performance, I must be unqualified." At this point, Timifia suddenly calmed down her scowl and relaxed her mentality. At the same time, he stretched his body with his back to the other person.
"Fortunately, our brave man and his companions are outstanding enough. This is just right. We have such reliable juniors and entrust the future of mankind to them. That way I can feel more relaxed."
"Having said that, it can be seen that you are still unwilling to accept this." Looking at the other person's back, the Dragon God's cold eyes moved slightly, and he could see through his true nature with just one glance.
"You need to know that there may be many differences in opinions among the gods, but without exception, there has never been any discrepancy in their choices. Do you know what has supported you to this point?"
"The tragic past? The will to become stronger? The desire to witness and protect the future?"
Timifia came up with a variety of answers, but without exception she was denied by the Dragon God.
"It is closer to the essence than the stimulation at the thinking level. Spend the rest of your life recalling the inevitable and essential factors that constitute the "cohabitation of mortals and saints", and the uniqueness that distinguishes them from others..."
The phantom of memory is like ripples in a pond, appearing suddenly and dissipating quickly. Even though it was subtle, it still resonated deeply in Timifia's heart.
She suddenly recalled the unfolding of those old stories she heard from the bards when she was a child.
The most powerful monster must have some unknown past, and it will keep fighting to get rid of that past. This may be the starting point of the monster.
And where exactly is her starting point? Timifia couldn't help but picture the appearance of the seraph that appeared in front of her at that time.
Is that really an angel? Or someone else?
"It seems that she has noticed it." At the same time, on the Sea of Final Silence, the God-man who was lost in meditation opened his eyes. The originally calm sea surface was centered on him in a thousandth of a second. The rushing sword intent opened up eight abyss.
"—The only sage of Yosivaya!"
What exactly happened before that, Villafa who witnessed it all did not know, and the same goes for everyone who fought bloody battles on the battlefield.
They only knew that at that moment, the ultimate light and the arrogant "absolute" came without any warning.
He is greater than all known, and He brings down the golden light of holiness.
Everything around him suddenly turned into smoke and zoomed out. Villafa noticed that in the shrinking field of vision, a spot of light was just like the first ray of light that lit up the universe when the heaven and earth first opened, overflowing with colors that did not exist in the world, flickering. The hidden radiances woven themselves into each other, jumping and boiling in the vacuum, surrounding Timifia's body.
"This is... the sun god - Yosivaya?!" Villafa immediately confirmed the identity of the visitor, and at the same time, he was also sure that it was not the arrival of the god himself.
"Josivaia died during the Divine Sound War, and what is left here is just a divine thought." When the light dissipated, six wings grew from Timifia's back after accepting the power of the Sun God. She exudes a holy and noble aura from the inside out, just like the ancient sages from the age of gods. She is deep and restrained, and her manners reveal a timeless charm that makes people fall in love with her.
"But that's enough."
Timifia's closed eyes slowly opened, and the divine power surrounding her body receded like a tide in the next second. She concentrated the power shared by the Sun God with the sage on the sword in her hand, and her gaze slowly appeared under her long eyelashes. Move, look forward, seeming to be meditating and yearning.
"It's now, the Pure Land of Silent Light!" She called out in an instant. Without waiting for Hasen on the other side of the terminal to react, Timifia had already taken action.
Her figure was like a stream of light, and her speed was dizzying. In just the blink of an eye, she had already reached the end of the beast.
The sharp blade in his hand burst out with a bright light, and with unparalleled majestic power, it suddenly slashed towards the Final Beast.
With this sword, only the brilliant light shone through the rivers. It was silent, windless and waveless, but it exuded the heat of the sun, easily melting the void and penetrating the sky.
She knew that trying to save the world alone was nothing more than a dream, but the name of a god, a sage, a sword king... what held her back was a power even more unrealistic than a daydream.
"How you should be, what you should do."
Those harsh people said such things to her, which once made her become a person who was obviously confused but still kept pushing herself.
But some people still told her——
"It doesn't matter if you don't practice swordsmanship so hard, it doesn't matter if you are a little lazy, it doesn't matter if you do what you like, it doesn't matter if you don't force yourself, and it doesn't matter if you don't save the world."
"That's enough, Timifia, you should live a life that is not bound by the past."
Even though they had said that, in the end she could only accept her powerlessness over reality.
The golden feathers looked shaky in Timifia's hands. Perhaps it was because of this that she chose to forget the fact that she was a sage.
In her mind, she followed that majestic figure and walked through the heat death of the universe no less than a thousand times.
There are burning flames in the sky, there are flowing stars, and there are also mottled traces of time. They reflect the colorful light like a Wanhua mirror. They are so dazzling and exciting, but they are not "precious" enough.
Perhaps in the eyes of gods, human civilization is like one of many stars, just an inconspicuous grain of sand in the vast sandbox of the universe.
She didn't think that any miracle that would turn everything around would happen before the world was destroyed. The "savior" did not exist, so she had to be forced to be one, just like the child who shouldered the fate of everyone and embarked on the path of a brave man.
And this is the reason why she still chooses to stay on the battlefield. Even if there is no need for "braves", they can reverse everything!
Countless feathers floated into the sky and turned into light and heat.
"——Jiyi·Yaoyuxialiu!"
This sword skill, which contains the power of the gods, confirms Timifia's beginning as a sage, and also carries through her life as a sword master.
This sword has surpassed everything and is destined to transcend the end!
