The mountains are green and the wind welcomes you, and the riverside is embroidered with white clothes.
I am a passer-by here, but I know it is difficult to return to my old days.
Sitting in white clothes on the hillside beside the long river, alone.
There are six stone tablets standing next to him, and on the six stone tablets are the names of his old friends in the third heaven...
There are countless stone tablets behind Bai Yi.
At a glance, the white man looked like he was sitting alone in a world that had long since died.
Every stone tablet is like a tomb...
This is the battlefield of the world, the third heaven, and the place where God fell!
There is only one person left in the vast battlefield!
The wind from the other shore blew up the white clothes. The white hair on his head is like the loneliness that can never be solved by the river.
In the gray world, it seems like there is nothing left.
The wind blows the river water, making no waves and making no sound.
The joy and laughter of the past have all turned into dust, and there is a silence, not even the sound of insects.
This god in this world seems destined to be lonely.
Bai Yi got up and walked to the river.
He looked at the calm river, as if waiting for someone to return...
He just waited like this for a long time...
long time.......
The wind blows on the other side and scatters in the long river.
Another floating light went out...
Bai Yi has long learned the art of observing and extinguishing lanterns, but has never been allowed to go into the river.
"Now, no one can stop me from lighting the lamp..." Bai Yi murmured, his face full of desolation.
He walked into the hut, found an unoccupied candle lantern in the hut, lit the candle and stood on the shore.
As a backup...
He knew that when he came back... no one would light the extinguished lamp in his hand...
He turned around again, holding the candle in his hand, and slowly walked into the river.
The scenery in the river was still the same as it was when Chang Yi took him down to the river for the first time those countless years ago.
On the calm river surface, there are only a few fluctuating clouds and mist.
On the river in the distance, floating lanterns float on the water, like thousands of lights...
Baiyi walked step by step into the floating lanterns, looking for the extinguished candles. The hem of the white clothes is dragged in the water, but it will not get wet.
He carefully walked to an extinguished candle lamp, squatted down, imitated the appearance of the long coat back then, and lit it with the candle lamp in his hand.
The moment he lit the candle, he clearly felt the power of "annihilation" in the power of extinguishing the candle, which was like endless years passing by.
Lighting, not lighting.
It just dissipates the power of "extinction" that blows out the candles.
It's just that when the power of 'annihilation' is dispersed, the 'cause and effect' of the power of 'annihilation' will be transferred to the person who lights the lamp.
It made him feel the obliteration brought about by the long 'time'...
Lighting a lamp already made Bai Yi feel that sense of trance and powerlessness. His consciousness gradually became blurred.
"It turns out that you have been experiencing this kind of 'wasting away' when you light the lamp..." Bai Yi whispered.
Watching others do it, even if you know the whole story, you can't understand the feeling.
Only when he takes action can he understand why they don't want him to go into the river...
Bai Yi stood up and continued towards the next candle.
He imitated the long clothes, lit candles one after another, and walked across the long river inch by inch.
Every time he lights a lamp, he becomes more dazed.
Gradually...he seemed to have forgotten a lot.
Forgot who you are,
Forgot where this is,
Forgot who the lost person was...
He seemed to remember only one thing, "Light the lamp...Light the lamp..."
But unlike the six lost gods, he found something different from the world in the wind blowing from the other side.
It seems that the eternal existence in the world is 'life'!
And the power beneath the passing of time on the other side is death!
The battlefield is about 'death'. It seems that the only way to fight against 'death' is 'immortality'...
Or maybe, give back something.
This weak consciousness exists in the blank white body. It is very small, but it seems that it can gain something over the years.
Bai Yi didn't know, he just continued to light the lamp...
The vast river is filled with countless lights.
All Bai Yi can do is order them one by one!
Chang Yi once said: They have tried it a long time ago. If they use divine power to let the candle light the lamp by themselves, they will not be able to light it anyway.
Because no one accepts the cause and effect...
Therefore, to light a lamp, only the person who lights the lamp goes there in person and endures the "extinction" by himself can the lamp be lit.
This candle is the life of the world.
Only by keeping the floating lantern on the river bright can the world last forever...
Yingying is awkward and in a trance.
Baiyi had already forgotten everything amidst the endless lighting of lamps.
He just numbly lit the extinguished candles one after another, and only the 'lighting lamp' remained in his dazed consciousness.
He didn't know how long he had lit it. When he tried to find another extinguished lamp, he found that they had all been lit.
Baiyi stood on the river in a daze, seeming a little confused.
He didn't know what to do...
The feeling of confusion is like floating alone in the endless sea of stars.
The world is huge, but there is nowhere to go.
He just stood on the long river for a long, long time...
Finally, Chang Yi's words seemed to echo in his mind: "The third unforgettable thing..."
"......go home!"
The white-clothed body swayed and turned to look in the direction of the river.
Walking toward the river.
"go home..."
"go home......"
He walked in a daze for a long time before reaching the river bank.
The riverside was silent, no one greeted him.
No one is waiting for him...
There was only one candlelight that he stood on the shore.
The candle in his hand was extinguished on the way back, as if with his will to go home.
"What are you doing at home? There is no one at home..." Bai Yi whispered blankly and slowly lowered his head.
Baiyi walked to the candlelight by the river and sat down slowly.
At this moment, how he wished...that there were six people waiting for him at home when he returned home.
They would support his swaying body and light the candles in their hands for him...
Unfortunately, for countless years to come, he was destined to go alone to light the lanterns. When he returned, he was the only one by the river.
Bai Yi sighed softly and put the candle in his hand over the burning lamp by the river.
I lit the extinguished candle in my own hand...
The hand was trembling slightly, as if it was filled with endless fatigue and confusion.
On the hillside behind Bai Yi, countless stone tablets stand there, looking at the distant other side of the long river, looking at the lonely Bai Yi by the river.
The wind blows again on the other side, and Bai Yi goes to light the lamp again...
The lights above the long river go out and come on again.
Baiyi went and came back.
Once at a time...
Once at a time......
Bai Yi couldn't count how many times he clicked the button alone, and how many years had passed?
Just like Chang Yi said back then: When you light the lamp in the future...
