The world is empty, desolate and desolate.
The quiet and cold world seemed to be sealed in the long river.
Small towns, streets, fields, riversides, all places in the world of mortals no longer have the aura of earthly mortals...
The once bustling city has become the ruins of a deserted city.
The wind blows through the streets, as if lamenting the deserted world, picking up two pieces of white snow and continuing to drift into the distance. The distance is very far away, and it seems that there is no place to go.
There are no mortals in the world. The practitioners look at the empty world and feel lonely and despairing.
At this moment, the previously lofty practitioners looked at the world without mortals, and suddenly realized how ridiculous their previous pride was...
When there is no one left in the world, who can they be proud of?
In that lonely world, there are only practitioners left!
How hopeless is the world without people?
It is the loneliness of the ancients who have come before and who will never come after.
I am also at a loss without any goals anymore...
When there are only practitioners left in the world, there will be nothing left for the practitioners!
Despair, desolation, and endless sadness shrouded the world, causing the practitioners between heaven and earth to collapse and lose their way.
"ah......"
Some people knelt down and roared, their bodies shaking.
Some people walked into the streets of the human world and stood there blankly looking at the withered graves covered with wind and clouds.
"What is the purpose of practice?"
Some people ask themselves...
It's just that there seems to be no answer to all this, and the vast world is silent and silent.
The world seemed to be plunged into boundless loneliness.
The first thing to come is madness!
The practitioners all roared as if they were in a state of madness, and they flew away to find any mortals still alive in the world. Countless practitioners have traveled to every corner of the world, trying to find a 'ray of hope' that can support them!
Even if there is only one mortal...
What followed was silence.
A deathly silence lingers on every mind cultivator.
They can no longer find any mortals in the world. It seems that all the people they regarded as ants in the past have disappeared.
But why can't they feel any joy?
Yes, they can't bear children either. Even practitioners will eventually perish!
That is the extinction of the entire world!
Finally, it is despair!
When the world eventually comes to an end, what is the meaning of their existence?
They cannot bear the loneliness of surviving!
Waiting for that day to come is far more terrifying than the arrival of that day.
The wind blows through the mountains and rivers, teasing the dying world.
The lonely practitioners could no longer bear the despair that spread between heaven and earth, and they all chose... to commit suicide!
one...
Two...three...
The thought of committing suicide was like a tidal wave, and it soon swept through the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Countless rays of light rising up into the sky, like flowers from the other side competing to bloom between heaven and earth...
The light that rises up one after another in the sky is like the madness before prosperity comes to an end.
Adding splendid and dazzling lights to the world's final moments...
Seen from a distance, the rays of military liberation rising from all over the nine heavens are like the last moments of fireworks on earth!
Desperate and poignant...
This final moment of the immortal cultivator's self-defense lasted for a long time, it seemed like several years!
And the people in the academy on the hillside behind the desolate capital city just stood and watched...
No one spoke, no one said anything.
As Feng Nu once said, how desperate it would be to have an empty world.
Baiyi stood in the pavilion with a numb expression, with his hands behind his hands, looking down at the vast world where the bustling world had disappeared.
Watching countless immortal cultivators fight on their own...
The cool breeze blew, making white clothes and white hair fly. Ying Huang and his wife stood beside Su Mo, accompanying him.
The little girl was also standing next to Su Mo. Her little hands were tightly grasping the corners of Su Mo's clothes, and she seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.
It seems to be fear, but it also seems to be inexplicable helplessness!
The sound of the piano floats in the middle of the mountain, and the music seems to have finally been tainted with the ethereal world...
Luo Yin looked at the countless rays of light shining between heaven and earth, lowered his head and said nothing, only the sound of his piano was competing with the wind.
"From all living beings, return to all living beings..."
Su Mo looked at the curtain call for Jiutian, murmured softly, and slowly closed his eyes.
Gain from heaven and earth, return to heaven and earth.
The cultivation of all cultivators in the world comes from heaven and earth, but after all living beings are destroyed, they return to heaven and earth.
The words of the gods seem to have already described the destined tragic ending of the world.
It's just that this gorgeous human scenery didn't last long.
A few years later, the light of the Bingjie became less and less, and there were fewer and fewer monks left in the world...
Some people don't want to die like this, so they keep looking for hope.
Some people still want to see it again and have been waiting.
It's just that more and more immortal cultivators are serving as soldiers, and the despair that envelopes the world is getting stronger and stronger.
Some people looked at the still clear sky, but seemed to see the world collapse.
Finally, those immortal cultivators who were still alive could no longer bear it any longer, found their respective places of return to ruins, and chose to fight.
three...two...
one.......
There are fewer and fewer people alive, until everyone has died in their own hands.
In nine days and ten places, there are not many people left...
.......
The dozen or so people in the academy looked at the cold world and the nothingness without saying a word.
They looked at the white dress in the pavilion...
There were clearly more than ten people in the academy, but the feeling of loneliness was still extremely strong.
It turns out that even if someone is with you, you will still feel lonely when there is no one in the world...
This kind of loneliness comes from the lonely world.
In the long silence, Gu Yu, who was dressed in red, looked at the silent crowd and suddenly smiled, "Let's find something to do, plant flowers or something?"
"Agree!" Everyone in the academy nodded in agreement.
Gu Yu looked at Su Mo in the pavilion and asked with a smile: "Xiao Qi, what do you think?"
Su Mo turned around and nodded.
"OK!"
For a time, everyone became busy.
Some went to find various flowers and plants, and some went to find shovels.
The senior brother woke up from his dream and joined in to help. Luo Yin still played the piano, and Princess Ying knitted embroidery.
Everything seemed to be back to its happy state.
The fireworks rising in the academy are like the last breath of mortal world...
It's just that there seems to be something inexplicable in the smoke and dust. Outside the academy, no one can see it...
In the small attic, Du Pingsheng looked old.
Through the window sill, I looked at the busy and laughing people in the courtyard, and my eyes showed relief, as if those things that I couldn't let go of for a long time were finally put down.
"It's our turn..."
He closed his eyes gently and lowered his hands gently to the ground.
