The streams have dried up, the black mountains have split, and the southern rivers have dried up.
The earth in the mortal world was drained of all life by the monks from outside the world using a large formation.
Su Sheng stood up from the dry fields, carrying a trace of the remaining breath of his homeland, and stepped into the devastated mountains and rivers.
I met a boy with stone bones in the mine, and I met the son of Jingshui beside the river. Each of the three people has the same origin - earth is the root, stone is the bone, and water is the blood.
They have no path to immortality, no cultivation, and no way out;
I only use my mortal body to borrow the power of the earth, and my blood to respond to the roar of the mountains and rivers.
Destroy the eyes of the formation, break the shell of resentment, stop the blood sacrifice, and protect the common people.
When the Lord from outside the territory comes, the spiritual veins will open and the earth will collapse.
The three guardians finally understood:
The so-called bloodline is not talent, but the way back.
If the mortal world supports them for a while, they will eventually return home.
The body returns to earth, the bones turn into fossils, and the soul turns into water.
From then on, the mountains and rivers were safe and the world was peaceful.
No one remembers their names anymore,
I only know that the wind passing through the fields is singing softly from my hometown.
