Walking through the Mandala Valley, I looked at a large area of gorgeous mandala behind me.
The setting sun is like blood.
The roots of the crimson mandala are filled with the blood of the guardians in the soil.
Closing her eyes, this image suddenly appeared in her mind: the four guardian eggs were completely broken, the guardians launched a fierce attack on her, and fought hard to stand in front of her. A few buckets of blood mixed with the blood of the guardians, dyeing the white mandala red. From then on, the white mandala valley turned crimson, the color of human blood.
The beautiful sound of the flute came, and she turned around in surprise. A girl with long dark blue hair in a white robe turned her back to her, with a dark green ribbon around her waist fluttering in the wind. The sound of the flute is continuous and mournful, as if it is a tragic song played for someone. As she continued to listen, she felt her heart become increasingly sad, and the feeling of heartache surrounded her tightly. Finally she couldn't hold on anymore and fell down on a large mandala soaked in blood. The girl with long dark blue hair turned around, smiled strangely, and walked step by step towards Yameng who fell in the sea of flowers.