"There are ten gods, named Nuwa's intestines, who have turned into gods and live in the wilderness of Liguang, crossing the road." +++++++++++++++++ - "The Classic of Mountains and Seas·The Great Wilderness Western Classic"
The one with sweet rain ranks among the ten gods, and the rain stone is also a place of residence. It collects the breath of nectar, gathers the energy of Zechuan, and places great importance on the body. It will be passed down to generations.
Under the clear blue sky washed by heavy rain, there is a golden beach. Jiang Mufei suddenly opened his eyes, and the surroundings were silent, as if the shocking and catastrophic battle just now had never happened. He struggled to push away the person pressing on him. The person was lying on his back. It was Xiao Ren. His dark eyes were still open, but the eyes had lost their luster, and the "spring" on his forehead had completely disappeared. Jiang Mufei covered his mouth and let out a silent scream.
He raised his eyes and found that Xia Shiyi was impaled on a melting ice pick not far away, with her hands and feet hanging in the air, as if to remind him of what had just happened. Farther away, some familiar figures looked up or down. He crawled to everyone on his hands and knees to confirm that they were dead, dead, all dead, no one except him was spared...
Jiang Mufei slowly lay down on the ground, burying his head in the sand like an ostrich. Let the yellow sand cover your eyes and pour into your mouth and nose, and feel the passage of life... The memories are rewinding in your mind like a revolving lantern. Finally, it stopped at Xia Shiyi's bright smile, "I believe you are our last Ganlin." His face overlapped with everyone else's, and at the top was Xiao Ren's raised eyes, his gaze as bright as a torch.
Jiang Mufei suddenly raised his head, throwing up countless amounts of yellow sand, "That's right! I... Am the last Ganlin! Everything is... Not over yet!"