The Sun and the Moon Are Destined

Since the beginning of world civilization, human consciousness has gradually been born. Driven by endless years, the first humans discovered the secrets hidden deep in the endless world. It is a life force that transcends life and death. Ignorant human beings want to obtain this power for their own use, but they cannot escape the destined disaster. But before everything dies, there are those who are more and more difficult and dangerous, and pass on this fire of birth and death. I wish to use the power of reincarnation to repeat the dream of the next life. In the distant ancient times, the young man who was connected to the past bowed deeply to the spiritual tablets of the inheritors of the destiny of all generations. "Today is the end of everything." The young man whispered softly. Outside the door is a little boy wearing green clothes. He is quietly hiding outside the door and watching the young man light a burning cigarette in his hand. The young man stood in a small house surrounded by green peaks, looking back at the moon. In front of the Songfeng Terrace, the nameless man looked into the distance, covered in mist and mist, as if he couldn't see anything clearly. "Have you decided?" The man looked at the young man in snow-colored clothes. "The key is not me, but you." The man paused and looked away. Only the long tail of light blond hair was fluttering in the wind, "Then I'll go first, and you can set off early." "Goodbye then." The clouds and mist shrouded him, and his figure gradually disappeared. "Farewell." In the dark valley, a woman in plain clothes held a torch and carried a girl with silver-white hair on her back as she struggled to walk on the broken rocky road. The bloodstains on the valley road were endless as far as the eye could see. "You should put me down, otherwise we both die here and no one knows." The girl on the back was dying, and her voice was too weak to be heard. "You can still get out alive by yourself, and you can still hold a funeral for me after you get out..." There was silence in the valley, and the only thing that answered her was the hot breath and panting that the woman kept exhaling from the cold air. The weak girl rested her head on the woman's shoulder. The mountain road ahead was still invisible, but her vision became increasingly blurry. She laughed bitterly and vomited a large mouthful of blood. In the dark mountain road that stretches for thousands of miles, there is a fire-like anxiety. There are also nights when the wind is quiet and the grain is flat. In the present world after BC, Chi Wangshu was lying in bed thinking about the strange things that tore his worldview apart. He raised his hands in the air to ask the gods and Buddhas, but the only answers he received were the football smashing in from the window and Nuo Xiyue's thunderous laughter. "Luo Xingzhao!!!!!!" Chi Wangshu stepped on the window edge and jumped out. The perpetrator had long since disappeared, and only Nuo Xiyue was laughing arrogantly. He poked his right temple. 'Mirror comes' appears as usual. "Can it still be used?" Chi Wangshu exclaimed. The small green dot displayed on the screen stopped not far away. Chi Wangshu followed the indicator all the way to the end and stopped. In the stilt-style pavilion attached to the mountain, Luo Xingzhao was sitting at a log table not far away, holding a book to cover his face, but Chi Wangshu stood still and did not move. The man wearing a black and gold Hanfu gown had his back to them, leaning on the edge of the wooden railing and looking at the undulating dark mountains under the Wanzhang Pavilion. Only the long sleeves decorated with light gold rhombus patterns were swaying in the wind. "The portal to the disaster area has arrived, you..., It's time to set off." Intention: A journey of thousands of miles is coming soon