The Magician Who Fell from the Clock Tower

(Xingyue fan) Since developing a future that mysteriously wanes, the magician has continued to move forward into the past. The path is roughly divided into two parts: left and right, one filled with thick fog and the other shimmering with stars. There was no difference between the two to me, and the heavy brazier I was holding in my hands made it difficult for me to walk. But the road ahead became increasingly dark and cold, so the Dead Apostles and Magicians were attracted to me and surrounded me as I moved forward. When I looked back, the road in the middle had become crowded. I knew that only I could not reach the mysterious end point, so I dropped the brazier. Sparks fly and sparks go out. Except that my hands are still warm, everything around me is swallowed up by the ruthless darkness, and the magician will die mysteriously. I will also quietly wait for destruction to come. ——It was supposed to be like this, until the nightmare from another world bowed its head and whispered in my ear: "He was a magician before the mysterious decline, but naturally he is no longer a magician after the decline." It suddenly dawned on me that there was no weight in my hands anymore. Magic what? What circuit? Never heard of it! In fact, I have long been an ordinary person.