Chapter 111 (2/2)

At the end of the blood line was the Vermilion Bird portrait, which was in the distance of the avenue.

Deeply engraved in stones, the Vermilion Bird portrait was at the center of Royal Road. It had carried the history of the Tang Empire for over a thousand years. No one knew how many vigorous new kings it had welcomed, or how many old bold kings that could not conquer time it had seen off. Its two eyes, with dignity and power, were always so calm that they had never moved for a moment.

At that moment, the Vermilion Bird portrait was still as stately as usual, but its gorgeous right wing, which was among the three that were rooted on its head, slowly turned upward as if it would break the stone to get into the real world!

Ning Que fell down under the big black umbrella, unconscious. He did not know that the distant Vermilion Bird portrait had experienced such strange changes, and did not even know that a kind of respectful ancient meaning of destruction was hanging over him.

His blood flowing among the gaps between the stones was very shallow and flat, even shallower and flatter than what human beings could imagine. It flew from the center of the avenue to the distance, and then ran into the complex but majestic feather stone gaps of the Vermilion Bird portrait in the distance.

The blood in the beautiful feather stone gaps was quietly and quickly evaporated into a pale red mist, and then was rapidly purified into the invisible empty by a certain kind of intangible high-temperature power.

The flowers of blood drops scattered on the bluestones of the Avenue also started to be evaporated and purified. Each blossom disappeared one after another. The extremely shallow and flat b.l.o.o.d.y water continued to evaporate with a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It finally came to that big black umbrella, directly into Ning Que's body!

The intangible raging fire, the insensible high temperature, and the invisible flaming breath seemed to be able to burn all the things in the world. The blood on Ning Que's body quickly evaporated and disappeared, while his clothes did not have the slightest change.

His arms that were exposed outside of his clothes and his cheeks outside of the mask began to turn red quickly. And the hair on his forehead was rapidly withering. Also, the nails of both of his hands that were resting on the bluestones became dry and crispy due to the rapid loss of water.

A green leaf was blown up by the morning wind and landed on the back of his hand. Yet it was still greasy when brushed away again. An ant climbed onto the back of his hand due to the disturbance from the leaves, and then climbed down from the other side. It was still alive. But the next moment, Ning Que might surprisingly be burned to death by the mysterious invisible flames releasing from the Vermilion Bird portrait.

At that moment, a shadow landed and crushed the poor ant with a gentle snap.

Blown by the morning wind, the big black umbrella softly covered Ning Que's body, as if it were a black swaggering lotus. With the swagger of the black umbrella, that green leaf was instantly frozen into ice, and then scattered into countless grains of small boulders.

A flavor of absolute chill gradually releasing from the black umbrella was slowly and irresistibly infiltrating into Ning Que's hot body. A moment later, the redness on his cheeks and arms from his heavy injuries faded and returned to white. The hair on his forehead quickly turned black and s.h.i.+ny, and the nails on both of his hands resting on the bluestones regained their l.u.s.ter.

The Vermilion Bird portrait that was far away on the stone street seemed to have induced something. Its dignified eyes should have been calm as usual, but it seemed to have given a glance in the direction where Ning Que was lying.

An instant later, its three gorgeous wings lifted together at the top of its head!

Almost at the same time, the big black umbrella swaggered more rapidly!

The black wind was blowing in the darkened wilderness. The strong wind rolled the black gravel up in the sky and tossed it everywhere, as if the sun's rays in the firmament all turned black as seen with the naked eye.

The black snow mountain far away in the wilderness was constantly melting and collapsing under the black scorching sun. The melted snow, mixing with the black mud and gravel, reflected the black suns.h.i.+ne and rushed to scour everywhere.

The black snow mountain was going to collapse, and the floods that it formed would destroy the whole world. Yet at that moment, the bright night suddenly arrived in the world, releasing a warm coldness.

Ning Que, standing at a certain point in this s.p.a.ce, watched this magnificent scene of destruction in front of him, perplexed but extremely calm. He wondered what this place was, but he knew that it was not a dream. This was a clear and firm state of perception, as he was sure that it was the night though the brightness that dominated most of the sky could be clearly seen.

The bright night, covering more than half of the sky and the blazing black suns.h.i.+ne, gradually slowed down the speed of the melting of the snow mountain. However, the coldness emitting from the bright night sky began to congeal those floods that had been wrecked in the black wilderness, turning them into dancing black ice and unwilling black snow.

The entire world was being remodeled. The black snow mountain was able to stand upright again.

The heaven and earth had settled into peace. The night returned to the color that it ought to have been. The glaciers and snow rivers in the wilderness disappeared at some point as if nothing had changed, and yet everything had changed.

The sun in the firmament was s.h.i.+ning. The snow cap on the other side of the snow mountain was melted. The gurgling water permeated into the depths of snow and ice, into the underground dark blue ice holes, and then was finally gone.

It was unknown how many years had pa.s.sed. Somewhere far away from the Snow Mountain in the wilderness, a piece of gravel started shaking softly and was pushed aside, and then a trickle of stream gushed out, gradually spread away and flowed to the horizon.

Along the riverside grew a weak but strong gra.s.s.

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