Chapter 1660 (1/2)
The wind and snow stopped, and there was a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth. It was dazzling white, like a chimera all over the world. It was some tragic, in a silent memorial to the past.
Chu Feng is like a dead man lying under the ice and snow. Although the cold is biting, it is not as cold as his heart. He only feels that the ice is silent and life has lost its meaning.
He is no different from a dead body. He doesn't want to move, think or revive his mind. He just wants to lie on the cold frozen soil silently and doesn't want to wake up.
Living is a kind of pain for him. There are endless injuries. He can't accept the death of those old people, let alone think of the pictures of his wife and children's tragic and violent death. Those are like knives and swords. Every time they fall, his heart splashes a lot of blood, killing his heart and soul.
Death may be very simple. All the pain can end. There is no more sadness and no more pain madness. However, there is his own weakest and vague voice echoing in the deepest heart. I... Can't die and haven't revenge yet!
It was not until one day that Chu Feng turned a wisp of mind from the numb world. The ice and snow melted. He lay on the muddy and lifeless land and was briefly awakened by the sound of spring thunder.
But soon, his eyes were red like blood, a long howl, if the beast was crazy, like a crazy prisoner hitting the prison, he was disheveled, knelt on one knee and gasped.
Day after day, all appeared in his mind. The tragic picture that suffocated him appeared again, drove him crazy and made him roar. Then he staggered up and ran on the earth.
No matter who sees it, he will think that he is a completely crazy person. He has no spirit and spirit. There are only pain and beast like growls, with scattered eyes and blood color.
Until the night came, Chu Feng didn't know how many miles he ran out. Then he fell on the barren earth with a bang. His chest pain fluctuated violently, his blood color in his eyes receded slightly, and he woke up a lot from his madness.
He looked down at his hands. There was still residual blood. He also looked at the ragged war clothes on his body. There was also a bleak red that woke up. It was the blood splashed out after the disintegration of the parent-child body, and it was also the last trace left by the child.
Chu Feng's heart was aching and he was going crazy again. He held his hands in front of his chest, protecting the residual blood on the broken battle clothes, looked up at the sky miserably, and his eyes were endless despair.
”Only these are left...” Chu Feng looked at the residual blood on his body and seemed to be holding the most precious thing in the world. He was afraid that it would disappear in the blink of an eye and would never be seen again.
He had no tears to shed, but he sobbed. The pain of tearing his heart and the memories bit by bit were like countless fairy swords stabbed in his heart. The more he didn't want to recall, the clearer the day was. The dense swords and halberds fell, leaving his heart full of holes and blood splashing.
The picture of that day was like a heavy bloody mountain falling down, which made him almost want to be crushed to pieces and suffocate with pain.
The night wind was not small. The hair of Chu Feng was gray white, dim and without any luster. He was distracted when he saw the long hair raised in front of his chest.
He once laughed and scolded. He just entered the world of mortals and walked around the world brilliantly. He was also in high spirits and turned over the enemies of the same generation with one hand.
Up to now, the light of endless decadence, sour, pain, self-confidence and strength has all faded, leaving only silence and gloom.
He looked up blankly, powerless, depressed and desperate. Even if he regained his mind and no longer lay on the ground like a dead body, he also felt that once he had died, how many past events could be repeated and how many laughter could be reappeared. He was no longer the young man who entered the world of mortals and walked brightly. He was not old and his long hair was gray, Although his whole face was still young because of his strength, it was pale without a trace of blood.
”I once ventured into the world in high spirits and tried to kill all the strange enemies, but now there is nothing left!”
He lost all his relatives, friends and those brilliant heroes. They were gone. All died in the war, leaving only himself.
In the past, the young Chu Feng didn't care about anything. He always hung a smile that shook people's eyes like the morning glow. Now they are all gone. His temperament has changed greatly and is no longer the past. He is asking himself, am I dead? The world is vast, no longer nostalgia, the whole person is gray, there is no brilliance in the heart, only bleak.
Until a long time later, Chu Feng trembled and left all the blood on his hand on the broken battle clothes. He was careful, like holding his parents and children, and gently put it into the stone jar, which was stored in an unbreakable space and in a painful memory.
The moon is very big. It shines brightly on the ground. The bright moon reflects thousands of brilliance in the past. Chu Feng seems to see all living beings, see the once great world of mortals, see one hazy old friend after another, smile at him and wave at him in the distance.
However, he walked forward and tried to look, but nothing was seen. Under the full moon, the ruins of the great world were endless desolation. The lone wolf howled like crying. Tombs were everywhere, and bones could be seen everywhere on the roadside. How desolate and bleak.
Chu Feng staggered forward. The whole era was buried. The whole world was boundless. Was he the only one left?
The moon shines in the sky, but the world can no longer return to the past. The moon is still that month. It reflects the brilliant world all through the ages. The world is bright and romantic for thousands of years. Although the moon remains today, all the world is the past. Broken walls, heroes and young women turn to dust.
He was a little sober and no longer crazy, but he couldn't help crying, couldn't hide the acid and pain in his heart, wanted to cry, but he could only shout hoarsely.
The bright moon shines on ancient and modern times. The moonlight is hazy, but it is not soft at all. It is like a cold tulle. The chill is piercing, and can not cover the sadness of the ages.
How many heroes have become the past and how many splendid people have been buried in the ruins. The sky of history and the glorious scroll are burned to ashes. Looking all over the world, he is left alone with the ruins.
Chu Feng walked alone, and the road ahead was dark. He couldn't find a fellow walker. He had endless sadness, desolation, unprecedented loneliness and realized the desolation of the ages.
Many days later, Chu Feng didn't know where he was. He went crazy and confused. He couldn't get out of the dim area in his heart and see the light.
He told himself that to live, to become strong, and not to be decadent forever, but he couldn't control himself. He immersed himself in the past for a long time, thinking about those people and all kinds of the past. What can he do and change alone now?
In the final World War I, everyone died. What ability does he have to change the world?
He will never forget that all the pictures of the fall of the quasi Immortal Emperor, including the famine, the leaf and the female emperor, have died. Since then, there is no emperor in the world. Can he fight the general trend like a rolling torrent alone?
Even if you become an Immortal Emperor, you will be crushed into powder.
Who died? They are the ceilings of each historical period, the protagonists of each world, and the most brilliant heroes of their respective times, but they all fell in the final war.
Chu Feng leaned back against a rock, but he felt pain but powerless.
Those people, those figures reflected in the sky, are a large gathering of brilliant heroes in history. All heroes come together, but they still don't overcome the strangeness after all. Finally, the emperor falls and people die in battle. The wish of the heroes is not fulfilled. Their depression cools their blood and blocks their chest.
”When the emperor falls to the world, all saints and sages are buried in the ruins!” Chu Feng stumbled and walked alone in the night. He had no goal and no direction. He was the only one whose hoarse words echoed under the night sky.
He couldn't see the way ahead. So many people died. He had the ambition to swallow the sky and was more vengeful, but in the end, he was at a loss. How did he defeat the whole plateau alone? Four ancestors, three immortal emperors, countless strange creatures, and the combat power at the top of the pyramid in Ecuador can be revived
As soon as Chu Feng left, he stepped through the broken mountains and rivers and the dilapidated ruins for several months. He didn't know which side of the world this was. He was thousands of miles in the bare land and never saw people.
He was sober, confused and decadent, but he lived and walked aimlessly. He was often crazy and became a real Chu Madman. If he was seen by his old friends, he would cry and feel sad for him. Once he dared to provoke anyone and was not afraid of heaven and earth. The Chu wind devil was crazy and sad.
When he woke up, he ran recklessly on the earth. When he was tired, he fell directly to the ground, motionless, looked up at the sun, moon and stars, sleepless and silent.
He told himself in his heart that he should clean up the gloom in his heart, not be decadent. After all, he should face the bloody reality. Even if he is defeated in the future, he should cheer up. The world is buried, and he is left alone. If he doesn't get up for revenge, who else can stand up?