Extra: Wen Guang and Zi Teng's Farewell (Wei Dao)
After the war, the streak of light that flew across the golden river landed on a street in the civilian area of the Eastern Region.
The stream of light turned into a phantom.
The phantom was translucent and was a young man of about twenty years old.
He was very handsome, with honey-colored skin and smooth, wild muscles.
Wen Guang looked at the place blankly. He felt a familiar atmosphere here. People walking back and forth around him had the same characteristics as him.
These people had the same features as him, but the clothes they wore were completely different from his.
According to his aesthetic point of view, the clothes these people wear nowadays are not convenient for hunting at all. Instead, they look restricted. When they are hunting prey in the forest and are being chased, they can't even run fast.
Wen Guang frowned fiercely.
He pulled a passing tribesman dressed in fancy clothes and asked, "Who changed the tribal attire..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Guang was stunned. He put his fingers through the man's arm but did not hold him back.
He is illusory and people here cannot see him.
This realization made Wen Guang stunned for a long time.
He held out his hand and held it up to the sunlight—it was the hand of his youth. He had died of old age, and when he died, his hair was white and there were wrinkles on the back of his hand.
Now it is shiny and elastic.
Wen Guang walked aimlessly on the street, listening to the people talking.
The language was also unfamiliar, but for some reason, he could understand it.
He walked to a tavern, sat down, listened quietly, and collected the information he wanted. Soon, he figured out the current time.
It is now ten thousand years after the ancient times. The people here are the descendants of the Xi clan, but they are no longer called a branch of the Xi clan. They are now called Lanhuadis, and they are the clan that almost rules the entire Eastern Region.
Wen Guang didn't know what to feel.
He was both sad and relieved.
The sad thing is that even after ten thousand years, the Xi clan that split into two branches ten thousand years ago has not been reunited, and it is unknown whether the branch led by my brother is still alive.
Fortunately, his original decision was correct. After ten thousand years, the bloodline of their Xi clan was still passed down and they grew into such a powerful race, dominating one side.
However, it is clear that something big has happened here recently, and everyone is discussing it enthusiastically:
"...I don't know what's going on in the Northern Territory. Oh, it's so tragic, so miserable I don't know what to say. Is this the second time they've been hit by a sky crack in ten years?"
"We're miserable too, okay? You know, all six princes of our Herbert family have gone to the Northern Territory. Alas, the disaster there has just ended. I wonder how the princes of our tribe are doing and whether they are injured."
"The news should be back soon, but if I had a choice, I'd rather go to the Northern Territory! Then—" The man lowered his voice, with a mixture of respect and fear, as if afraid of disturbing something, "that could be the first god chosen by the Heavenly Dao. There's no one like him before!"
"What are you talking about!"
Wen Guang was angry: "The first god is obviously the teacher!"
Just because the teacher was a demigod doesn’t mean he is not a god!
His anger was only audible to himself.
Wen Guang calmed himself down, but he couldn't bear to listen any longer. What about 'heart fire', 'Erigalan', 'the gods coming to the world'... He was choked by the sound of his breath and just walked away with his sleeves thrown up.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the sadder I feel.
Everyone clearly remembered it ten thousand years ago, so why do they forget it ten thousand years later?
He walked for a long time before his resentment slowly subsided and he let out a long sigh.
That’s right…
Ten thousand years have passed.
How could he, a man who had been dead for ten thousand years, appear here? How did he appear? A ghost? Or did these bastards forget about him, leaving him as a wandering ghost with no way to reincarnate?
Wen Guang's thoughts drifted eight million miles away. When he came to his senses, he found himself deep in the forest.
He looked around.
It is very quiet here and no one comes here.
Ahead was a place surrounded by thorn bushes... Wen Guang carefully identified it and found that it was a building. But he didn't know what was inside.
He was curious again.
Avoiding the thorn bushes, Wen Guang's eyes widened: "...Wisteria."
I saw another layer of purple vines inside the thorn bush, sleeping on the building, wrapping it tightly.
[Bid her a proper farewell. Her roots have been stationed here for ten thousand years.]
Wen Guang suddenly remembered the voice of his memory teacher.
I immediately understood that his appearance here might be related to the teacher.
Just, goodbye?
Wen Guang was bewildered. He had said goodbye to Zi Teng ten thousand years ago.
He took a few steps closer and placed his palm on the purple vine. He thought he still couldn't touch it, but he didn't expect to feel a cool and soft touch on his palm... and the vitality of life gradually faded.
This little wisteria.
Old.
Zi Teng woke up from her sleep. She felt the breath of the Nine Patterns and thought that a new Nine Patterns had appeared in the clan, so she planned to open the temple. However, when she woke up, she saw a phantom standing in front of her.
"you……"
Wen Guang could still hear her inner voice.
But the voice became old.
For some reason, just hearing her old voice filled his eyes with tears.
Zi Teng suspected that she was dreaming, or perhaps she was confused again because how could she see Wen Guang? She was a little tired. The long period of guarding and waiting had made her unable to distinguish the passage of time. Sometimes, she couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.
Wen Guang smiled and tears fell.
"I'm sorry I'm back so late."
Zi Teng slowly woke up. She was just old, not really confused. She also discovered that Wen Guang's current state was not a real entity, but an illusion.
"You're back."
The vine stretched out a bit and pinched Wen Guang's face, "You're really back."
Wen Guang's face was a little deformed by the pinching, so he let her pull it to her heart's content.
Zi Teng muttered, "It's much better looking than the tombstones and statues your descendants built for you."
When she woke up, the vines always felt uncomfortable touching the cold sculptures.
In fact, even if plants have a long lifespan, the longest is only four to five thousand years. She was lucky enough to live for more than ten thousand years, and experienced countless ups and downs. In addition to protecting the tribe, she used all her strength to prolong her lifespan, and no longer had the opportunity to transform, and this is how it is today.
It has been so long that she almost forgot what Wen Guang looked like.
She thought she wouldn't be able to recognize him when they met again, but in fact, she recognized him just by his aura without his appearance.
I had imagined countless times how we would meet again, but I didn't expect that when the day finally came, she would be so calm and greet me so peacefully.
She could feel that her life was coming to an end.
Wen Guang pinched her leaves and said, "Well, I don't know what method the teacher used to send me to see you."
"Oh... Sensei," Zi Teng said, "I sensed your presence on the previous king before. He must be your reincarnation. However, you died while fighting against Tianxiao."
Wen Guang's mood went through a roller coaster ride in this short sentence.
Zi Teng laughed at his shocked look.
"Let me tell you what happened over the years."
A vine stretched out.
Wen Guang took it and sat next to it, "Okay."
He just listened quietly to Zi Teng telling the story of what happened after his death.
It is a very long period without his ethnic history.
In many places, he could sense that Zi Teng had forgotten about them either. Her words were vague, and she would occasionally pause, wondering if she had misremembered the time and place, or if the protagonist of this incident had been tied to another incident...
Times change, cultures shift, ethnic groups are humiliated, and they fight back... In every story, there is always one or more people who stand up and take responsibility, and there are always generations of legends from fame to demise.
They have all become historical dust and a part of history books.
Three days passed.
Wen Guang and Zi Teng watched three sunrises and two sunsets together.
During this period, Zi Teng told stories with her heart. Although she was not tired, her storytelling was intermittent and she would occasionally fall asleep.
She felt at ease because every time she woke up, she could see Wen Guang's shadow guarding her.
Zi Teng suddenly said, "When you left me back then, you thought I was there to protect you. Were you as relieved as I am now?"
Wen Guang smiled and said, "Yeah, I feel relieved."
Zi Teng: "Wen Guang, I'm a little tired. In the next life, can you wait for me instead?"
Wen Guang said, "Okay."
Zi Teng thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, let's not do it. Waiting is a very difficult thing to endure."
Wen Guang: "If I really were to reincarnate, if I were to be a stone, we would be the closest stone, leaning against each other as we were eroded by wind and rain and turned into gravel. If I were to be a plant, we would be the perfect match. If I were to be an animal, we would form a pair and hunt for abundant food together to feast our neighbors..."
Zi Teng was amused by him.
These descriptions sound really good.
Wen Guang kept talking, and the vines around him slowly dried up. Apart from his initial loss of composure, Wen Guang's expression was exceptionally gentle and calm, but his voice became increasingly hoarse.
final.
The sound stopped when he could no longer sense the vitality of the wisteria.
The sunset was at its most beautiful at this time, but they did not see the third sunset together.
"Little Wisteria, when I left, I felt at ease knowing you were staying with me. Now that it's my turn to send you off, I finally understand what you were thinking..."
"sorry."
Zi Teng's body began to disappear, and a pure and clean little white flower slowly fell into Wen Guang's palm.
Wen Guang looked at it for a moment, smiled, and put his palms together.
"I'm here to see you."
The next second, he also disappeared.
The two of them had only met once in their lives, under the moon during the Great Hunt.
There have been countless upheavals since then.
Ten thousand years ago, she saw his old appearance, and ten thousand years later, he heard her old voice. Now they are annihilated together.
The holy vines guarding the temple disappeared silently.
Ten thousand years have passed, and her teacher has returned. Her mission as the gatekeeper vine has been completed, so she happily embarks on the next unknown journey.
A gust of wind from the Eastern Region blew to the Northern Region.
On the roof.
A little hedgehog, who was suffering from much love and was about to escape with a bag on his back, paused and looked towards the east with his small black eyes.
After a long time, Ning Ren sighed in his heart.
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