Black, endless darkness.
The space is silent, the long river of time has stopped, and there is a long and empty darkness.
Suddenly one day, a tiny starlight appeared in the darkness, like a guiding light. He subconsciously followed its direction and stumbled after it. Without hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the giant door where light and shadow intertwined.
As if falling from a high altitude, the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled and he opened his eyes.
"King, you're awake!"
The servant was surprised.
On a quiet afternoon, the news that the Elf King, who had been sleeping in the Snow Country for a hundred years, had finally awakened spread from the castle to the entire Snow Country like a bird with wings, and then flew to the four seas and even the entire continent like an eagle soaring freely in the sky.
The deep sea shook, white doves fluttered in the church, and the dwarves living underground all looked towards the Snow Country.
snow country,
"Congratulations, King. Your health is fine, and not only that, your divine power is even stronger and purer."
Sunlight streamed in from the windowsill. The room was decorated warmly and elegantly, with an expensive cashmere carpet on the floor and a table filled with various fruits rich in spiritual energy. A group of ministers looked at their king who had finally awakened, and they all smiled with joy.
After a hundred years, a full hundred years, their king finally woke up.
The minister could not hold back his tears of joy.
Unfortunately, their actions could not move the monarch on the bed at all. He sat cross-legged, staring at his hands. His fingers were long, his joints were delicate, and his hands were white and smooth, like God's most outstanding work.
"Where's my father?"
He raised his silver eyes and asked, "Where are my brothers and sisters?"
The ministers blinked, then quickly replied, "The Holy King has fallen into a long sleep. Your brothers and sisters... the little princess is in the city, the other princesses have married into other kingdoms, and the princes have been sent to guard the Snow Ridge."
The Snow Country is surrounded by snow-capped mountains on all sides. The Snow Ridge is the best line of defense for the Snow Country and needs to be garrisoned.
Recalling something, the minister hurriedly said, "You woke up at the perfect time. Next month, the little princess will marry into the Silver Moon Kingdom. I'm sure the King of Silver Moon will be deeply grateful for your blessing."
There was excitement on his face, as if he had seen the Silver Moon King so excited that he burst into tears.
Ruoslan said nothing and waved his hand: "Go down."
The ministers immediately withdrew respectfully.
The room returned to silence. Rosilan lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked to the window. The entire snow country was covered with rosy roses. The elves had happy and peaceful smiles on their faces, and there was peace and tranquility.
Jocelyn opened the door and walked barefoot into the street, attracting everyone wherever he went.
He walked along the flower-filled road and came to the square. The platform that was once dyed red by the snow was now clean. Birds were flying in the sky and children were chasing and playing nearby. It was so pure that it seemed as if nothing had happened.
"Are you our king?"
A timid child's voice.
When Ruoslan turned his head, the child immediately widened his eyes and covered his mouth, his eyes full of amazement.
Ruoslan suddenly became interested: "Why do you think I am your king? Have you ever seen the king?"
The child had a pair of silver eyes that belonged only to the Snow Country, and a huge smile appeared on his face. "I have seen your portrait. You are the best master in the continent! You will become a god in the future."
He tilted his head and asked, "Is God an angel with wings?"
Ruoslan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know either." He turned and left, not stopping even though the child was shouting behind him.
He walked and looked as he went, and finally saw his own portrait in the palm of the holy tree. One had red hair and red eyes, blood-red clothes, and looked ferocious; the other had snow-white hair and silver eyes, and looked noble and holy in white clothes.
A gust of wind blew, revealing the small words under the statue: Favored by all gods, walking the mortal world as a god.
Jocelyn was stunned.
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