The Vermilion Bird's eyes were closed, and its fiery red feathers had become dull, as if it were already dead. Beneath its slightly open beak, a faint light connected to a semi-transparent humanoid phantom lying in front of it, which was incredibly small in comparison.
A very small fraction of the light spots that drifted in from the sky were gradually condensing onto the humanoid phantom. Each point of light made the phantom solidify almost imperceptibly, but at the same time, points of light were constantly scattering outward from the phantom.
Looking at the handsome, gentle face that seemed to be shrouded in holy light, Long Xun recognized him.
Mu Chunfeng, the former villain who once lived happily ever after with the male protagonist in the post-apocalyptic world.
When he appeared here, Long Xun understood that the villain Mu Chunfeng should be the Vermilion Bird Mu Chunfeng who had once been ambitious and successfully promoted from a celestial beast to a divine beast, the Vermilion Bird who started the first war of the three realms, imprisoned his father and killed his brother.
But he should be protected by Mu Feng, so how come his soul is scattered and his true body is almost broken? It seems that he can only rely on the Soul-Stabilizing Lock to prevent his true body from collapsing.
Mu Feng noticed Long Xun's question and sighed, "You'll understand when you remember everything."
Long Xun then stopped asking.
In the blink of an eye, on the other side of the vast side hall, there was a huge azure dragon, like a dead snake, suspended in mid-air by chains. In front of it, there was also a small humanoid phantom, whose familiar face left Long Xun speechless.
So, in this post-apocalyptic world, the protagonist and the former villain are acquaintances.
Leaf sandalwood.
Atan.
His only creation was his son.
But who would dare to touch his son?
Mu Feng said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect him well."
Long Xun slowly walked forward, looking at Ye Tan, whose silhouette lay in mid-air, flickering light and shadow. He was no longer the naive child or teenager that Long Xun occasionally recalled, but a young man, sleeping peacefully and unconsciously.
So what exactly happened in his memories that he hasn't yet recalled? Even his son has become like this?
Then, Long Xun slowly shifted his gaze to the last one, the illusory figure inside the hall.
He is Qi, he is also Beicheng Qi, and he is also Chen, Yin Chen.
“Chunfeng and Atan do have real bodies left behind. Even if you don’t search for them, their souls will eventually reassemble over time. At that time, they can just rebuild themselves. But he is different from the others.” Mu Feng said softly behind Long Xun, “If you hadn’t encountered him while helping those small worlds, allowing me to guide those remnant souls… I would have been powerless to help him if his soul had been scattered.”
As Long Xun listened to his words, he carefully reached out and gently touched the illusory face.
It was like air, there was nothing there.
...
"When can you wake up?"
"When he can remember everything."
"good."
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