Yibaqian was by no means the only one to fall.

The flowing golden river is the embodiment of the vastness of time. It does not attack or corrode, but wears away. Even if your ideal is as solid as a rock, it will be worn away by the dripping water; even if your country is prosperous and powerful, it will become a historical wreckage.

It is impossible for people to catch up with time, nor is it possible to resist time.

Yibaqian was just an outpost. After him, legends continued to stagnate in the Flowing Gold River. No matter how hard they tried, they were eventually washed away. They may have many great ideals, such as continuing to follow the great law of the Gray Fox God Age, expanding the boundaries of magic, exploring the forbidden areas of angels, etc. But in the Flowing Gold River, their ideals were worn away and only blanks were left. Then they stopped insisting and fell behind if they did not advance.

This is the norm in the world. Most people can only go with the flow. Only strong people can see the direction of the flow, and only saints can go against the current.

Yibaqian and his people were all saints two hundred years ago, but time has taken away everything they had. They no longer have a home.

“Ahem!”

After being choked again, Ash felt that he was almost at his limit.

The pure desire to survive was no match for the Flowing Gold River. Every drop of water here was the most hysterical cry of life. That time in the Flowing Gold River in the Time Continent, he was able to resist the torrent of gold with the Witch and the Sword Lady, but now...

He glanced at Silver Lamp next to him and found that although her speed was not fast, her movements were not delayed at all. It was obvious that the Flowing Golden River could not break up her will, and it was basically she who was carrying Ash forward.

What's wrong with this world? Why are the wills of bad people always so much stronger than those of good people? Ash laughed at himself, gritted his teeth and slapped the river water hard, recalling his destination in his mind.

Igula and his men must still be up there thinking about how to save him. If he can't go back, they will disband over time. Igula will go to the Four Pillars and play along with Mercury Trojan, Tamashi will go hunt the Four Pillars and then confront Igula, and Harvey will dig down until he finds my body...

Lisi, even though Lisi would definitely grow up fast in the Yisu Palace without him, but if possible, he still wanted to see Lisi grow up fast. She would definitely be very cute and beautiful. However, since she loves to eat so much, she might also grow into a cute fat girl... And An Nan...

Anfil is also waiting for Igulla. If I'm not here, Igulla might become a scumbag...

And the one in the virtual world, the one that is most important to me, the one that I cannot give up...

Ash almost gritted his teeth, broke the waves of the upstream, and kept pace with Weisser!

My life has just begun!

"My life cannot end like this!"

Suddenly, a legend in front of them let out a shrill wail. This was not the first fallen one whose will had rusted, but the legends became nervous: "Gina, don't be impulsive!" "Gina, calm down, you are a psychic called "Dream Singer"! "

Ash didn't understand why everyone was so nervous, but the voice of Silver Light beside him was full of solemnity: "Be careful."

"Why?"

"Shouldn't you know this best?" Weisser stared at the retreating Jina. "Even if a psychic doesn't have a magic spirit, he's still dangerous. What's more, he's a legend."

Ash recalled Igula and nodded in agreement. Then he looked at Gina and prepared to dodge with Weisser at any time.

However, while struggling, Ginah sang a dirge with his clear voice.

Almost everyone froze, and the strong and inextricable homesickness penetrated into their minds through their cochleas.

This song of Gina's was not the strongest, but it was definitely the most effective - after all, most people here had just learned that they had lost more than 200 years of their past. Even the reason why his will had become rusty was because he knew he had no place to return to.

With the support of legendary technology and the true feelings of despair, even without magical powers, it is enough to be called a miracle.

But legends are legends after all. Many people got rid of their melancholy thoughts in an instant, and some people became slow in their movements, but there were also some loyal and righteous magicians who were dragged into depravity by Gina's invisible hand.

Pop.

Weisser found herself being dragged backwards, and she turned her head to see a poor man being dragged into despair.

Ash paddled forward desperately, his face ferocious as if he wanted to kill someone, but his whole body felt light and powerless, like a balloon being washed away by water. He rationally realized that this was not the right way to go, but emotionally he was venting the tears that he had been holding back for months.

He is also a human being, and his heart is not made of iron. How can he really let go of the past? When he sees the viewer, he is really happy. Even if it is just a false sustenance, at least he can talk to the viewer until tears come out of his eyes.

These legends are nothing more than hearing that your home is gone, but before you see the Senro wasteland, you still have a chance to return to your hometown.

And he...

Bang!

When Ash completely let go of her hand, Weisser held him back. She was still swimming, but dragging such a burden, she was still washed away by the Golden River.

"It's just that I was beaten so hard by Liujinhe that I had no strength left." Ash said, "Otherwise I would definitely drag you down with me to be buried with me."

He meant to let Yin Deng let him go, but Yin Deng nodded: "As you wish."

She pulled Ash over directly, put her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, still struggling in the golden river.

"Do you want to die?" Ash asked, "But if I'm gone, you will definitely be caught by Fang Yuanchan."

Gina's lament was still echoing in the corridor. Weisser said, "I didn't expect you to be overwhelmed by this song. To me, it's just a piece of music that's a little unpleasant to the ear."

"It's a good thing that you don't understand." Ash's voice actually became a little gentle: "Because you haven't lost enough."

"No, it's because I have much more than I lost." Weisser stared at him and said, "Don't you still have someone you love?"

"Don't you want to kiss her lips? Don't you want to feel her body temperature? Don't you want to be with her from morning till night?"

"I--"

"Don't listen to those ugly songs, listen to me!" Weisser interrupted him and whispered in his ear. Her voice was softer and more beautiful than the elegy, and it occupied his mind even more. "After you leave the virtual world, you will see her when you open your eyes. She hugs you and acts like a spoiled child, and you wash up and make breakfast together. In the morning, she reads in the study. You are not interested, but you sit next to her and do other things. You occasionally look at each other, kiss, and do weird things."

"After lunch, you went to the library to read. Libraries are supposed to be quiet, but you can never calm down to read. You always like to make her laugh, and only quiet down for a while after being warned by others. Occasionally, you would quietly read the same book with her."

"After dinner is your tender time. This is the time of the day when she listens to you the most. You can do whatever you want, but she will always guess your intentions first. Only when you have had enough fun will you lie down on the bed, looking at each other and entering the virtual world..."

When Silver Lamp was halfway through his speech, Ash was able to barely resist the interference of Elegy and recover some strength.

After Yin Deng finished speaking, he completely stopped retreating and regained his will to fight against the countercurrent.

At this time, they were less than ten meters away from Fang Yuanchan.

The long song was getting closer and closer. They turned around and found that Jina had crossed paths with them. They glanced at this desperate legendary magician and continued to swim upstream.

After a while, the heart-wrenching elegy finally stopped, which meant that Fang Yuan Cicada had received new snacks.

"She doesn't like reading." Ash said suddenly.

“I love watching it,” Weisser said.

At this time, Fangyuan cicada, which had eaten a little too much, burped. Although it did not stop eating, its body became bigger and bigger, and the chirping of its vocal muscles became sharper and sharper.

As the cicadas in the surrounding area chirped, the flow of the Golden River became slower, but its power to scour the magician's will decreased instead of increased.

If the pressure from Liujin River just now was a dense barrage of bullets covering the sky, then now it was a huge iron ball rolling over to block the entire space. The former could still be dodged, but the latter could only be resisted.

"It can actually control the Golden River?" Ash was shocked.

"The spell that Fang Yuanchan cast just now used the water of the Flowing Gold River as fuel, so naturally he could control the Flowing Gold River to a limited extent." Weisser explained, "In fact, the essence of the spell casting by the magic spirit is to introduce the power of the virtual world into reality through the Gate of Truth. In simple terms, spell casting requires magic power and spell casting materials. We magicians can provide the magic power, and the spell casting materials are transferred by the magic spirit through the connection to the virtual world."

"Just like the time-based magic spirits consume the water of the Flowing Gold River, the fire, water, and earth magics all consume virtual materials. There is no such thing as creating something out of nothing in this world. All magic spirits can be said to be spatial miracles."

Ash recalled the resources he found in the Time Continent and asked, "What about the swordplay, fist and claw-style physical arts?"

Weisser: "That involves the derivation of virtual materials. You won't understand even if I tell you."

While the two were chatting, their hands were not idle, and they swam desperately towards the main group.

Because the resistance of the Liujin River increased, everyone's speed dropped significantly, and every inch of progress became difficult.

When the two were swimming back, three more people with rusty wills were washed down and lined up to wait for Fang Yuanchan's favor.

As they approached the main force, Ash and Weisser heard a voice in front of them:

"Casnas, after you survive, follow me and reorganize the Wubai Nian sect!"

"No, I want to travel to other countries. I want to go to the Blood Moon Country where Professor Parace is from, and see if the Blood Saint Clan is really that much stronger than our Dragon Blood Training System."

"Senluo is our hometown after all. If it really becomes a chaotic wasteland, I plan to rebuild it."

"I'm going to go to the Gospel to ask for an answer..."

Ash was a little confused when he saw them suddenly start to exchange ideals, but Weisser could hear their struggle: "Gina reminded them that they were using words to strengthen their will."

"Even though I don't have a magic spirit, as long as I'm proficient in the psychic faction, words are also a powerful force. In fact, if I wasn't proficient in the psychic faction, I'm afraid I would have been washed down long ago."

"The mind faction is not only used to understand others, but also the inevitable way to understand oneself. Any magician who seeks inward must achieve something in the mind faction in order to persevere."

Weisser said, "I also have a silver-level psychic faction."

Ash: "I'm Gold level."

"Then why do you need my help?" Weisser sneered.

As they were talking, they had already caught up with the main group, and they also understood why even legends had to use speaking as a way to strengthen their will.

Fangyuan Cicada is getting smarter and smarter. Under its active control, the farther upstream it is, the slower the flow rate, but the more terrifying the resistance. It has gradually learned how to use the Liujin River to obtain food.

For the magicians, just staying still was a huge challenge, let alone continuing to swim forward.

Killing each other is meaningless, not to mention that the magicians no longer have the extra thoughts to do so. What’s more important is that it is Fang Yuan Chan who controls the flow rate.

Moreover, everyone vaguely realized that the more people the cicada ate, the higher its intelligence would become.

"ah!"

Casnas was eventually washed away, and was pushed towards the mouthparts of Fangyuan Cicada by the slow current. This legendary magician who wanted to go to the Blood Moon to see the Blood Saint Clan could not escape the fate of being buried by history.

At this time, it was Weisser's turn to feel weak and was pushed back several times by the vast torrent.

After all, which legendary magician here would be weaker than Weisser, and which one would have a smaller vision than Weisser? But this was a torrent of time that even they could not withstand. The fact that Weisser could hold on until now showed that she had the capacity of a legend.

Ash didn't say anything, but just stepped back to her level. When Weisser looked at Ash, he looked a little unnatural, glared at her and then looked forward.

For some reason, Ash's look was like the best whetstone, removing the excess rust from the silver lamp and making her will brighter. Weisser's will, which was close to collapse, became firm again, and she and Ash continued to strive for the top.

After Fang Yuan Cicada made its second burp-like sound, Meis, who was at the front, suddenly cheered. Ashweiser looked up and saw a torch lit up in the distance.

That is the end of the trial passage and also the starting point of the Golden River!