It's windy.

The thick fog that had shrouded the sea of ​​knowledge for tens of millions of years was blown away by the gentle and refreshing breeze at this moment. Except for the top layer of fog with a faint golden glow, the entire sea of ​​knowledge became empty.

The magicians who risked their lives to enter the Sea of ​​Knowledge had been shocked by the continuous wonders and their minds were shut down. They could now see tens of thousands of virtual creatures emerging from the water around them, and their sight could directly reach the other side of the sea level. For the first time, the mysterious Sea of ​​Knowledge revealed its true appearance because of the magicians.

The wind started to blow on the Time Continent. The gold magicians looked up and saw that the golden rain was not flowing upwards or downwards, but flowing sideways, swirling along the Time Continent. From above, it looked like streaks of golden ink streaking across the black and white earth, painting the entire Time Continent with the colors of time, brilliant and magnificent, and breathtaking.

This is probably the first time since the birth of the Time Continent that this land has welcomed comprehensive rainfall, and the whole world is in the cycle of time.

It's not even just the virtual world, the blood moon, the gospel, the paradise, the stars... no matter whether it's day or night, no matter whether it's sunny or rainy, no matter whether it's on the ground or in the abyss, all things in the world are swaying slightly, their souls are blown, their heartstrings are plucked, even the magic spirits stopped crying, closed their eyes and indulged in the breeze.

This is the breeze fanned by the wings of the Supreme. When it brews, its feathers can penetrate every corner, and the whole world is its hunting ground.

At some point, the shadows of magicians appeared in the virtual world.

They are dead phantoms and remaining traces. They travel through the virtual world day after day and travel across mountains and seas. All the younger magicians are proud to defeat them because all magicians will become them in the end.

The magician who died by fate and the phantom who appeared unintentionally are the past, the present and the future.

But at this moment, they all looked up at the Ruby Mountain, spreading their virtual wings without sadness or joy. Their virtual wings might not be complete, and their colors were dim, but virtual wings were virtual wings, the trophy given to magicians by the virtual world, and the reward bestowed on the brave by fate.

The breeze passed through the wings of the magician's phantom, and it grew stronger with each passing phantom. Perhaps it was only a tiny bit, but after passing through hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, and millions of phantom wings, its sound became louder and stronger, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and finally transformed into a storm sweeping across the virtual world, bringing those distant voices from the pile of old papers!

boom!

That was the sound of heavy drums from a distant era, the sound of slaughter played by primitive magicians with animal-skin drums, followed by countless roaring heavy drums, which continued to vent, and each one shook the souls of the living! They were no longer a percussion movement, but countless unwilling heartbeats and countless hoarse shouts!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth-shaking roar of the galloping resounded throughout the virtual world of reality. It was the footsteps of magicians over thousands of years who had cut through thorns and brambles, the lightning and thunder that tore through the night, and the mountains and seas that conquered nature! They were the remnants of history, the regrets in the depths of the souls of countless magicians. Only the storm of hope could stir up their roar!

The magicians also silently spread their virtual wings. No matter if they were silver, gold, sanctuary or legendary, no matter if they were demigods of hell or the gods who ruled over heaven, at this moment they were all willing to serve as the foil for this coronation ceremony.

Because this is not only the shining of the protagonist, but also the glory of them as magicians.

The breeze blows across their empty wings, bringing up gorgeous poems, cheerful hymns, and elegant music. Because they are still alive, they still have infinite possibilities, the greed in their hearts has not been extinguished, and they are not desperate enough to give their hearts to the next generation. If they want to achieve any wish, they will create miracles themselves!

The poem of hope and the drum of despair swept the world at the same time, but there was no conflict at all. Instead, every note worked perfectly together to compose this unprecedented symphony. This was natural, because this was the epic of all magicians from ancient times to the present. They played the most beautiful music in the world with their bleeding fingers, and even fate had to be their tuner!

Whether it was weak creatures like the Ichthyosaur, high-ranking creatures like the Shadow Dragon, or demigod creatures living in Hell, they all retreated into the shadows at this moment. Under this roaring symphony, all their strength and nobility seemed insignificant, and they could only stare blankly at the protagonist of Ruby Mountain, waiting for the birth of the new king.

If the death of the Source Angel can make the Void Realm cry, then the coronation of the Supreme Magician is enough to make civilization boil!

This is the will of the sorcerer, this is the choice of civilization. If we can only reach the top by bearing sin, then let us commit evil until we perish!

In the center of the brilliant symphony, the Ruby Mountain flowed like lava and boiled like a blood fountain, transforming into crystal clear ruby ​​streams that surrounded and protected the two magicians.

If the Void is the corpse of a great being, then Ruby Mountain is the wreckage of a legend who tried to ascend to demigodhood. At the critical moment when Ash and Stars step into the Supreme, all things in the world are willing to fight against fate for them, and even the dead souls will turn into angels to protect them!

Weisser and Rose were both burned by the ruby ​​stream, but after Ash held their hands, they also became the objects of protection of the ruby ​​stream. Fanxing's Star Sword Miracle was also annihilated and dissolved by the ruby ​​stream. At this moment, they were all the darlings of the world, and even the miracle could not hurt them in the slightest.

When the storm of poems and war songs reached its climax, two bright crowns slowly illuminated the world, painting everything with new colors. The girl on the top of Ruby Mountain flew into the air, spreading her arms, as if to embrace the world, or as if to take the world into her arms.

clang!

Louder than the roar of a dragon, sharper than the cry of a sword, when the stars spread out their six magnificent blue wings, everything in the world was dazzled! But when the sound of wings spread out like the sound of nature sounded, countless souls began to tremble, humbly and excitedly witnessing the birth of a new era!

It was a virtual wing beyond imagination.

Hotter than fire, gentler than rivers, more unstoppable than time, brighter and more vast than the starry sky. The seventh star-blue virtual wing stretched out from the girl's tail vertebrae. It was so noble and beautiful, yet it swung softly and powerfully in a seductive and sexy arc. Rather than saying it was a virtual wing, it was better to say it was a tail with both sacred and evil temperaments, a proof of control that transcended everything!

Supreme Tail Feather, that's its name.

When the stars flapped their star-blue tail feathers for the first time, silence fell on every inch of land, the boiling ruby ​​mountains calmed down, the whole world felt the supreme will of magic, and even the Lord God had to lower his noble head!

Except for the magician standing halfway up the mountain.

Ash slowly opened his eyes, and a colorful virtual wing stretched out from his tailbone. He didn't even step into the realm of God. When he drank the Supreme Elixir, he felt that even his consciousness was about to be submerged, but he finally withstood the power of the Source Angel and stepped into the Supreme Realm with the stars. He didn't know how he did it. It might be the buffer of the soul heaven, the mercy of the Source Angel, or perhaps his will that had not yet been extinguished.

His four virtual wings were broken, and he had no fifth and sixth virtual wings, but with only the seventh virtual wing, he did not have to bow to the stars. Even though the stars were above everything, Ash was still an equal to her.

The stars stood in the sky, and Ash was in the mountain. The two twisted their supreme tail feathers, causing terrifying and strange turbulence, and the entire Ruby Mountain seemed to be split apart.

They were clearly separated by a great distance, but they could clearly see each other's expressions, as close as if they were looking at each other face to face. It is not only love that can make two people feel connected, hatred can also bring them closer, as long as they are willing to turn their hearts into sharp blades.

Zheng.

Buzz.

They noticed something strange at the same time and looked back.

There is a faint and colorful sword mark on the star-blue tail feathers.

There is a deep star trail on the colorful tail feathers.