The wind blew up the dust, and wild flowers appeared in the soil. Spring has really come.
But that person is no longer here.
Millions of idle hours pass by before a truly historic moment appears, a shining hour for humanity.
He stood on the other side of the long river of time, watching the thousands of lights in the world bid farewell to him one by one.
This is the war of civilizations.
Despair and rebirth. People are united as one, using their lives and souls to win a future for their homeland, their world, and their civilization.
There is nothing more breathtakingly beautiful than this sight.
Above the city-state, a soul that no one could see was floating in the air.
He walked out of the confined space, his soul floating in the air, his body already burned to ashes in the flames of the exploding plane.
The dawn of the city-state's rebirth penetrated his transparent soul and sprinkled on the firelight, blending bit by bit, like a dance of blood red and gold.
He listened quietly to the cheers of the people as light gradually spread onto the streets and broken bricks and tiles from the buildings fell down.
A white bird flew up from the bell tower and dived into the bright dawn.
In the system prompt, a line of text shines brightly.
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He stared at the joyful crowd and suddenly felt that he was out of place in this world. But when he looked away, a figure hugged him.
"……grandfather."
The blond boy rushed over from behind him and put his arms around his neck. Under the bright sun, the boy was as warm and dazzling as a little sun.
Two transparent figures overlapped, and the sunlight penetrated through their bodies.
"Is it an illusion?" Su Mingan said in a soft voice.
"Grandpa, do you believe in ideals or in reality?" Noah blinked. "If you believe in ideals, then does it matter whether I am hallucinating or not? If you believe in reality, then just say goodbye to the illusion. I left too quickly back then and didn't have time to say goodbye to Grandpa properly."
“…”Su Mingan’s hand rested on Noah’s illusory fingers.
He saw the white bird on the bell tower flying into the distance, over the high wall, carrying green leaves of spring in its beak.
He saw the nets under the eaves of the street dancing like rainbows in the strong wind.
He saw the towering ginkgo trees, their golden leaves fluttering inch by inch like butterflies.
More and more souls gathered around him, and he couldn't tell whether they were real or illusions.
If you believe in fairy tales,
Maybe believe they are real.
"Goodbye, sir."
The white-haired Sen Celstia smiled.
"Goodbye, lord."
Xia Sheng, who still looked young, saluted and said goodbye to Su Mingan.
"City Lord, goodbye. I'm going to look for Mother Feisi."
Yao Wen waved at him.
"You who don't know your name...goodbye."
The beige-haired Tretia looked at him fondly. She pursed her red lips and smiled quickly.
"Su Mingan, goodbye."
Xiaobei finally admitted his name.
"Goodbye, Grandpa."
The blond boy shouted:
"It turns out that there is really spring in the city-state. I saw it, and you didn't lie to me - this is really the most beautiful spring. If there is an afterlife, Grandpa, let's ride a motorcycle together to see the seabirds and the flowers."
"Goodbye, Xiaoshuai."
The girl wearing a fox mask waved her hand full of silk nets, still with a sly smile on her face:
"There will be no 'goodbye' next time this time. Remember what I look like, okay?"
"goodbye."
"goodbye."
"goodbye……"
Su Ming'an tried hard but clumsily to recall their appearance. As he remembered bit by bit, those people's every smile, every move, soon reappeared before his eyes.
More and more people gathered around him, the sunlight penetrating their transparent bodies. They said goodbye to him with smiles, as if it was a grand banquet.
They called him by different names and used different farewell words to bid him their final farewell.
The images they presented, without exception, were the most brilliant and dazzling moments in their lives, and also the most profound moments in Su Mingan's memory.
At that moment of life and death——
Su Mingan will remember them forever.
“…”
Finally, a white-haired young man hugged him gently.
"It's been a long wait, but spring is beautiful, so it doesn't matter."
The white-haired young man smiled at him.
"Very good."
"It's great to meet you, Lewis."
"If there is an afterlife, I want to meet you again in the next life."
Su Mingan stared into his eyes blankly.
Maybe it's been a long time.
Or maybe just a moment.
All the chaotic sounds suddenly disappeared as if one had suddenly lost hearing.
Su Mingan felt a distinct burning sensation in his soul, and the pain was like branches and leaves growing wildly, wandering within his senses.
His mana was exhausted, the puppet thread broke, and his soul fell uncontrollably, about to return to the body that had been burned to death. At that time, what awaited him was complete death, and his consciousness was transferred to his clone.
Endless sunlight shines down from the sky, like a vast ocean.
He was falling from the sky like a whale sinking to the bottom of the sea.
The departed souls passed by him one by one, waved goodbye to him, and flew up to the dawn like flying birds, as if they turned into dense stars and sprinkled on the sky.
One person falls, ten thousand people rise.
He will fall back to the world of men, and the souls of those who died in the war will rise high into the heavens like free birds.
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