...

Outside Fengqi Tower.

More and more pedestrians stopped. They listened to the music coming from the building, and countless pictures burst out from their minds.

The eyes gradually became wet.

It seemed to have resonated with the mysterious rhythm and was substituted into that war.

Street corner.

A middle-aged man was dressed in rags, had messy hair, eyes were dull, and his whole body exuded an extremely decadent aura, like a embarrassed beggar.

He walked aimlessly, his steps were lingering, as if he had lost the direction of his life.

suddenly.

He seemed to have heard something, and his eyes suddenly burst out with bright light, looking at the direction of Fengqi Tower.

In the eyes.

The originally scattered light began to gather slowly, and the originally sluggish and messy aura began to gradually recover.

"Immortal Song of Tribulation!"

"Master, senior brother, and uncles and uncles."

"I'm back, I'm back, I'm back."

"I miss you so much!"

"I have worked so hard over the years, so hard~!"

"It's so tiring to have a baby!"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, staring blankly at the direction of Fengqilou, and his eyes gradually became wet.

Tears were circling in it.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

He slowly closed his eyes, let go of all his mind, and completely integrated into the music of the song.

Aura all over the body.

It gradually became more and more restrained, and the whole person's sense of existence decreased significantly, as if it had disappeared from this void.

...

The passionate battle song lasted for a long time.

finally.

The overwhelming demon clouds were scattered, and the world was restored to the Qingming Festival.

The lights of thousands of houses are on again.

Above the collapsed mountains, there are devastated, ancient pines are broken, flowers are withered, and graves are densely packed.

The mountain wind blows.

The broken flagpole and the broken battle flags are clamoring.

The white ribbon fluttered in the wind, as if guiding the heroes and returning home to those who were lost in the distance.

Everything is silent.

Only the faint sound of the mountain wind appeared and became faintly, adding a bit of sadness to this vast sound realm.

When ~

The bronze ancient bell rang again, low and majestic.

Echoing for a long time.

PS: There is an update tonight, and I am writing it.

What.

Don’t fatten up, brothers, the next plot is a series of climaxes!
Chapter completed!