The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 1
Wilderness and ancient road, strong west wind.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and thunderbolts spread from time to time, just like a silver snake dancing wildly.

After the roar and explosion, there was a torrential rain, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, falling all over the world.

Mo Chengjun raised his head unconsciously, opened his mouth wide, and let the rain fall on his face, into his mouth, and slip into his esophagus, soaking his body.

His thoughts finally turned from chaos to clarity little by little.

Then, he looked around, dumbfounded.

With the light of lightning that flashed from time to time, he saw the mutilated corpse,

Seeing the froze frightened face,
Seeing the blood-red rain,
I also saw an ancient road that seemed to extend to the end of the world.

He felt that in the boundless night, under the torrential rain, he was the only one alone, enduring the attack of the wind and rain.

For a long, long time, Mo Chengjun's thoughts froze, like a computer that was down.

After a long time, there seemed to be residual images flickering in his mind.

The memory seems to be too far away, so far away that it has been blurred, so far away that only sporadic fragments flicker.

He seemed to remember that he came from a blue planet, from an ancient cultural country with a long heritage, and from a great nation.

He seemed to remember a lot of things, with a lot of knowledge and symbols rolling in his mind, it was so profound.

Then, there is no then!
Whenever he tried to retrace his recent memory.

Like, why is he here?

Why are there dead people around here?
Why is there still an injury on his body?

All these, he only felt severe pain, his head seemed to be split open.

……

The torrential rain washed away the filth of the world.

The world is vast, and there is only one person lying in the muddy water, with his mouth open, looking at a loss.

Mo Chengjun struggled for a long time, and finally gave up.

He gave up on chasing the lost memories, let alone the torrential rain.

It's not that he doesn't want to find a place to hide, it's just that the four fields are barren, the sky and the earth are dark, thunder and lightning, and he doesn't know where to hide from the rain?

Therefore, he chose to endure life and death.

Simply, the midsummer night rainstorm came and went quickly.

In less than half an hour, the rainstorm stopped, and Mo Chengjun was lying in the mud mixed with blood and rain, with countless images still flashing in his mind.

Then, he saw the moon emerging from behind the clouds.

It should be the middle of the month, and the moon is a full moon.

But the moon in front of him is obviously different from what he remembered, it is much bigger, not like a silver plate, not like a wheel, but like a Ferris wheel in front of him.

What's more unique is that this month, a corner of the moon has miraculously disappeared, and a piece is missing at the bottom right. There are many broken meteorites, which seem to be separated, but are bound around.

This is no longer the moon in his memory.

At this moment, Mo Chengjun seemed to be in a dream.

If it wasn't for the pain still tormenting him, he might feel, feel that this is just a dream!
But now, he knew it wasn't a dream.

There was no wailing, just a tightness in the chest, as if a huge boulder had fallen.

There is no hysteria, but the breathing becomes more and more rapid, like a fish that has landed on the shore and is out of breath.

So, unknowingly, his eye sockets were wet.

It was rain, mud, or blood that blurred his eyes.

After so many years, suddenly looking back, the world has changed.

He has crossed!
……

Mo Chengjun is an adult after all, and an adult must have the psychological quality that an adult should have.

Even though the situation was so 'bad', even if he was at a loss, after venting, he still calmed down and began to face the most imminent thing - to live!

Yes, there is such a saying: There is no major event except life and death!

Therefore, if a person is alive, he must find a way to continue to live.

The night after the torrential rain is not cold, with the wind blowing, bringing the coolness after the hot summer.

Mo Chengjun stood up with difficulty, his body swayed involuntarily, and it took him a long time to stabilize his figure.

He began to grope the corpse, looking for useful things in the dead.

For example, clean clothes are torn into strips to wrap up your own wounds.

For example, the multigrain biscuits wrapped in oiled paper, together with the water in a water bag, solved his first meal here.

Although the biscuits were hard, his teeth hurt, and the taste was rough and hard to swallow, he still tasted delicious.

After being hungry for an unknown amount of time, his stomach began to wriggle rapidly after touching the food, making him even more hungry.

But he still worked hard to restrain himself and did not overeat.

After all, there really isn't much food.

From the broken limbs and arms in front of him, about five complete corpses could be pieced together, all of them were poorly dressed, had rough skin, and there were not many scattered items around.

But Mo Chengjun still took off a complete set of clothes and boots on his body, although it was wet, but as long as you don't pay attention, it doesn't matter.

Then, he also found a small purse from one person, which contained a few pieces of broken silver and more than 20 copper coins with outer circles and inner squares.

Well, with time travel, Mo Chengjun easily accepted the copper coins and silver.

Finally, Mo Chengjun also took a weapon, a slightly curved and rusted steel knife.

There has to be something to scare people when traveling, right?
And this is the only decent weapon in the field.

Others are sticks, rakes, shovels and other agricultural tools.

After doing all this, Mo Chengjun didn't rest in place, after all, he was beside a pile of corpses. He accepted the reality, but he still couldn't deal with it calmly.

As for the direction to go, he didn't get too entangled. The ancient road under his feet extended to the end of his field of vision, either to this side or that side.

Mo Chengjun picked a direction and walked forward.

His pace was not fast, and his steps were a little heavy, but after all, he moved forward step by step, firm and unrepentant.

……

Even Mo Chengjun himself didn't expect that this journey would take a whole day and night.

He stopped and walked, took a sip of water when he was thirsty, ate a bite of cake when he was hungry, and slept on the ground beside the ancient road when he was tired and sleepy.

In the vast wilderness, the ancient roads lead to the sky, and he is the only one walking alone.

Not to mention the physical fatigue and pain, the greatest torture is the mental torment and helplessness.

He even hallucinated.

It was the extreme loneliness, every second of time was infinitely magnified in the perception, and everything in the space seemed to be distorted and changing.

So, he saw it, saw the air, the soil, and the vegetation.

As far as the eyes can see, there are countless particles suspended like dust under the sun at noon.

They are like dust, but not dust!

They blend into the air, but are not air!

They seem to have wisdom, but they can't think, but move with the wind like a set program.

They are really tiny, not much bigger than dust, but they are so abundant that they seem to be everywhere.

They formed a strange sea of ​​light spots, filling the heaven and earth, covering the four fields.

At a certain moment, Mo Chengjun clearly knew that he was sober, but he felt that he was crazy.

He shook his head vigorously until he was dizzy, and the hallucination finally disappeared.

In front of him, it was still that night.

The bright moon, the ancient road, the west wind,

Heartbroken people are on the horizon.

At a certain moment, great loneliness and panic enveloped Mo Chengjun, and he even thought of dying.

Perhaps, just dying like this is a good choice.

If you give up, you don't have to be so tired.

But the persistence of an adult still made him work hard to move forward.

This time, he finally had some luck and finally met someone.

No, to be more precise, a group of people caught up with him.

At the end of the ancient road, in the direction he came from, countless people dragged their families along.

Most of them were dressed in rags and covered in dirt.

Either pushing a wheelbarrow, or carrying a package, men lead the old and weak women and children on the ancient road.

There are also rich and wealthy families riding in horse-drawn carriages, carrying goods and assets, and there are many servants scattered around.

Even more physically strong, the warrior guard with a sharp face held a knife, gun and stick, guarding the surroundings.

Everyone was very vigilant, and when they looked around with tired eyes, they were full of scrutiny.

Everyone looked travel-stained, with worried and bewildered faces, looking back from time to time with apprehension and more fear.

This is indeed a fleeing team!
　I have opened a new book, and I hope to write the mythical fairy in my mind. I hope everyone will like this story
　　
　
(End of this chapter)