Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 1085 The Dust Settles
Dream, that fragmented, lingering dream again.

Walking in the middle of an extremely long road, Xia Feng didn't know where he was going. There was no one, no sound, and no scenery along the way. He just walked forward like this.

It's like, this road is the only way in his life.

In a trance, no one appeared, only an ethereal voice came.

"Where are you going?"

Xia Feng replied subconsciously.

"I do not know."

"If you don't know, then why keep walking."

"Because people always have to move forward, and only by moving forward can we see the future."

"Then how are you sure you've been moving forward?"

Hearing these words, Xia Feng stopped abruptly.

The road in front of him had no end in sight, or in other words, on the road that would never change, he couldn't be sure whether he was moving forward at all.

At this moment, a strong sense of weightlessness came.

His feet left the ground, and his whole body floated out lightly.

The angle of view continues to increase, and the things you see are getting wider and wider.

The pupils gradually shrank, and he finally saw the path he had been walking in full.

This road turned out to be a circular closed loop.

The ethereal voice sounded again.

"If you can't break out of the established track, the real future will never come, because the future is the past, and the past is eternal."

This sentence has been echoing in Xia Feng's mind for a long time.

Suddenly, the road in my eyes disappeared and was replaced by darkness.

On the land of Xichuan, the sun rose as usual.

The morning sun was exposed in the eastern sky, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Xia Feng's face.

Feeling the light stimulation, his body's senses gradually recovered, and he opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, the land seems to have been swept by the shock wave of a nuclear bomb. All the grass and trees have disappeared, and a huge crack that can't be seen ends across the land, which is shocking.

Sitting up from the ground with propped up, Xia Feng's palm touched a hard object.Lowering his head, it was the Red Devil Sword that fell beside him.

Soon, consciousness became clear, and all the things before the coma were recalled.

This is the natural disaster area where he and Ying Wulan had the final decisive battle, but at this moment the natural disaster has completely disappeared, except for the broken earth, there is no trace of the natural disaster left.

This is very unusual.

According to past experience, the area after the natural disaster will become a severely dangerous area full of origin stone substances, and the origin stone clusters that continue to grow will grow in every corner and last for several months.

But now, the natural disaster has disappeared, along with all traces related to the natural disaster, not even a single trace of Originium fluctuations in the air.

Obviously, the final eruption of the black power absorbed all the energy of the entire natural disaster, and the appetite was so great that there was not even a drop of soup left.

As the successor of the black and white twins, Xia Feng can clearly feel the change in power.

Because the seal of Styx was broken, the frozen cycle began to continue to flow. At this moment, he has broken through the 31st day of the black power and reached the 32nd day.

On the 32nd day, after absorbing all the source stones, the black power did not continue to eat away at his body, but subsided by itself. This is all due to the return of the white power.

However, the white power can make the black power fade away, but it cannot reset the cycle, because the power is too strong.

Just like a pawn in chess, its operating cycle is only forward and not backward, as long as it goes up, it cannot go down.

The next time black power is drawn out, he will start counting from the 32nd day.

Two words.

very horrible.

The morning sun rose, and the bright sunlight shone on Xia Feng's face, making him feel the long-lost warmth.

Picking up the Red Devil Sword on the ground, he stood up.

After careful inspection, there were no scars left on the body. Except for the tattered clothes, all the wounds in the battle were healed by the white power.

The only regret is that his lost right eye still hasn't recovered.

Thinking about it carefully, what he lost when the white power returned, maybe it was excluded from the "warranty period".

But it doesn't matter.

After such a long period of time, he has already gotten used to seeing things with one eye. Wearing a handsome blindfold does not affect his handsome appearance, but adds a sense of mystery.

Of course, this is his self-feeling, and others don't know if it feels mysterious.

"Windmill!"

The urgent voice of the tortoise came from a distance.

Xia Feng turned around and saw a small figure staggering into the swept natural disaster area in the direction of the Xigong family's mansion.

Seeing Xia Feng standing there intact, Guigui's expression immediately changed from infinite worry to joy.

"Big windmill, you're fine!"

Xia Feng inserted the Scarlet Demon Sword back neatly, and raised his scissors hands towards Guigui with a smile.

"Huoyu Xiafeng won't die, brother won!"

After running close, Guigui hugged Xia Feng's waist.

"The big windmill is too powerful, yes!"

He fulfilled the agreement with Qiancai. When the sun rises, the land of Xichuan will never be trampled by foreign enemies again.

Back at the mansion of the Nishinomiya family, everyone looked at him like a monster.

Nishinomiya Ling looked like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, poking his head like a tortoise prime minister.

"That. Your Excellency Xia Feng, you last night"

Xia Feng sat on a chair in the main hall, picked up a cup of unknown tea and drank it all, and then wiped his mouth.

"Oh, I had a fight with that sword god last night, it was very enjoyable."

Everyone in the room held their breath, and Rei Nishinomiya continued to ask.

"What about the result? Who won?"

Xia Feng frowned and replied very angrily.

"Patriarch Ling, aren't you talking nonsense, who else won? What do you think, am I a ghost?"

Nishinomiya Ling waved her hands again and again.

"No, no, that's not what I mean, I just want to ask, what happened to that Ying Wulan?"

"died."

"Dead?"

"kindness."

"How did you die?"

Xia Feng put down the tea cup, his voice was understated.

"Hacked to death by my sword."

Although this sentence was said very easily, there was a complicated melancholy in Xia Feng's eyes.

In the final analysis, he and Ying Wulan have no deep hatred at all, it can be said that there is no enmity, this duel is different from all the battles he has experienced in the past, there is no hatred in the process, only a sincere fighting intention.

Recalling Ying Wulan's eyes that stared at him at the end, to be honest, his heart was shaken.

But at that moment, everything was unstoppable, and Ying Wulan's death was already doomed. In this case, he could only send away this old enemy of fate with the highest respect.

It seems that no one in this world can understand Sakura Takeshi's choice, not even his grandfather Sakuratake Toyaro.

However, he seemed to understand something.

From his point of view, Ying Wulan is like a stubborn secondary patient.

Without any castles, without any schemes, Ying Wulan just immerses herself in her own world, walking through life in the way she thinks is correct.

In retrospect, if he hadn't cut through the city of Londinium with a single sword, his and Sakura's fate would never have intersected.

If he hadn't stayed in Dongguo after assassinating Frey, Xia Feng would not have participated in this dispute.

If nothing happened, maybe after a few years, somewhere in this world, he could have a drink with Ying Wulan, who met each other so late, like friends.

Now, when the dust has settled, it's all over.

But Xia Feng couldn't help thinking.

If time starts again, will Dongguk's story have a different ending?

(End of this chapter)