The Burial of the Fantasy City

The mysterious ancient monument above Jiangbei City is not as far away from the residents of Jiangbei City as it was when it first appeared. Some slightly stronger cultivators can see the ancient text engraved on the bottom of the stone stele.

Yongzhen Yellow River!

The four shocking ancient characters, as if they have their own souls, are straight out of the monument!

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“Yongzhen… Yellow River?! ”

“The Yellow River… Does it mean the ancestral river of our Huaxia? ”

“Our Zuhe, why do we need a stone tablet to come to the town?”

“Is the stone tablet descended from heaven to suppress the Zu River?”

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The four ancient characters occupy only one-third of the bottom of the stele, and the remaining two-thirds are painted with strange patterns: a pitch-black firmament, obscured by thick dark clouds. The torrential rain poured like a bead-shaped waterfall, the sky thunder rolling, and the lightning raging. The earth is cracking, the mountains are collapsing. Magma emerged on the surface, and Wang Yang swept the land with monstrous waves. One figure after another flew into the unknown nothingness, and one corpse after another fell from the sky. Heaven and earth are floating corpses everywhere, and the living beings are in ruins.

The whole pattern depicts the cultivators on the earth a picture of the end coming.

For some reason, every Huaxia cultivator who saw the pattern, looking at it, faintly felt that the pattern was related to him, and his heart was inexplicably filled with sadness.

In the next moment, the Huaxia cultivators who witnessed the pattern of the ancient stele, whether they were beginners in the Wheel Sea Realm, or Immortal Half Step Great Power or Immortal Two Great Power, a teardrop unconsciously overflowed from the corner of their eyes, and the tear slowly fell to the ground under their feet.

I, why do I think that the scene in the pattern is related to me?!

I, why am I inexplicably sad?!

Why don’t I cry unconsciously?!

There is no reason for grief, and there is no reason for tears.

Huaxia cultivators did not understand why their emotions were so low, they were not affiliated with other Huaxia cultivators, and they did not understand why Huaxia cultivators were sad and weeping.

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No one noticed that the hundreds of millions of tears shed by hundreds of millions of Chinese cultivators did not melt and dissipate with the loess on the ground after falling to the ground. Instead, they all submerged deep into the ground and gathered together into a line.

I don’t know where it started, it looked like a small and continuous ‘river of tears’, carrying the grief that the Chinese cultivators still sealed in the depths of their souls, towards its end, towards the ancestral river that gave birth to countless generations of Chinese people.

The Nine-curved Yellow River is sandy, and the waves are rushing from the end of the world. Suddenly go straight up to the Milky Way, and don’t see its water run out.

The magnificent Yellow River, which gave birth to the Chinese civilization, allowed the times to change, let the years change, let the earth change, let the desolate beasts invade, and let the region change. For more than 10,000 years, it is like an earth-colored dragon, lying horizontally on the land belonging to Huaxia. Witnessed Huaxia’s transition from agricultural civilization to commercial civilization, to the era of science and technology, the era of mecha… The Age of Magic, the Age of Fantasy until the present day.

No matter what kind of civilization era, the Yellow River is regarded as the ancestral river by the Chinese people.

Life and death of Chinese people, the soul of the Yellow River remains unchanged for eternity.

What has changed is the times, and what has not changed is the Chinese soul bred by the soul of the Yellow River.

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The constant flow of thousands of years, as if indefatigable.

After a long wait, it seems that the result is ushering in.

The ‘river of tears’, formed by hundreds of millions of teardrops, flows from deep underground and joins the flowing waters of the Yellow River.

Boom!

Boom!

Like a stone startling a thousand waves, like a spring thunder that revives all things.

Stretching the main stream of the Yellow River, diversion, tributary, and end, the inner waves roar.

Roar, roar, roar!

Roar, roar, roar!

The loud rumbling sound is finally like a dragon’s groan!

When the dragon chant appeared, an endless dragon shadow rushed out from the heavenly monument on the firmament, the stars and moons, mountains and rivers swayed, and the rolling Yellow River water waves.

Long Ying took a deep look at the ink rain sitting on the cliff, and bowed his head slightly at him.

Although Mo Yu couldn’t see its salutation after closing his eyes, it still chose to do so.

Retracting his gaze, the dragon shadow that covered the sky and closed the moon, looked down at the Yellow River below him.

The riverbed that lies across the earth is its body that does not want to decay.

The rushing yellow waves are the blood it does not want to dry up.

The sound of the 10,000 waves is a war song that it does not want to forget.

A hundred ethnic groups died together, and Kyushu wept blood.

How can you hope, how dare you forget!

In the last life, he fought until his death, turned into the Yellow River, and sealed the heavenly monument in his soul.

In this life, I will be reborn, collect my old body, and fight the other world again.

Endless dragon shadows swoop down from the sky, merging with the endless Yellow River.

A few moments later.

The Yellow River, which has been lying across the land of China for more than 10,000 years, rises up into the sky. It is like a long dragon that winds and turns, hanging across the land of China.

Roar, roar, roar!

Like a roar of oath, Cang Yu opened another opening, and the roar spread through the sky gap to the endless distant depths.

Squeak!

Countless condensation sounds continued to sound, and the water of the Yellow River, which had been rushing for more than 10,000 years, condensed into stone drop by drop.

The stretching Yellow River has become a continuous stone dragon.

The ancestor dragon, one of the nine ancestors of Kyushu, was reborn with the help of ink rain to reflect reality, and went one step further and became the stone king above the ancestor god.

Hundreds of millions of Chinese cultivators witnessed the evolution of the ancestral river into a stone dragon, and the same realization rose in everyone’s heart at the same time: I, the descendant of the dragon! Huaxia Jiuzhou, when everyone is like a dragon, practice against the sky, and destroy the other world!

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PS: Poof, this one actually crashed when it was almost finished. I have to write it again, it’s half past three!