March, early spring.
South Phoenix Island, a corner.
The hazy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on rice paper, which soaked the sky and blurred out of the clouds.
The clouds were stacked and blended with each other, spreading crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
It seems that the gods roar, echoing in the world.
The blood-colored rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.
The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.
The city is in ruins, everything is withered, and collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and minced meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.
The bustling streets of the past are now desolate.
The sandy road that used to be crowded with people is no longer noisy at the moment.
Only the blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, and they couldn't tell each other apart, which was shocking.
Not far away, a mutilated carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sorrow, only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the yoke, swaying in the wind.
The white fluff had already been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.
The murky twin boys seemed to have some resentment left, staring alone at the mottled stones in front of them.
There, there was a figure lying on his stomach.
This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, dressed in tattered clothes, full of dirt, with a broken leather bag tied around his waist.
The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless, and the biting cold penetrated his whole body through his worn-out coat from all sides, gradually taking away his body temperature.
But even if the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink his eyes, staring into the distance like an eagle falcon.
Following his gaze, seven or eight feet away from him, a thin vulture was gnawing on the carcass of a wild dog, sometimes alertly observing the surroundings.
It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, at the slightest disturbance, it would take off in an instant.
And the boy was like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity.
After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.
In an instant, the young man's squinting eyes suddenly appeared.
His body was like an arrow missing from the string, rushing out and heading straight for the vulture, and with a flick of his right hand, he pulled out a black iron skewer from his waist leather bag.
The tip of the iron stick flashed with a sharp cold light.
Perhaps it was a murderous perception, but the moment the boy rushed out, the vulture immediately noticed, flapped his wings in the air in fright, and was about to fly away.
But it was still too late.
The black iron rod, with the expressionless flick of the young man's face, turned into a black line and shot out.
Burst!
The sharp iron rod stabbed into the vulture's head in an instant, shattering the skull and killing him instantly.
The powerful impact carried its body, tilted down, and with a bang, it was nailed to the carriage not far away.
The blood-colored doll on the side also shook more and more due to the turmoil of the carriage.
The young man looked calm, his speed did not pause at all, and he went straight to this place, and when he arrived, he grabbed the vulture corpse along with the iron stick.
The force was so great that the part of the carriage that was nailed by the iron rod also lifted a small piece.
After doing this, he left quickly along the edge of the street without looking back.
The wind seemed to be even bigger at this moment, and the blood-colored doll on the carriage, while shaking, seemed to be watching the young man go away.
The farther you go.
The wind is indeed even bigger, with the cold in the rain, brushing against the thin clothes of the teenager.
The young man trembled involuntarily, his brows furrowed slightly, he shrank his clothes, and let out a breathing sound from his mouth.
He hates the cold.
The way to resist the cold is to find a place to rest sheltered from the wind and rain, but at this moment, the young man running on the street did not stop at all, and the dilapidated shops passed by his eyes.
He didn't have much time left.
Because it took too long to hunt vultures, today, there was still a place he hadn't gone to.
"It shouldn't be far away." The young man whispered to himself and galloped down the street.
On the way forward, blue-black corpses could be seen everywhere, and their hopeless faces were full of ferocity, as if they had turned into an aura of despair, wanting to stain the young man's mind.
But the young man was used to it and didn't even look at it.
Until time passed little by little, the young man looked at the sky from time to time, his face was a little anxious, as if for him, the change in the sky was more terrifying than those corpses.
Fortunately, soon after, when he saw a pharmacy in the distance, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away.
The pharmacy is not big, and there are many medicine cabinets scattered on the ground, emitting a musty smell, like a tomb that has been opened, full of mess.
There was also an old man's corpse in the corner, all blue and black, leaning against the wall, as if he didn't have time to close his eyes, looking at the outside world blankly.
The young man stepped in and glanced at it, and immediately began to rummage.
Most of the herbs here were the same as those corpses, turning blue-black, only a few were still normal.
Among these normal herbs, the boy carefully identified them for a long time.
As if recalling his past experiences, he finally picked up a common golden grass and took off his thin clothes, revealing a huge scar on his chest.
The scar has not completely healed, and you can see that the edges of the wound have begun to turn black, and even some blood is oozing out.
The young man looked down, crushed the herbs, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and raised his hand to apply it to the wound little by little.
In an instant, the wound was in severe pain like a turbulent tide, suddenly, causing the young man's body to tremble uncontrollably, but he forced himself to endure, but the sweat on his forehead could not be suppressed, and drops fell down his cheeks on the dark ground.
It became ink.
The whole process lasted for more than ten breaths, until he completely applied the herbs to the wound, the young man seemed to lose his strength all of a sudden, holding on to the medicine cabinet on the side, and slowed down for a while before exhaling deeply and slowly putting on his clothes.
Looking at the sky outside, he thought about it and took out a broken map from his waist bag and spread it out carefully.
The map is very simple, depicting this city.
The locations of the pharmacies inside have been marked, and in the northeast direction above them, many areas have been crossed with fingernails, but only two areas are left without forks.
"After looking for these days, it should be in these two areas." The young man's voice was hoarse, he muttered in a low voice, and was about to leave after putting away the map.
But before leaving, he looked back at the old man's corpse on the side, and his eyes fell on the corpse's clothes.
It was a leather jacket, perhaps because of the special leather, and the corrosion of the leather jacket was not great.
The young man thought for a while, walked over, took off the leather jacket from the old man's body, and put it on his body.
The leather jacket was a little big, but after wrapping his thin body, the boy finally felt a hint of warmth, so he looked down at the old man's open eyes, raised his hand to cover it gently, and closed his eyes.
"Rest in peace." The young man said, tore off the curtain in the shop, covered the old man's body, turned around and left the pharmacy.
When he walked out, a glimmer of light was reflected from his feet, and the young man looked down and saw a palm-sized fragment mirror in the blood mud.
In the lens, he saw his face.
The face reflected in the broken mirror, although it was full of dirt, could still be vaguely seen that it was an extremely delicate face.
It's just that the immaturity that thirteen or fourteen-year-old young people should have is gone, replaced by indifference.
The young man silently looked at himself in the mirror on the ground, and after a while, he raised his foot and stepped on it.
There was a click.
Cracks appeared.
After crushing the mirror, his body shook and galloped away.
On the ground, although the broken mirror was filled with cracks, it still reflected on the sky, as if covering the world and all living beings, like half a vast human face of a god's remnant.
The remnant face closed its eyes and was indifferent, high above, with only strands of withered and curved hair hanging down.
It is the natural existence of this world like the sun and the moon.
It seems that under her, all living beings are ants, and like insects, the phenomenon of the growth of all things is influenced by it and has to be changed.
At this moment, the sky was also under the remnants of this god, gradually losing its light.
The shadow of the setting sun was like a black haze, permeating the ruins of the city and covering the earth, as if it were about to engulf everything.
The rain is getting heavier
As the night gradually engulfed and the wind was so loud, there were bursts of sharp whimpers.
It was as if the roar of a fierce ghost began to awaken the strange existence in this city, causing all kinds of creepy sounds to respond one after another.
The running boy walked faster and moved more quickly, and between this and the advent of the night, he flexibly shuttled through the streets.
Until, when he passed by a collapsed house and wanted to jump far away, the boy's child hole suddenly shrank.
He saw that not far away, in a ruined city, there seemed to be a person.
From a distance, this person was neatly dressed, as if he had no injuries, and was sitting there against the wall.
The most important thing is that the skin exposed on the other party's body is actually normal in color, not blue and black!
Such a figure, in this city, unless it is a living person, it is impossible to appear!
And the living ...... These days, the young man has not met a second one except himself.
This scene shocked him, and he quickly seemed to think of something, and his breathing became a little faster.
I had the intention to go, but the haze-like night behind me had been engulfed.
The young man hesitated, remembered this position, and left quickly.
Galloping all the way, he finally caught up with him in the dark night, and the boy returned to his temporary residence in this city.
It was a hole in the ground, very small inside, full of bird feathers.
The gap at the entrance is not large, so adults can't get in, but teenagers can barely get in here.
After entering, he skillfully blocked the entrance with books, stones and other debris in the cave.
The moment it was completely filled, the night outside covered it in an instant.
The young man did not relax his vigilance, grabbed the iron stick hard in his hand, held his breath, and squatted there listening for a long time.
Gradually, the roar and mournful sound of strange beasts came, occasionally mixed with strange laughter.
It wasn't until there was a clearer roar echoing, and in the teenager's nervousness, the voice seemed to pass away, and gradually became lighter, before he breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside.
The cave was pitch black, and the young man sat there silently, as if time had stopped at this moment.
He was stunned for a while, calmed down his nerves that had been tense all day, grabbed a kettle from his side, took a few sips, ignored the sound outside, and took out the vulture in his pocket.
In the dark, put it on your mouth and bite it one by one.
There was a fishy smell in his throat, but he swallowed it calmly and slowly, squeezing the food down his throat to his stomach.
And the stomach was also wriggling hard at the moment, trying to digest and relieve hunger.
Soon a whole vulture was eaten by him, and the young man took a deep breath, bursts of exhaustion surged all over his body, and his eyes slowly closed.
But in his hand, he always clutched the jet-black iron skewer, like a lone wolf pretending to sleep.
If there seemed to be anything unusual, he would open his eyes instantly.
At this moment, the outside world was like a curtain, covering the city, covering the earth, and covering the sky.
The world under the sky is extremely vast, and Nanhuangzhou overseas is only one of them.
Few people know how big the whole world is, but the majestic remnants on the sky, with a strong shock, everyone looks up.
The specific time of this fragment can no longer be studied.
People only know from the descriptions in some classics that a long, long time ago, this world full of fairy spirits was prosperous and full of vitality until ...... This huge remnant was attracted from the depths of the distant void with destruction.
In the process, the beings of this world tried every means to stop it, but they all failed, and in the end, only a few ancient emperors ruled, leading some of their clansmen to abandon all beings and choose to migrate.
Soon, the remnants arrived, hanging in the sky, and from then on, nightmares came.
The aura from her permeated the entire world, and the mountains, the sea, all things, and all living beings, including the spiritual energy that monks relied on for practice, were also infected by it.
All things wither, all beings perish, and not one in a hundred.
Since then, those who survived this disaster have called this half of the human face...... gods.
This world is called the end of the land, and the place where the ancient emperor dominated is called the holy place.
This title has been passed down from generation to generation through many eras.
And the disasters brought by the gods are not only these, her majesty suppresses all living beings all the time, because ......
Every few years, decades, or even hundreds of years, she would open her eyes from time to time and continue to count her breaths.
Every time she opened her eyes to look at the area, it would be instantly polluted by its strong aura.
The living beings are devastated and turned into an eternal forbidden area.
Over the past many eras, there have been more and more forbidden areas in this world, and fewer and fewer areas can be inhabited.
And nine days ago, the god opened his eyes again, and the place he was looking at was the area where the boy was.
All the species and more than a dozen human cities in that area, no matter where they existed, whether inside or outside the city, were instantly polluted and turned into a forbidden area for life.
Under this terrifying pollution, some of all living beings directly decomposed into blood mist, some mutated into strange beasts without spiritual intelligence, and some left behind contaminated blue-black corpses.
Only a very small number of humans and beasts can survive.
Teenagers are one of them.
At this moment, outside the dark cave, with a mournful sound from far and near, the sleeping boy quickly opened his eyes.
The iron stick in his hand instinctively lifted, and he looked vigilantly at the blocked entrance gap.
It wasn't until the mournful sound circled around and gradually faded away that the young man breathed a sigh of relief.
He was no longer sleepy, so he touched his leather bag and took out a bamboo slip from it.
In the darkness, he touched the handwriting on the bamboo slip, and there seemed to be some light in his eyes, then he sat up straight, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.
The boy's name is Xu Qing, and he has lived alone and in the slums outside the city since he was a child.
In the sudden catastrophe nine days ago, he hid in the stone crevices, unlike other frightened and crazy people, he calmly looked at the gods who opened their eyes in the sky, and looked at the special cross child holes in the eyes of the gods in the sky, as if he had lost his fear.
Until he saw a purple light falling from the sky and landing in the northeast direction of the city.
In the next moment, he passed out of a coma.
After waking up, he became the only survivor inside and outside the city.
But he didn't leave immediately.
Because he knew that the forbidden area formed by the gods with their eyes open would be shrouded in blood rain at the beginning, turning into an enchantment.
People inside can't get out, and people outside can't step in unless the restricted area is completely formed.
And the sign of formation is that the blood rain has stopped.
This catastrophe seems to be nothing to Xu Qing, who grew up in the slums.
Because in the slums, whether it is all kinds of homeless people, wild dogs, a disease, or even a cold night, people will lose their lives at any time, and it will be very difficult to survive.
And as long as you live, everything else is nothing.
Of course, in the cruelty of the slums, there is still a touch of warmth occasionally.
For example, some down-and-out scholars will teach a group of children to read and write for a living, and in addition, it is the memory of their relatives.
It's just that in Xu Qing's mind, the memories of his relatives pass with the passage of time, even if he tries hard to recall, afraid that he will forget, but he is still gradually molding the lake.
But he knew that he was not an orphan, he still had relatives, but he had long been separated.
So his ideal is to live.
If you can live a better life, if you have the opportunity to see your relatives, it will be even better.
So he was lucky not to die and chose to enter the city.
He wanted to go to the residences of the upper lords in the city, looking for the powerful way to change himself circulating in the slums, and he also wanted to find the purple light that fell into the city.
And the way to become stronger has been circulating in the slums, and everyone desires it, they call it practice, and those who master the method of practice are called monks.
So becoming a monk is Xu Qing's greatest wish in addition to the memories of his relatives.
It is not uncommon for monks to be seen, Xu Qing has seen this type of person enter the city from a distance in the slums in the past few years.
Their typical characteristic is that when looking at them, their bodies will instinctively tremble.
Even Xu Qing heard that the city lord was a monk, and there were also monks by his guards.
So after searching in this city for a long time, five days ago, he finally found the bamboo slip in his hand on a corpse in the city lord's mansion.
It was dangerous there, and the wound on his chest was left at that time.
What the bamboo slip records is exactly the practice method he longs for.
All the content on it had long been familiar to him, and even in the past few days, he had begun to try to practice.
Xu Qing had never seen any other cultivation techniques, this bamboo slip was the only one obtained, and he didn't know how to practice it correctly.
Fortunately, most of the descriptions on it are simple and easy-to-understand texts, focusing on visualization and breathing.
So step by step, he also gained somewhat.
This method is called the Haishan Formula.
The method of practice is to think of the totem carved on the bamboo slip in the mind, and breathe it with a specific breath.
This picture is very strange, it is a strange being, with a big head and a small body, only one leg, the whole body is black, and the face is as ferocious as a ghost.
Xu Qing had never seen this creature, and it was called a xiao on the bamboo slip.
At this moment, with the cultivation, not long after this picture appeared in his mind, Xu Qing's breathing gradually changed, and there was an undercurrent in the nearby air.
The spiritual energy around him poured in, slowly drilling into his body, flowing through his body, with bursts of biting cold, and the parts he passed through seemed to be in ice water.
Xu Qing was afraid of the cold, but he endured it and did not give up and still persevered.
Until a long time, when he finally finished this practice according to Zhu Jian's request, his body was soaked with cold sweat.
And just after eating the vulture's belly, there was a feeling of hunger again.
Xu Qing wiped away the cold sweat, touched his stomach again, and his eyes showed firmness.
Since practicing this technique, his food intake has increased significantly, and his body is more flexible than ever.
All of this made him have stronger patience with the cold during cultivation.
Looking up at this moment, Xu Qing followed the gap at the entrance and looked outside.
The outside world was pitch black, only terrifying roars, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, echoing in the ears.
He doesn't know the real reason why he became a survivor, maybe it's a fluke, or maybe it's ...... He saw the purple light.
So while looking for exercises these days, he was also constantly going to the northeast area to look for the fall point of the purple light, but unfortunately he never found it.
In his thoughts, Xu Qing listened to the roar outside. When he returned from sunset, he couldn't help but think of the corpse leaning against the wall he saw when he returned from sunset, so his eyes slowly narrowed.
The place where the other party is located is the northeast region, and ...... It seems to be a living person.
"Is it related to purple light?"