In the extreme north of the empire, there was a lonely peak that pierced into the clouds. The lonely peak was thousands of feet high, and from the middle of the mountain, the color of the mountain turned from brown to gray. Then, it turned into a silver white. The silver-white mountain had been attacked by the cold wind and snow for many years. The weak parts had long since disappeared, leaving behind hard and smooth parts. Even a mountain climber would at most climb to the middle of the lonely peak. Any higher, and the difficulty was no different from ascending to the heavens.
The peak of the lonely peak was hidden in the clouds. Only when the clouds opened and the sun shone could one see the silver-white spear tip of the mountain. Normally, it was more like this. Today, the weather was bad and the rain was pouring down. Lightning flickered in the rolling clouds. From time to time, an azure lightning bolt would strike the mountain peak, causing a large amount of lightning to explode. However, the amount of rubble that fell was pitiful. This lonely peak had been exposed to the wind and rain for many years, and it had experienced countless thunderstorms. The upper half of the mountain was even mixed with a large amount of crystals, causing the lonely peak to be extremely hard. A few lightning bolts could only strike down a pile of stone powder.
The lightning in the rain clouds flashed from afar and rolled forward in the clouds. From time to time, it would light up, illuminating the entire sea of clouds. The place where the lightning was the brightest in the sea of clouds was actually at the peak of the lonely peak. Lightning gathered there, as if thousands of snakes were swarming, as if they had gathered into a sea of lightning. In the sea of lightning and thunder, streaks of lightning, fire, and lightning constantly intertwined and flickered, all of them striking towards the peak of the mountain.
From afar, one could see that in the rolling clouds, the lightning and fire that were constantly striking down were like funnels. The tip of the battle was naturally aimed at the top of the lonely peak. Above the peak, a bright yellow flame could be vaguely seen swirling and flying, continuously lashing out at the lightning that descended from the sky. When the two collided, they would explode into a huge flame. The stream of fire was nearly a thousand meters long. Whether it was slashing horizontally or rotating like a wheel, it was condensed and did not disperse, like a longsword condensed from flames.
However, who could use fire as a sword to resist the might of heaven and earth?
At this time, if someone could pass through the layers of clouds and climb to the top of the lonely peak, they would see that the stream of fire was actually formed from thousands of longswords condensed from flames. Every movement of this thousand-meter-long stream of flames revealed endless sword intent. On top of the lone peak, someone stood with his hands behind his back. The stream of fire formed from ten thousand swords revolved around him. That person didn't move a single finger, but this stream of fire seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. It was incomparably nimble as it exploded the lightning that fell from the sky one by one.
It was just that the lightning flashed, and the thick clouds swirled around, making it impossible to see that person's appearance clearly. It was at this moment that the sea of lightning in the depths of the clouds suddenly lit up. Hundreds of lightning bolts crashed down together, but they seemed to be pulled by an invisible force field and twisted into one. It was as if a lightning spear had been thrown by a deity from heaven.
A series of laughter rang out amidst the torrential storm. The swirling streams of fire suddenly froze, and the thousands of flame swords dispersed, covering the surrounding void for a thousand meters, forming a sword wall. The person in the clouds finally moved. He raised one of his hands that were behind his back and pointed it at the lightning spear that was coming at him. The sword wall buzzed as tens of thousands of swords shot out at the same time, leaving behind trails of flames as they charged upwards.
From afar, it looked like a waterfall of fire that soared into the sky and collided with the thick lightning spear. The two collided in the air, and hundreds of energy storms exploded one after another, stirring up the thick clouds and slowly rotating with the Lightning Spear and Flame Sword as the origin.
In the end, the clouds suddenly lit up, and a few thick streams of fire exploded in all directions. The fire was like a sword, slicing through the thick clouds, forming a few cracks that were a hundred meters wide and unknown length in the clouds! Sunlight shone down from these cracks and slowly climbed up the undulating ground below.
Then, the lightning disappeared, the thick clouds dispersed, and the downpour stopped just like that.
After the rain stopped, someone stepped into the air on the peak of Lonely Peak. Then, he jumped down and dived down the mountain. Just as he was about to smash into the ground, the person stretched out his hand and pressed down. A circle of flame ripples appeared in the air, and the reaction force caused the person's body to rise instead of falling. He floated up a hundred meters before slowly descending.
He landed on a platform, but it was one of the many balconies of this ancient castle. This ancient castle was located on the gentle slope at the bottom of Lonely Peak Mountain, built against the mountain city. The castle was made purely of boulders, with thick walls and high walls. Long windows and steeples could be seen everywhere, and vaulted eaves could be seen everywhere. The black iron engraved door was tightly locked, revealing a lonely and deep aura. It had been a long time since anyone had visited this ancient castle. The square in front of the castle was covered in scattered weeds that were not trimmed. Those stone sculptures that could be called works of art climbed up vines that came from nowhere, making the castle even more gloomy.
On the balcony, after the rain and clouds dispersed, the sunlight gradually filled every corner and naturally landed on the man. At this moment, he could finally see the whole picture. The man was clearly not young, and there were traces of time between his brows. However, it was not difficult to imagine from his facial features that he must have been a handsome man that caused young girls to scream for him when he was young. Even though his youth had faded a little, his chiseled and sculpted silhouette had an indescribable majesty to it.
The man had thick black hair that was rare in the empire. Gray, hidden in the black hair, did not show that he was past his prime, but instead added a bit of elegance. His clothes were exquisite, with golden threads and jade threads, exuding an extremely noble aura. His eyes were like lightning, filled with sharpness as he slowly swept his gaze across every stone and tree below the castle. Suddenly, the weeds on the plaza, the vines between the stone sculptures, and the moss that climbed up the thick walls of the castle suddenly flashed with fire from the inside out. It was even too late to burn, and these things were turned into ashes. When the wind blew, the ashes dispersed, and the gloomy feeling of the castle was swept away.
At this point, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, "This is what I remember."
The door to the balcony behind him was pushed open. An old man with wrinkles, spots, and sparse hair was dressed like a butler. With the help of two maids, he walked into the balcony. The moment he saw the man's back, the old man's eyes became blurry. Tears flowed out of his dry eyes and he whispered, "Young Master."
The man's expression did not change in the face of the violent lightning, but because of this extremely soft cry, his shoulders shook violently. Then, he turned around with a complicated expression in his eyes and nodded, "Butler Charlie, how many years have we not seen each other?"
"Twenty years! Nearly twenty years, my young master … "The old butler pushed away the maid's support and staggered towards the man.
The man took a step forward and appeared in front of the butler, reaching out to support the old man. The old man raised his hand covered in age spots and trembled as it landed on the man's face. This action made the two maids behind him want to cry out in alarm, but they swallowed the exclamations in their mouths when the man glared at them sharply. The man's gaze lowered and his gaze softened. The old butler didn't know what was happening behind him at all. He only said with a trembling voice, "So I wasn't dreaming. Young Master, you're finally back. You're back. "
"Yes, I'm back. Charlie, thank you for taking care of it for me for so many years. Now that I'm back, you don't have to support this place alone. I will restore this castle to its former glory. I will take back everything that belongs to me, starting from here! "The man said solemnly.
The old butler only knew how to nod and couldn't say a word.
At this moment, the sound of horses and people could be heard. The man turned around to look. Outside the castle, a Horse team majestically headed in the direction of the castle. The black iron gate of the castle opened to both sides, allowing the Horse team to enter the castle square. The old butler ignored etiquette and pushed the man away. He came to the stone railing at the edge of the balcony and looked at the surging heads in the square. He listened to the boiling voices that he hadn't heard for a long time, and tears streamed down his old face.
After twenty years of silence, this castle finally regained its vitality!
In the next few days, the castle underwent a huge restoration project. Scaffolding was set up everywhere, and the figures of workers appeared in every corner of the castle. The gaps occupied by weeds in the square needed to be repaired, the outer walls needed to be reinforced, the iron doors and windows needed to be repainted, the carpets bitten by rats needed to be replaced, the cellars covered in cobwebs needed to be thoroughly cleaned, potted plants or armor were placed everywhere in the corridors, and the walls of the rooms in the castle needed to be hung with oil paintings … There was so much work that even the owner of the castle had to carefully avoid the workers and the items in their hands when walking around the castle.
He finally arrived at a study that had just been cleaned up. Only a small corner of the study had been cleaned up. The workers were still busy laying a new carpet, removing the damaged bookshelves, and hanging a gorgeous crystal lamp on the roof of the room. Therefore, the man was already very satisfied to have a chair to sit on. Just as he sat down, the middle-aged butler in a tuxedo, white gloves, and shiny hair walked over and handed two envelopes to the man.
The man took it and waved his hand to let the butler go. There was still too much work in the castle that required the butler's assistance. It would be useless to stay by his side. After the butler left, he looked at the two letters. The patterns on the two envelopes were different, which meant that the two letters came from different places. The castle was waiting for a new one. There was no letter opening knife for him to use in the study, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He raised his pinky finger and flicked the letter with the running wolf pattern.
There were only a few words in the letter, but the man's expression constantly darkened. In the end, he clenched his fingers and the letter in his hand suddenly burned up, leaving behind a few pieces of paper ash that still contained sparks.
The workers in the study were stunned. Everyone's faces turned pale. Everyone could tell that their master was very angry. However, the man's cultivation was extremely good. The anger in his eyes flashed and he calmed down. "Continue with your work," he said indifferently.
However, he knew that if he stayed, the workers would only be absent-minded, so he left the study with another letter in his arms. This made the workers finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The man came to the balcony that descended from the lonely peak and stood with his hands behind his back, facing the vast world outside the castle. At this moment, a woman's voice sounded from behind him, "Darling, you look very unhappy. I thought you would be happier back here. "
Hearing this, the man hurriedly turned around and frowned, "Why did you come out? It's windy here. Go back to your room. "
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