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This was a world that was burning.
Scorching smoke spread out from the cracks in the ground. They rose into the sky and formed thick clouds. From afar, it looked like gray pillars propping up the heavens and the earth. Hot air rose, causing the scenery to look distorted. From time to time, blazing flames would spew out from a crack in the ground, adding a touch of scarlet to the world.
Outside the thick clouds, one could vaguely see an enormous figure. Its figure was so enormous that it seemed as if no matter where in this world it was, one could clearly see its figure.
At this moment, the earth trembled. Two armies came from the north and south and met in the middle of the earth. Then, a fierce battle ensued. The soldiers on both sides desperately charged at the enemy line, unreservedly sending their weapons into each other's bodies, and then hugging the weapons handed over by the enemy. Before their lives completely disappeared, they would bid farewell to this world in the most heroic way possible. As a result, balls of explosive flames continued to appear on the battlefield. However, although there were many flames, the armies of both sides had no intention of stopping. Instead, they became more and more intense, using the most tragic method to write the chapter of war.
A phantom stood on a high slope, looking down at the intense battle.
The phantom was the image of Father Miro. After watching silently for a moment, he turned around and walked forward. He bypassed the battlefield and walked on the vast ground. Wars like this happened from time to time, but whether he passed by the battlefield or even passed directly through it, neither side of the battle noticed his existence.
To this world, he did not exist. After all, he was only a projection of will. If he couldn't even form a body of will, how could he be discovered by both sides in the battle?
Miro was very familiar with this world, but also very unfamiliar.
He knew that this was Eboynes, a world that only existed in the will of the Twilight Clan. There were countless monarchs and countless soldiers in this world, and they were always waiting for the Twilight Clan. When the Twilight Sons awakened, they could transform their bodies of will into life in the material world through certain specific mediums.
Eboynes' life would never die. In the world of will, they fought and killed each other, and after death, they would be reborn again after a period of time. Death in the Material World was the same. Their wills would return to Eboynes and start all over again.
Miro was very familiar with this world because when Archimedes created his will, he also learned the secrets of the Dusk Clan.
However, Milo had never been to this world, so he was also very unfamiliar with it. He knew that he would come to this world for the first time, and it would also be the last time. This mission, or rather, this mission, had been decided the moment he was born.
This was his final journey.
Milo walked forward. Even though Eboynes was incomparably vast, even though the land was boundless, he knew where his destination was, and he walked towards it without hesitation.
He passed through the earth that spewed poisonous smoke and raging flames, traversed the valleys filled with monsters, walked over the steep mountain peaks, and saw the magnificent rivers and lakes of fire, the continuous trees of fire, the rain of fire that fell from the sky, and the fireballs that always lit up the sky and the earth, watching him like the eyes of the gods.
Finally, he arrived.
It was a canyon.
Once upon a time, there was an ancient and wise monarch in this canyon. But now that he was gone, his kingdom had also dissipated. Thus, the canyon seemed empty. Only the sound of the wind could be heard, but it made the canyon seem even more lonely.
If Allen was here, he would definitely be very surprised. This was the territory of the Abyssal Flames, but now, it was just an empty canyon.
Miro walked into the canyon alone.
When he finally stopped, he was standing at the entrance of the Lava Well. The former forbidden area was not even guarded. Milo touched the rough rock at the entrance, bowed slightly, and entered.
Moments later, he arrived at the depths of the Lava Well. From here, one could see the magma lake below. Although the Abyssal Flame was no longer here, the magma lake was still boiling hot, and hot smoke rose. Miro looked at the lake a few times, raised his hand, and pressed down.
Thus, the lava in the lake began to drop, and no one knew where it flowed to. Soon enough, the fire in the Magma Well started to dim. The magma had almost reached the bottom, so it was exposed. It was a sword-shaped stone pillar, or rather, a stone sword. The stone sword rose from the bottom of the lake, its tip pointed to the sky, and there were countless grayish-white patterns on it. It was clearly a dead object, but it emitted an ostentatious aura, as if a super expert was standing in the middle of the lake.
"White Emperor Sword, or should I call you Ashes' Hymn. But no matter which one it is, you've been sleeping here for long enough. It's time to wake up. "Miro said in a deep voice. He raised his hand. His palm gradually lit up, and when his entire palm turned into a ray of light, he slapped it down.
As if an invisible giant palm had slapped the stone sword, the entire lava well began to tremble. The rock coats that had been taken off from the mountain walls above fell into the lava with a plop, before being burned into wisps of green smoke and slowly sinking into the lava.
The stone sword trembled, and strands of white light shot out from the patterns, illuminating the entire belly of the earth. The outer layer of the stone sword was falling off, and it was as if a rain of stones had fallen from the magma lake. Stone powder fell from the sky, forming a cloud of dust on the surface of the lake. A white light soared into the sky from the hustle and bustle. Then, countless grayish-white streams of light flew up, interweaving into a magnificent picture scroll in the underground space. Like a river of stars crossing, like a school of fish entering the sea, all the white light swimming in the air surged upwards.
Miro took a few steps back, ran, jumped off the platform, and fell into the magma lake. His shadow gradually emitted grayish-white flames, finally turning into a thick gray flame that fell down.
The canyon trembled, and the tremors spread into the distance. Countless living beings felt the unusual tremors in the direction of the canyon and looked in that direction. Then, these living beings saw a grayish-white pillar of light rising from the direction of the canyon under the fiery red sky. The pillar of light blasted into the thick clouds in the sky, and white spots flashed between the clouds. This phenomenon lasted for nearly a minute before disappearing.
A flying beast flew over the canyon and saw that half of the canyon had collapsed. Especially in the direction of the lava well, there were specks of grayish-white flames burning between the piles of stones. The white flames made the flying beasts instinctively feel fear, so a large number of flying beasts turned back from the top of the canyon like dark clouds, flying into the distance with a hint of fleeing for their lives.
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