The wind and snow stopped. The world was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness, a dazzling whiteness. It was as if the world was covered in white mourning mourning for the past.
Chu Feng was like a dead man lying under the ice and snow. Even though the cold was bone-piercing, it wasn't as cold as the coldness in his heart. He only felt cold and desolate, as if life had lost all meaning.
He was no different from a corpse. He didn't want to move, didn't want to think, and didn't want to let his mind recover. He just wanted to quietly lie on the cold frozen earth, not willing to wake up.
To him, living was a kind of pain. There were endless wounds. He couldn't accept the death of his old friends, and he couldn't even think about the tragic deaths of his wife and children. Those blades and swords were like swords. Every time they fell, a large amount of blood splashed out from his heart, and the pain of killing hurt his heart and soul.
Perhaps death was very simple. All pain could end, and there would be no more sadness. He wouldn't go crazy from the pain. However, in the depths of his heart, his weakest and most indistinct voice echoed. I … can't die, I still haven't gotten my revenge!
Until one day, a sudden clap of thunder shook Chu Feng's mind from the numb world. The ice and snow had melted, and he was lying on the muddy ground devoid of vitality. He was briefly jolted awake by the clap of spring thunder.
But soon, everything was as red as blood. With a long howl, he was like a mad beast, like a crazed prisoner ramming into a prison cell. His hair was disheveled, and he knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.
Day after night, everything appeared in his mind. The suffocating tragic scene appeared again, driving him crazy and making him roar. Then, he staggered up and began to run on the ground.
No matter who saw this, they would think that this was a completely crazy person. There was no spirit, only pain and beast-like roars. His eyes were scattered and bloodshot.
Only when night arrived did Chu Feng run for who knew how many li. Then, with a thump, he fell onto the barren earth. His chest heaved up and down, and the bloodshot color in his eyes receded. He became much more clear-headed from his madness.
He lowered his head to look at his hands. There was still a bit of blood that had yet to dry. He then looked at the tattered battle clothes on his body. There was also a striking and beautiful red. It was the blood that had splashed out after his son's body had disintegrated. It was also the last trace left behind by that child.
Chu Feng's heart ached so much that he was about to go crazy again. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, protecting the blood stains on his tattered battle suit. He looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with endless despair.
"This is all that's left …" Chu Feng looked at the remaining blood on his body, as if he was hugging the most precious thing in the world, afraid that it would disappear in the blink of an eye.
He had no more tears to shed, but he whimpered. His heart was being torn apart. Bits and pieces of memories were like countless celestial swords stabbing into his heart. The more he didn't want to remember, the clearer the scenes from that day became. The densely packed blades, spears, swords, and halberds fell, riddling his heart with thousands of holes. Blood continuously splashed out.
The scene from that day was like a heavy blood colored mountain pressing down upon him, causing him to almost be crushed into pieces, and it was painful to the point of suffocating.
The night wind couldn't be considered weak, blowing up Chu Feng's hair. It was actually a gray color, dim and without a bit of luster. He looked at the long hair that was fluttering in front of his chest, lost in thought.
He used to laugh and curse angrily, just entering the world of mortals, walking the world brilliantly. He also used to be high-spirited, suppressing all enemies of his generation with a single hand.
But now, he was filled with endless decadence, bitterness, pain, and self-confidence. The radiance of strength and strength had all faded, leaving only silence and sadness.
He raised his head in a daze, powerless, dejected, and in despair. Even though he had regained his senses and was no longer lying on the ground like a corpse, he still felt that his past self had died. How many past events could be repeated, how many happy moments could be recreated? He was no longer the him who entered the world of mortals at a young age and walked the world brilliantly. He wasn't old, but his long hair was already gray. Although his entire face still had the appearance of a youth because of his strength, it was pale without a trace of blood.
"I also once roamed the world in high spirits, with lofty aspirations that reached the clouds. I wanted to kill all the strange enemies, but now, there's nothing left!"
He lost all his relatives, friends, and those brilliant heroes. They were all gone, all of them died in battle, and he was the only one left.
The young Chu Feng of the past didn't care about anything, always wearing a dazzling smile like the morning glow. Now, all of that was gone. His temperament changed greatly, no longer like the past. He was asking himself, "Am I dead?" The world was boundless, and there was no longer any nostalgia. His entire person was gray, and there was no light in his heart, only darkness.
Until a long time later, Chu Feng trembled, leaving all the blood on his hand on the tattered battle clothes. He carefully, as if he was holding his own child, gently placed it into the stone jar, storing it in an unbreakable space, and also storing it in his memories full of pain.
The moon was extremely large, shining brightly on the ground. The bright moonlight illuminated the past world's myriad resplendence. Chu Feng's expression was absent-minded, as if he saw all living things, saw the past great world of mortals, saw hazy old friends one after another, smiling at him from the distance, waving at him.
However, he walked forward, doing his best to look out, yet he couldn't see anything. Under the full moon, the great world became ruins, endless desolation. Lone wolves howled, as if weeping. Graves were everywhere, broken bones could be seen along the roadside. How bleak and desolate was this?
Chu Feng walked forward shakily. The entire era was buried, the entire world was boundless. Was he the only one left?
The bright moon shone in the sky, but this world could no longer return to the past. The moon was still that moon, illuminating the great world from ten thousand years ago. The world was resplendent, romantic through the ages. Now, even though the bright moon was still the same, the world was all in the past. Broken walls, ruins, unrivaled heroes, immortal beauties, all of them turned to dust.
He became a bit more clear-headed, no longer going crazy. However, he couldn't help but want to cry, unable to hide the sourness and pain in his heart. He wanted to shed tears, yet he could only release a hoarse low roar.
The bright moon illuminated the past and present, the moonlight hazy, yet it wasn't gentle at all. It was like an ice-cold veil, the coldness piercing into the bone, unable to conceal the endless sorrow.
How many heroes became the past, how many brilliance were buried under the ruins. The vast skies of history, the long scroll of glory, all of it was burned to ashes. Looking at the great world, only he was left behind, alone in the ruins.
Chu Feng walked alone dejectedly. The road ahead was dark and gloomy, and he couldn't find anyone to travel with him. His heart was filled with boundless disappointment and frustration, desolation, and an unprecedented loneliness. He had experienced the desolation of the ages.
Many days passed. Chu Feng didn't know where he was. He went crazy, muddle-headed, unable to walk out from the dark region in his heart, unable to see the light.
He told himself that he had to live, that he had to become stronger, that he couldn't forever remain dispirited. However, he couldn't control himself, immersing himself in the past for a long time. He thought about those people, thought about all types of things that happened in the past. Right now, he was alone, what could he do? Could he change anything?
In the final battle, everyone died. He who was still alive, what ability did he have to change this world?
He wouldn't forget the scenes of all of the half immortal emperors' deaths. Even Huang, Ye, Empress, and the others died in battle. There were no more emperors in this world. Could he face the surging great power alone?
Even if he became an immortal emperor, if he went alone, he would still be crushed to pieces.
Who were the ones who died? They were all the ceiling figures of their respective historical eras, the main characters of their respective great worlds, the most brilliant heroes of their respective eras. However, in that final battle, they all died.
Chu Feng's back leaned against a mountain rock, feeling pain inside, yet he was powerless.
Those people, those figures that were reflected in the sky, were a great gathering of history's most brilliant heroes. All of them gathered together, all of the heroes moving out together, yet in the end, they still couldn't defeat the strangeness. In the end, the emperor fell, the people died, all of them dying in battle. Their heroic spirits' wishes weren't fulfilled, the melancholy chilling their hot blood, choking their chests.
"The emperor fell, the world in sorrow, the virtuous saints all buried under ruined ruins!" Chu Feng staggered about, moving alone in the darkness. He didn't have a goal, didn't have a direction, only his hoarse voice ringing through the night sky.
He couldn't see the path ahead clearly. So many people died. He previously had the will to devour the heavens, even more so had the intent to get revenge, but in the end, he was at a loss and powerless. How was he supposed to defeat the entire plateau alone? Four primogenitors, three immortal emperors, countless strange creatures, moreover, the power at the peak of the vile earth pyramid could continuously revive …
Just like that, Chu Feng walked for several months, stepping over broken mountains and rivers, walking past ruins. He didn't know which great world this was, the scarlet land stretched for tens of millions of miles, there was still no sign of human habitation.
He was sometimes clear-headed, sometimes muddle-headed, dispirited, but he was still alive, walking aimlessly, often acting crazily, truly becoming Madman Chu Feng. If his old friends saw him, they wouldn't be able to help but shed tears for him. He used to dare to provoke anyone, the fearless demon king Chu Feng, but now, he had actually gone crazy, reaching such a state of desolation.
When he became clear-headed, he would recklessly run on the great earth. When he was tired, he would directly fall to the ground, motionless, looking up at the sun, moon, and stars, sleepless and silent.
He told himself in his heart to sweep away the gloominess in his heart, to not be dispirited. In the end, he still had to face the bloody reality. Even if he couldn't win in the future, he should still pull himself together. The great world was buried, he was the only one left, if he didn't rise up for revenge, who else would?
He went crazy, ran, sleepless, and laid down on his back, all for the sake of pacifying the endless wounds in his heart. He wanted to use time to heal his wounds, to heal his heart that was riddled with holes.
He told himself to lie low, adjust, and adapt. In the end, he had to stand out, face the vile earth, face that terrifying plateau!
Stumbling, walking and stopping, Chu Feng was slowly healing the wounds in his heart. There was no one he could communicate with, he couldn't see the worldly affairs of the past, only the remnants of wild beasts could occasionally be seen.
The days when Chu Feng went crazy decreased, but he became more and more silent. He walked on this ruined land, walking for close to two years.
Until one day, he discovered traces of humans, saw the villages on the ruins, the rebuilt cities. The humans of this world still hadn't died out in the end.
Apart from this, he also saw other races. Even though the land was ruined, there were still quite a few races that survived, just that there were very few of them.
Chu Feng walked through the habitats of the various races. Many regions of this world were affected, the scarlet land stretching for tens of millions of li, but there were also some regions that retained their original appearance, the damage not too serious.
Until one day, Chu Feng was tired, tired, and stopped in a small city. He didn't have the mood to think about anything else, didn't pay attention to anything, and directly lay down on the side of the road to sleep. He told himself that it was time to jump out, to take a short rest in this world of mortals that he hadn't seen for a long time would finally be able to sweep away the haze and dispiritedness, dispel the darkness in his heart.
What image, honor, and disgrace? He had long since abandoned them along the way. When he wanted to walk, he walked, when he wanted to collapse, he collapsed, not caring about the gazes of passersby.
Now, his clothes were tattered, his gray hair was very messy, and his face lacked color. He looked like a person who had been sick for a long time, lying on the road, unconscious.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Feng was gently touched by someone. He opened his eyes, looking at the scenery and people around him.
The streets of the dilapidated small city were not wide, and people were hurrying about. Two years had passed, and the great calamity of the past still hadn't completely recovered from the fear.
At this time, a child who was no more than four or five years old was at his side. It was this child who gently touched Chu Feng, waking him up.
His little face was dirty, and the clothes on his body were even more tattered than Chu Feng's. Only his eyes were very pure, but now they were very timid, a bit afraid of Chu Feng.
This child's little hand held up half a bun, and he was very careful, as if it was a precious treasure. He was afraid of losing it, so he held it with both hands, somewhat reluctantly handing it over to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng was startled, and only now did he wake up. He still hadn't come back to his senses.
The child cried out, once again indicating for Chu Feng to bring the bun over.
He was a little mute, and he couldn't open his mouth to speak. He could only cry out, using his actions to express himself.
Chu Feng quickly understood what he meant. He looked around, and at the same time, he also understood the child's situation. He was a little beggar, a pitiful little beggar.
Chu Feng sighed. This child was very kind. He was so young, no more than four or five years old, and he was also a mute, but he actually shared the food that Chu Feng had asked for with him.
Soon, the child gestured again, and pointed to an old man lying in the corner of the street in the distance. He had a timid smile on his face, and he was saying something.
Chu Feng's perception was very strong, and he understood what he meant. That was the grandfather of the child, who had been relying on him for survival. He had once told the child that Chu Feng, who was lying on the side of the road, might be sick, hungry, and unconscious.
Suddenly, Chu Feng's expression froze. That old man had already been dead for four hours, and his corpse was a bit cold.
However, this child didn't know at all.
The child cried out twice, and forcefully broke off a piece of bun, and gently placed it in Chu Feng's hand. Then, he turned around and ran to the corner of the street. With a happy smile on his face, he gently shook the old man, and cried out, holding up the bun, wanting to give it to him.
At this moment, Chu Feng's nose became sour. This poor little beggar, a sensible child, still didn't know that his grandfather was already dead.
The child cried out a few times, but his grandfather didn't wake up. He gently covered the old man's body with a thin, tattered quilt, and calmly waited for his grandfather to wake up. From time to time, he lowered his head to look at the bun in his hand, revealing a happy and satisfied smile, but he couldn't bear to eat it himself.
At this moment, Chu Feng's heart was touched. Such a simple child, such a child who had even lost the ability to speak, was heartless, and incomparably satisfied with a pure smile. This made his nose turn sour.
This simple human relationship between the child and the old man seemed to dispel the darkness in Chu Feng's heart. He felt a warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time surging in his heart.
A four or five-year-old child was very ignorant, and there were many things he didn't know or understand. He happily held the bun and guarded the old man, not knowing the truth that his grandfather, whom he relied on for survival, was already dead.
When he saw Chu Feng look over, he would shyly and timidly smile, and cry out twice, as if he was gathering his courage to greet him.
In an instant, hot tears rolled down Chu Feng's cheeks. He thought of his son, Chu An. He didn't protect him well, and didn't accompany him as he grew up. He didn't even stay by his side for a day. What was Chu An like when he was a child? Was he as innocent, pitiful, and cute as this child?
In an instant, Chu Feng's heart ached. His eyes, which had long been dry to the point where they could no longer shed tears, became completely blurry. He tried hard to think of what his son was like when he was a child, what state he was in, how he was when he was learning to walk, how he was learning to speak …
Chu Feng trembled and looked up at the sky. He didn't want to cry anymore, but he couldn't control his emotions.
He hadn't seen Chu An when he was a child, and he could only keep thinking about it. A small figure in his heart gradually became clearer. Compared to the child in front of him, their eyes were so pure.
Without really seeing his own child when he was a child, Chu Feng put the child in his shoes, and the two of them overlapped.
Chu Feng couldn't help but walk over, squat down, and gently hug the child in tattered clothes.
At first, the child was a little scared, and cried out twice. He put on a fawning smile and stood in front of his grandfather. But when he realized that Chu Feng was crying, and that he was only hugging him gently, and not forcefully taking him away, he was relieved.
After a slight hesitation, the child stretched out his dirty little hand and carefully wiped away the hot tears on Chu Feng's face.
"My child!" Chu Feng cried. At this moment, he hugged the child as if he were his own child, and in that moment of emotional resonance, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The child was a little scared, and he cried out timidly, as if trying to comfort Chu Feng. But he couldn't speak, and could only make monotonous sounds.
"Good child, you're so young, and you're already comforting me? From now on, you're my child!" Chu Feng picked up the child. His heart was sour, bitter, pained, and pitiful. This child had deeply touched his heart, and he wanted to raise him well.
Chu Feng buried the old man behind the child's back. In the child's confused eyes, he lied to him over and over again, saying that the old man had gone on a long journey after he woke up, and would only be back after a long time. Then, he would live with the child and wait for the old man to come home.
It wasn't a complete lie. Chu Feng settled down in this small town and had a home. It was a small courtyard that belonged to him and the child. For the time being, he didn't have any high or distant plans. He just wanted to accompany the child, who couldn't speak, and raise him.
In his heart, there were too many regrets, and he missed a lot of obligations. He didn't accompany his son as he grew up, and he didn't protect him. Chu Feng had an incomparable desire, and he dreamed of returning to Chu An's childhood to make up for all the regrets.
Now, he saw the child as his own child.
After the initial uneasiness, fear, tears, and longing for the old man, Xiao Tong gradually got used to it. As the days passed, he was no longer timid. He had good food to eat, and there were people who were kind enough to protect him and accompany him. He once again smiled foolishly.
After a period of time, Chu Feng felt that the cold areas in his heart, the dark corners, were completely filled with warmth.
He didn't treat the child as a substitute, but rather, he really liked the child, and completely saw him as his own.
After washing the child's face and changing into new clothes, Chu Feng's heart trembled. The child's eyes and brows were really similar to his.
Was this a compensation and gift from the heavens?
No!
After experiencing so much, even the so-called heavens had turned into a land of death. How could Chu Feng believe that the so-called heavens and fate were just things that the strange ancestors casually tore apart?
Chu Feng used his extraordinary methods to help the child recuperate. He was no longer a little mute, and he slowly recovered, and could speak.
One year, two years … Many years passed, and Chu Feng grew up with the child. He wanted to see the child marry and have children, and live a peaceful and perfect life.
As the child gradually grew up, Chu Feng's heart also became more and more radiant. The haze was swept away, and the once lively him gradually came back!
"All the evolvers of the world, the heroes of the past, have almost all been buried, and only I am left. How can I allow myself to be dispirited? In this broken ruin, even if I am the only one left, I will eventually stand out! "
After living an ordinary life in the small city for more than ten years, Chu Feng's heart became more and more tranquil, and his eyes became more and more spirited. His state of mind had completed a transformation!
"Rise from the ashes!" As time passed, the child of the past had now reached the age to marry and have children, and Chu Feng's own faith became more and more resolute. A broken heart, a broken world, could not trap him. One day, he would kill his way into that plateau!
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