Arknights is too real, right?

The dream is that fragmented and lingering dream again.

Walking in the middle of an extremely long road, Xia Feng didn't know where he was going. There was no one, no sound, and no scenery along the way. He just kept walking.

It's like, this road is the only way in his life.

In a trance, no one appeared, only an ethereal voice came.

"Where are you going?"

Xia Feng replied subconsciously.

"I have no idea."

"If you don't know, then why keep walking."

"Because people always have to move forward, and only by moving forward can we see the future."

"Then how do you make sure you're moving forward?"

Hearing these words, Xia Feng stopped abruptly.

There is no end in sight for the road in front of him, or in other words, on the road that will never change, he cannot be sure whether he is moving forward at all.

At this moment, a strong feeling of weightlessness came.

His feet left the ground, and his whole body floated out lightly.

The angle of view continues to increase, and the things seen become wider and wider.

His pupils gradually shrank, and he finally fully saw the path he had been taking.

This road turned out to be a circular closed loop.

That ethereal voice sounded again.

"If you cannot escape from the established trajectory, the real future will never come, because the future is the past, and the past is eternity."

This sentence has been echoing in Xia Feng's mind for a long time.

Suddenly, the road in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by darkness.

On the land of Xichuan, the sun still rises.

The morning sun appeared in the eastern sky, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on Xia Feng's face.

Feeling the light stimulation, his body's senses gradually recovered, and he opened his eyes.

The land as far as the eye could see seemed to have been swept by the shock wave of a nuclear bomb. All the grass and trees disappeared, and a huge crack with no end in sight stretched across the earth, which was shocking.

Sitting up from the ground, Xia Feng's palm touched a hard object. Lowering his head, he saw the Red Demon Sword falling beside him.

Soon, his consciousness became clear, and he recalled everything that happened before he fell into coma.

This was the natural disaster area where he and Ying Wulan had their final battle, but at this moment the natural disaster had completely disappeared. Except for the broken earth, the natural disaster did not leave a trace.

This is very unusual.

Based on past experience, the area after a natural disaster will become a severely dangerous area filled with Originium substances, and clusters of Originium substances that continue to breed will grow in every corner for several months.

But now, the natural disaster has disappeared, and with it all traces related to the natural disaster. There is not even a trace of Origin Stone fluctuations left in the air.

Obviously, the final burst of black power absorbed all the energy of the entire natural disaster, and the appetite was so great that not even a drop of soup was left.

As the successor of the black and white twins, Xia Feng can clearly feel the changes in power.

Because the seal of the Styx was broken, the frozen operating cycle began to continue to flow. At this moment, he had broken through the 31st day of the black power and reached the 32nd day.

The black power on the 32nd day did not continue to eat away at his body after absorbing all the Origin Stones, but faded away on its own. This was all due to the return of the white power.

However, the white power can make the black power fade, but it cannot reset the operating cycle because this power is too powerful.

Just like a pawn in chess, its operating cycle is only forward and not backward. Once it goes up, it cannot come down.

The next time he draws out the black power, he will start counting from the 32nd day.

Two words.

very horrible.

The morning sun rose, and the bright sunlight shone on Xia Feng's face, making him feel the long-lost warmth.

He picked up the Red Demon Sword on the ground and stood up.

After careful inspection, there were no scars left on the body. Except for the tattered clothes, all the injuries suffered during the battle had been healed by the white power.

The only regret is that his lost right eye has not recovered.

If you think about it, what he had already lost when the White Power returned might have been excluded from the "warranty period."

But it doesn’t matter.

For such a long time, he has become accustomed to seeing things with one eye. Wearing a handsome eye patch does not affect his handsome appearance, but adds a sense of mystery.

Of course, this is his self-perception. I don’t know if others find it mysterious.

"Windmill!"

Turtle's urgent voice came from afar.

Xia Feng turned around and saw a small figure staggering into the area swept by the natural disaster in the direction of Nishinomiya's mansion.

Seeing Xia Feng standing there intact, Guigui's expression immediately changed from infinite worry to joy.

"Big Windmill, you're okay!"

Xia Feng thrust the Red Demon Sword back behind his back and raised his scissor hands towards Turtle with a smile.

"Huo Yu Xia Feng will not die, brother wins!"

After running closer, Guigui hugged Xia Feng's waist.

"The windmill is so powerful, great!"

He fulfilled his agreement with Qiancai. When the sun rises, the land of Xichuan will never be trampled by foreign enemies again.

Back at the Nishimiya family's mansion, everyone looked at him like a monster.

Xi Gong Ling looked like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and stuck his head out like a turtle prime minister.

"Well, Your Excellency Xia Feng, what did you do last night?"

Xia Feng sat on the chair in the main hall, picked up a cup of tea from an unknown person, drank it all, and then wiped his mouth.

"Oh, I had a fight with that sword god last night. It was a lot of fun."

Everyone in the room held their breath, and Nisigong Ling continued to ask.

"What about the result? Who won?"

Xia Feng frowned and replied angrily.

"Master Ling, aren't you talking nonsense? Who else will win? What do you think, am I a ghost?"

Nishinomiya Ling waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask, what happened to Ying Wulan in the end?"

"died."

"Dead?"

"kindness."

"How did you die?"

Xia Feng put down the tea cup and spoke in an understatement.

"He was chopped to death by my sword."

Although this sentence was said very easily, there was a complicated melancholy in Xia Feng's eyes.

In the final analysis, he and Sakura Wulan had no deep hatred at all. It could be said that there was no grievance or enmity. This duel was different from all the battles he had experienced in the past. There was no hatred in the process, only sincere fighting spirit.

Recalling the last look in Ying Wulan's eyes, to be honest, his heart was shaken.

But at that moment, everything could no longer stop, Ying Wulan's death was destined. In this case, he could only send off this fateful enemy with the highest respect.

It seems that no one in this world can understand Sakurabu Lan's choice, not even his grandfather Sakurawu Juyorozu.

However, he seemed to understand a little bit.

In his opinion, Sakura Wulan is like a stubborn chuunibyou patient.

Without any palace or any plan, Sakura Wulan just immersed herself in her own world and walked through life in the way she thought was right.

Looking back, if he hadn't slashed Londinium City open with one sword, his and Sakura Uran's fates would never have intersected.

If he had not stayed in the East Kingdom after assassinating Frey, Xia Feng would not have been involved in this dispute.

If nothing happened, maybe a few years later, somewhere in this world, he could have a drink with Sakura Wu Lan, whom he hated to meet so late, like friends.

Now, the dust has settled and it's all over.

But Xia Feng couldn't help but think about it.

If time could go back again, would the story of Dongguo have a different ending?