Mysterious journey

The cold wind howled, and the entire White Palace Island was empty and silent, except for the eternal flow of meteorites around it.

The dark golden void crystal has become part of the scenery of the entire island.

"It seems that I miscalculated again in this battle." The White King's voice came from outside the crystal.

Garen dimly looked through the crystal and saw the other party flashing outside instantly, sitting cross-legged and sitting on the ground without any image.

He himself could no longer speak decades ago, and even his time for activities was restricted. The nature of confinement seemed to have begun to affect his ability to travel through dreams. Most of the time, he was inside the crystal, quietly trying to understand the deeper nature of the imprisonment. But this realization is getting slower and smaller. As a child, he often thought that he had made no progress.

During these times, the King of White would sometimes come to chat with him when he was bored alone. At first he could barely reply with a few words, but now as the power of confinement became stronger and stronger, he couldn't even talk through it. out.

But even if there is no sound, the White King will still come and chat, talking to himself. He seems to just want someone to talk to, and does not care whether the other party will answer.

"The Red King has finally awakened." The White King said lightly, "I heard that he has entered the eighth level, which is fast. Although it deviates from the general trend a lot, it is still very fast at this speed."

"And your sister, who is now at level nine, can even escape from the Holy Lord head-on. It's really amazing that she can grow to this point in just a few hundred years with so few resources and conditions." The White King's voice said. There seemed to be a hint of emptiness, a hint of confusion.

"Isn't this the script you decided on from the beginning?" Garen wanted to reply, but unfortunately, his voice could not penetrate the crystal at all.

"I know, what you want to say is, isn't this the script I arranged myself?" The White King looked indifferently at the meteorites rotating in the sky in the distance. "Yes. Didn't I pursue unity and peace from the beginning? The Red King can bring more lasting peace to this era, quell all wars, and allow the two races to coexist peacefully and integrate together."

He was silent for a moment, took out something to eat, put a piece into his mouth, and chewed it gently.

"I can't treat everyone equally."

"So you're waiting for the Red King to grow up and be truly qualified to take over everything?" Garen asked even though he knew his voice couldn't get through.

The King of White indeed didn't hear the sound. He didn't speak any more. He just tore off small pieces of food and put them into his mouth piece by piece with a blank look in his eyes.

In fact, both of them tacitly understood that every time Garen traveled out, the power of confinement was stimulated, and he strengthened the confinement in this aspect of the dream, which also made it more difficult for him to travel out every time. difficult.

Maybe if I go out a few times, I'll never come back.

"Is this considered self-inflicted?" Garen was helpless. The strongest restriction was stronger than he expected. It not only blocked the White King, but now he might even be completely blocked. There is a possibility of being sealed in there forever.

He believed that the White King had also expected this, so he regarded him as a person to whom he could confide, and would often talk to him about his distress without any cover-up.

"Perhaps, we can go out twice more." Garen calculated carefully and came to this precise conclusion. If he goes out twice more, the time interval cannot exceed one month. Otherwise, as the power of confinement continues to grow and strengthen, he may not be able to come back. When the time comes, the will will be separated from the body, and it will be no different from falling. Maybe there is a little difference. After falling, the will can only remain in places and objects, and cannot move on its own. He might still be able to move freely

This is how the king-level falls. After death, there is still a highly condensed will, which can survive for a long, long time. Similar to Gu Yinduo, there is still a soul seed after death.

The Queen of Gods is like this, and so is Chi Yue. It's just that one is attached to the palace, and the other is attached to the core parts of his mecha.

"When we go out for the last time, we have to find the key way to escape." Garen doesn't want to be trapped in the void crystal forever. Living like this without time and space will drive him crazy sooner or later.

He had a premonition that maybe the opportunity to leave this world was coming.

"It seems that you have brought it upon yourself." The White King looked at Garen in the well and said. "In order to stop me, he sealed himself inside the crystal and couldn't get out."

He took out a pot of wine and started drinking it, putting the spout directly to his mouth.

"It's ridiculous. Who knew that humanity's tenth-level Crystal King, the King of Lies, is already a crystal statue that is about to fall?"

Garen could tell that he was very upset. Perhaps now, it was somewhat inconsistent with his original planned trajectory. Perhaps there is a conflict between ideals and reality. It can be seen that the White King does not seem to want to die.

He became resistant to the plan he had made back then.

"Forget it, you are almost dead, why am I talking to you so much?" The White King stood up, threw away the wine bottle, turned around and left slowly.

Garen watched his back slowly disappearing on the steps, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

"If you go out for the last time, you have to consider your retreat." He made the final decision in his mind.

Xilin and Shi Nandi were two knots that he had to deal with.

Did Xilin really lie to him, or did someone kill her and pretend to be? Or maybe there was no such person as Xilin from the beginning? From the beginning, she was a pawn in the White King's plan to ambush, in order to grasp the movements of the Red Moon King?

Until now, all this has not been clarified. The last time Garen went out, he found some clues. This time, he may be able to completely figure it out.

"It's time to end everything." Garen slowly gathered his will in the crystal.

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Five days later.

A certain star field of the human race - the central black star.

In a highland town on the edge of a snow-capped mountain, a tall man in a black cloak walked up the narrow town street. He wore a black mask on his face, only revealing a pair of dark blue eyes. His whole body and arms were tucked into the cloak.

Several children in the town were running around, looking curiously at this strange outsider from time to time.

This small town is located in a remote place and is the most barren place in Black Bottom Star. On weekdays, there may not be a single outsider visiting for ten days and a half. And every time an outsider comes in, these children will act as the first witnesses.

In front of the houses on both sides, an aunt came out with an iron basin to pour water. She glanced at the man and was about to turn around and go back to the house.

"Auntie, may I ask?" The man's voice came from under his cloak. "Is there a female pilot named Xilin living here? She has short green hair, is tall, and has a pretty face. She moved here more than thirty years ago."

Auntie stood still.

"Xilin? More than thirty years ago, you mean Sister Xilin?"

"Sister?"

The cloaked man was slightly stunned.

"Yes, she is older than us. If you don't call her eldest sister, what would you call her?" the aunt said matter-of-factly, "But what are you looking for her for?"

"I am her friend. I have been coming here to see her for many years. I just happened to stop by to inspect the exploration." The man answered, but judging from his voice, this man should be very young.

The aunt suddenly became a little suspicious, but considering that many pilots have the ability to delay aging, she still pointed out Xilin's home address with some hesitation.

"Her house goes straight along this road, and it's the third green building. But..."

"But what?"

The aunt looked towards the street, leaned closer and whispered.

"However, Sister Xilin has been dead for almost ten years."

The man obviously couldn't listen to what was said next, and he was stunned. Gently pull off the mask, revealing a fierce and cold face.

"died?"

A V-shaped white spot between the man's eyebrows slowly lit up, showing that his mood fluctuated greatly at this moment. The white light also turns on and off depending on the mood, elusive.

Uh-huh!

Amid the exclamations of the aunt and several children, the man instantly disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

The distance of hundreds of meters flew by.

When Garen reappeared, he was already standing in front of a small green building in the town.

The small building was a bit dilapidated. The iron door at the door was open on one side, and a green-haired girl carrying a schoolbag was closing the iron door with her back to him.

The girl is wearing a black student skirt, black long socks, and small leather boots. She has a slender figure, almost exactly like Xilin back then.

With a click, the iron lock was locked. The girl turned around and saw the silent man in black cloak behind her. She was obviously startled. She shrank back slightly and put her hands in a familiar posture.

Garen looked at the girl in front of him who was almost exactly the same as Xilin back then, and the posture of the Twelve Flying Dragon Fist she put on. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene when he was still teaching her in the Black Pan Domain.

"Who are you?" the girl asked cautiously. "What are you doing at my house?"

Garen smiled, and his originally fierce-looking face suddenly looked even more ferocious now that he was smiling. You must know that at the beginning, he was a character who could scare children to tears when he smiled. Now his strength and aura have greatly increased, making him feel even more terrifying. The girl's whole body immediately tensed up.

"Me? I'm here to find Xilin. Who are you to her?"

The girl took a step back slightly to maintain the best possible hands-on distance.

"I am her daughter. My mother has been dead for ten years."

Jia Long didn't know what to say. Until now, there is still no conclusion about Xilin, but what is certain is that she cannot be a clone of Shi Nandi, but a real living person, and a daughter?

"Who is your father?" Garen stopped smiling.

"Father?" the girl frowned, "Why should I tell you? Who are you?!"

The atmosphere was a bit tense.

Garen suddenly stretched out his right hand, his palm covered with an inexplicable transparent film, and gently grabbed the girl in front of him.