Praise of the Law

The sun is setting, the clouds are dyed red, under the unstoppable sea of ​​red clouds, the remaining white of the stars is slowly melting, and the boundless gray and brown will eventually become the main evening scene.

Among the dead branches and leaves, there are layers upon layers of pavilions and pavilions that stretch endlessly. Such a place that should be prosperous is full of silence and depression...

The top floor of many attics is a huge square surrounded by many palaces, at this time!Many people gathered in the square are performing some kind of sacred ceremony.

"Everything has its spirituality! Meditate on eternity, all the spirits are always watching us, thank all the spirits, all the spirits protect us!"

"Blessings of all spirits!!!"

At the top, a middle-aged man finished reading a few pious and intoxicated words, and everyone repeated the last sentence in unison with the same piousness.

The man looked at the back of the crowd: "Respectfully, Your Highness the Holy Maiden!"

The crowd made way for a wide road in the middle like a tide, and the center of the road was a carpet of white flowers.

At the end is a beautiful and beautiful girl, with black hair hanging down without any decoration, but with a faint red in her eyes, she is wearing a complicated and gorgeous palace dress, with a delicate long sword pinned to her waist, and her bare feet The firefly snow is red.

The crowd shouted in unison: "Respectfully, Your Majesty the Holy Maiden!!!"

The girl lightly held the long sword in her left hand, tapped the petals with her toes all the way, and quickly reached the white high platform in front, all the white flowers touched by the girl's toes on the way were dyed with a touch of bright red, the closer to the high platform, the brighter the red.

It turned out that the pure white flowers had thorns. In the quiet field, the girl on the stage performed a sword dance while singing. Every time the girl landed, she would leave a red footprint on the white high platform, and the red footprint finally formed a flower. It looks like a white flower.

The sword dance ended, and the man's voice appeared again: "Sacrifice to the spirits!"

In the other direction, the crowd parted again like a tide, and a girl who was similar to the girl on the stage, also wearing a complicated palace dress, appeared, also without any accessories.

The difference is that the girl did not have a long sword, and she was followed by two young men in white clothes. The expressionless girl led the two young men to the high platform, and finally stopped in the middle of the flowers made of red footprints. Down!

"The time has come, please Your Highness the Holy Maiden to offer sacrifices to the spirits!"

"His Royal Highness, please offer sacrifices to the spirits!!!"

The girl dancing with the sword lowered her head, and slowly pulled out the long sword that had been reinserted into the scabbard. The movement of drawing the sword was unusually slow, but no matter how slow it was, the long sword was limited after all, and finally left the scabbard completely.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the girl's body trembled imperceptibly, but her head was lowered a little again, her eyes gradually turned red, and the hand holding the sword was frozen in the air, as if she didn't know what to do next!

The girl standing opposite the sword-wielding girl glanced at the audience, and all the neat people under the high platform looked up at the high platform as if they were on a pilgrimage. The two young men who had followed up earlier stood on the two corners of the high platform, one left and one right.

In the end, his pupils focused on the girl holding the sword in front of him, with nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes...

"Sister! Look at me again!"

The tone that should have been clear was very low, like the whisper of fate, the girl holding the sword was startled by the sound, and threw her left hand down as if reflexively, and the scabbard in her hand was inserted vertically into the high platform, halfway into it.

Suddenly raising her head, the girl subconsciously moved the long sword she was holding back, as if trying to block the long sword with her body. When her gaze met the girl's eyes in front of her, her red eyes quickly blurred, and tears burst out of the embankment.

The girl who was looking at him had moist corners of her eyes, but she had a cheerful smile on her face. She tilted her head slightly, and only the figure of the girl holding the sword was left in her eyes.

"Sister...! Be an outstanding saint!"

The girl holding the sword bit her lower lip and subconsciously shook her head. Tears blurred everything, and she felt her mind was blank, but the current situation did not give the girl time to fill this blank again.

"His Royal Highness, please offer sacrifices to the spirits!"

"His Royal Highness, please offer sacrifices to the spirits!!!"

The girl raised the sword mechanically, just like three or six years ago, but this time, the girl felt that the same sword in her hand was different from the previous two times. front stab...

The crowd fell silent, but countless pairs of fiery eyes were fixed on the stage.

The invisible darkness is eroding the world!But the world can only accept the engulfment of darkness. The girl who is the sacrifice smiles. That smile is the last gleam of the world, but it is so faint...

Under the countless fiery gazes, the sword-wielding girl felt the boundless icy coldness, and the surging red clouds seemed to be the girl's heartbeat. !

Under the increasingly blurred vision is the sharp blade, the holy artifact that has devoured the lives of countless virgins, and has also completed two sacrifices in his own hands...

'But is this really right?Spirits!Please tell me, why is this happening? '

With the passage of time, the girl's world finally disappeared in the darkness, the sword was unbound, the lightning pierced forward, and scenes flashed in an instant...

"Sister, don't you think there is nothing wrong with sacrificing your life to the spirits?"

"We live under the protection of the spirits, this is the due response!"

"Sister! No one has ever been enlightened by the spirits, but some are just a group of people who are constantly trying to use one life to build a belief for their own cowardice..."

"Sister! The spirits..."

"The spirits don't exist at all! Wake up! You..."

"Fu Yajing!!!"

"Sister! Let's not talk about this, okay?"

"elder sister……"

……

"Sister, can my sister take you out of here? Let's go to Jinlin City. Didn't you say that you want to meet the Queen of Dawn!"

"Sister...! I'm the one who was chosen as the sacrifice this time, right?"

"No! I just... want to see the outside world too!"

"Don't lie to me, my father and mother have already told me! Does my sister think that offering sacrifices is wrong?"

"Anyone is fine, but why is it you? Can you leave with my sister? If you disappear, you will be replaced by someone else..."

"Sister! Will you come back?"

"I am a saint, the key to the ceremony!"

"I am a sacrifice and an indispensable key!"

"Without you, there are others..."

"Without you, there are others!"

"This is different! Sister..."

"Is my sister's desire to become an outstanding saintess above all else?"

"younger sister……"

"Sister is hesitating! Thank you, sister, for placing my importance so high."

"Sister, I..."

"Fu Ya'an, you must become the most outstanding saint! Lead everyone to live a good life."

……

Ding……!

The long sword fell to the ground and interrupted the girl's memories. It seemed that all the strength of the girl was exhausted when the sword stabbed out. Then she subconsciously let go of the long sword, and then knelt down powerlessly on the ground, only endless darkness remained in her godless eyes.

"elder sister!"

The girl immersed in the darkness heard a call, and immediately rushed to the sound with infinite strength, hugging it like a treasure.

Slowly recovering her sight, what caught her eyes was another girl's long hair. She took a deep breath, and it was a familiar smell. At this moment, Fu Ya'an only had her sister in her heart, the lost and found sister.

Other spirits, saintess... are not important anymore, my sister is my own world, the world is rekindled, and the faith that has faded away in my heart has completely collapsed.

What everyone in the audience saw was that Her Royal Highness and the sacrifice, who is also the sister of Her Highness the Holy Maiden, looked at each other. Unlike usual, this time the sacrifice was smiling happily!

As expected of the younger sister of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden!Being able to clearly be chosen as a sacrifice is the call of all spirits, and I am happy for such a great honor!

But Her Majesty's state is a bit wrong!First of all, I looked around, and tears flowed from my eyes. During the previous two sacrificial ceremonies, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden was very solemn. Why did she lose her composure this time!Could it be that he was overjoyed that his sister could be recruited by the spirits? !

Amid everyone's doubts, Her Royal Highness turned her lower body slightly and slowly raised the holy sword. It was a standard ritual action, but Her Royal Highness's sword clearly did not point at the sacrifice!

Um……!Her Royal Highness must be overjoyed!

However, the sword held in the air did not follow up for a long time, and Her Highness the Saintess's eyes were blank, as if she was communicating with the spirits.

After a long time, Her Royal Highness, who was like a sculpture, suddenly shouted and stabbed forward forcefully, and then let go of the holy sword. The holy sword fell to the ground, and the holy lady knelt on the ground powerlessly.

Everyone wondered why Her Majesty the Holy Maiden did this, but after waiting for a while, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden suddenly threw herself into the sacrifice's arms and hugged the sacrifice.

Finally, everyone discovered the abnormality of Her Royal Highness, it seems... Her Royal Highness gave up the sacrificial ceremony?

"Sister! Sister is wrong! Really wrong..."

Fu Yajing, who let Fu Ya'an hug her, heard the words, the corners of her mouth were crazily raised because she was hesitant to raise her sword before, and the corners of her mouth were crazily raised. Just a happy smile!

"What about my sister's mission?"

"I am a saint! I have the final say!"

"His Royal Highness! What's going on?" one of them asked.

Before Fu Ya'an could react, various inquiries came one after another. Fu Ya'an, who had already made a choice, faced such a situation without any pressure. The habit of being in a high position for a long time made her exert pressure on herself without her own heart. After the heavy pressure, many people's questions are nothing but pale things.

"All spirit masters! I... the 132nd generation saint, Fu Ya'an! Decided to abolish the triennial sacrificial ceremony!" Fu Ya'an stretched out her hand to recall the holy sword on the ground, and the aura belonging to the legendary high rank dissipated in vain. The hair and hair drifted away under the energy aura, adding a sense of arrogance out of thin air...

Before presiding over the ceremony, the middle-aged man who had been standing on the other side of the high platform slowly stepped onto the high platform, with the same legendary high-ranking aura and Fu Ya'an, his eyes were cold.

"Your Highness, please continue the ceremony!"

"I said, abolish the sacrificial ceremony!"

"you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

The man turned his eyes away and turned to the audience: "Masters, the saintess is dereliction of duty. In the name of the spirit envoy, I announce that the identity of the saintess Fu Ya'an will be dismissed!"