[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

The Unsullied Land , and the Last Garden

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"I could have endured the darkness,"

"If I had never seen the sun."

"Yet the sun has made my barrenness,"

"Turned into a renewed barrenness."

The year-round cold wind of Longji Snow Mountain roars outside the cave.The crystal clear rime is mixed with the cold and brittle snowflakes, and a layer of tulle-like mist floats around the mountains.The bonfire was burning, and the wood made a slight cracking sound in the scorching flames.

Occasionally, the wind that flows into the camp rolled up the messy pages, revealing lines of poetry without beginning or end.The snowflakes mixed in the cold wind melted, leaving a shallow layer of water stains on those beautiful cursive letters.It soared high with the wind like a bird fluttering its wings, passing clusters of blooming flowers.

You moved your fingertips slightly, staring blankly at the young platinum hair that tightly embraced you.It is so beautiful, cold, and proud, like an exquisite handicraft—for some reason, you stretched out your hand like a ghost, hooked his hair with your fingertips, and gently wrapped it around your fingers.

You buried your head in his warm neck, breathing gently against his strong pulse.The sounds of breathing, wind, heartbeat, and pulse are intertwined, and you feel a little dizzy from the original clear vision.In the swaying gaze, you moved your lips almost unconsciously.

chalk.

chalk.

The lips are slightly pursed, the upper and lower lips are close together, and there is a crackling sound when they bulge; the corners of the mouth extend to the sides, and the tip of the tongue touches the teeth——

"White - chalk."

Saying his name, there will be a bitter cold breath mixed with cedar breath between the lips and teeth.

"White - chalk."

"……Um?"

The young man's voice is like a frozen lake, and his deep blue eyes are looking at you quietly.For some reason, you suddenly feel—

——This powerful, cold, and proud alchemist in front of you is really relying on you at this moment.

"Is this a dream?"

You leaned helplessly on his body, a feeling of sourness suddenly surged in your heart.you want to cry.You want to cry loudly, you want to lean on his shoulder and tell him how long you have been waiting, how long you have been walking alone.You want to tell him what you have seen, what you have gained, and what you have lost; you want to say a lot, you want to tell him how you met others, and you also want to tell him how you parted from others.

You still want to ask him.You want to ask many, many things.Where have you been?Why have we never met again?Even though I said "goodbye", why can't I see you again?Why are even the traces starting to disappear?Why……

——Why do I even start to forget you?

But you don't.

Abedo carefully and gently hugged you and sat down against the stone wall, as if holding some fragile glass product.And you just leaned against him without saying a word, raised your head, and stared blankly at the golden rhombus at the young man's throat that shone with thin, shattered light.

"—This imprint...maybe it's the starting point of everything, it's my 'flaw' as a human being."

"The skill related to the production of various glassware is called 'blowing'."

"And this kind of gap is just a trace of artificial production."

Your vision keeps shaking, and the world becomes blurred again.You seem to be constantly falling in a very dark place, like the universe and the deep sea.Countless noisy voices are ringing in your ears, which are the whispers of the deep sea, the noise of the universe, chaos, coldness, alchemy, calculation,...

"--newborn."

You suddenly feel your heart being gripped tightly by fear.In the dark swamp, countless hands seem to stretch out to pull you down.In the chaos of your consciousness, there is a star shining from the distant sea—or the farther end of the universe.

Its light is not grand, nor can it be regarded as warm; on the contrary, this star glows with a faint cold light, like the glow refracted by metal instruments under the light, silent and calm; but such a cold star The stars are like a lighthouse in the dark, so you can't help but want to get closer.

Subconsciously, you reached out your hand, wanting to pick off the star.

"Take off"——

——“I want to hug that star.”

A hand with sharp knuckles gently holds yours, the cool fingertips and the continuous heat from the palm give you a strange feeling.You broke free from the illusion of darkness, and your whole body seemed to be washed with sweat.You opened your eyes wide, gasped violently, and clasped back the slender white hand forcefully.

You stare at that star with all your might, blurring and clearing your vision.Numerous memories of the past are flooding in front of your eyes like movies, and you even glimpsed many never-before-seen pictures from the deep sea——

The icy blue eyes, like the frozen ice of the extreme sea, are constantly trembling, and the platinum messy hair is connected with the pale sunlight outside the cave; the paper full of formulas is floating in the air, and the door without any carvings is silent In the vast endless snowfield, someone silently left a line of silent footprints, and put a flower that was about to wither on the snow;

The sun rises and sets, and the petals stretch and curl; the long black hair like algae floats in the solution, and in the distorted scene outside the bottle, countless metal instruments flash with cold light; the loud and angry shouts, the cold Sunlight and moonlight alternate in the sky.

In the cold solution, pale fingers pressed against the wall of the bottle; the eyes of the young man outside the bottle were as blue as cornflower petals, and his white face had a sad and determined expression.After staring at each other silently, he slowly stretched out his right hand, which also stuck to the bottle wall.

You interlock your fingers through the cold culture tank.

You wake up with a start, gasping for breath and twitching weakly like a dehydrated fish.You feel weird physically, as if something is pulling hard on your soul and pulling you out.You turned sideways in pain, curled up in the young man's arms, trying to absorb some warmth.

The expression of the young man in front of him is no longer calm and self-sufficient.He held your weak wrist tightly with both hands, and looked at you almost pleadingly.You couldn't understand why he showed such a look, and your remaining energy couldn't even support you to continue thinking.

But you still struggled to raise your hand, and rubbed your fingertips against the face of the young man in front of you with some relief.He is so cold, like the frozen ice on the seaside near the snow mountain.You saw his blue eyes widen slightly as your fingertips slid across.

what happened to you?

Are you ok?

Why……

——"Why, do you have such an expression that looks like you're going to cry in a second?"

"don't want……"

The youth's pupils narrowed slightly.The chandelier on the ceiling exudes a soft light. From a certain angle, his eyes are as blue as cornflower petals; pool of water.

He suddenly made a pleading sound that was almost choked:

"...Don't leave me again."

"Please, whoever it is..."

"Don't make me..."

"Don't make me lose my sun again."

The world is a mysterious, huge, silent treasure house, and alchemy is the key to open this treasure house.

The process of exploring the essence is fascinating.Alchemists study gold, petrified ancient trees, and an eight-fold sun—they live for pure academic knowledge, and would rather devote their energies to it.

And the fusion of supreme alchemy and supreme knowledge...the ultimate is the creation of "human".

"The universe—is the black essence of the real starry sky;"

"The stratum is the memory accumulated by time and life."

"Chalk—you,"

"Black soil—the etymology of alchemy and the foundation of life."

"This--"

"——It's birth."

Long ago, the one who gave him "birth" showed him her skills.A huge life broke out of the egg, and the fragments of the cultivation tank were scattered all over the place.

The legendary kingdom hidden deep in the ground, people use wisdom and unyielding to show its glory.In this godless and dreamless country, people are gradually envious of the existence of "life".They didn't choose to fear or complain. On the contrary, they dug out the embers of life from the depths of darkness.

And this is the beginning of a new life.

This is -

——The art of breeding life, "The Art of Black Soil".

Is creation an act of arrogance?

As one of the beings who set foot on the earth, how arrogant are we who yearn to control our destiny, create our destiny, and get rid of our destiny?

The year-round cold wind of Longji Snow Mountain engulfed crystal clear snowflakes, and he wandered alone in the snow mountain.The unbearable coldness for ordinary people has no effect on him; on the contrary, this mountain range soaked in the blood of brothers makes him feel the warmth of kinship.

With a trace of morbid madness, he gently dug the soil on the ground, but what came out was gurgling blood.

Master...

...In the beginning, when you created us, what kind of beliefs did you hold?

Am I being selfish?

Am I crazy?

I'm……

... am I correct?

You taught me the "Black Soil Art" and gave me the right to judge the life and death of creations.

You set the outline of my life for me, and built a complete and rigorous program and logic; but you left me the final subject.

Is this what you want to see?

He doesn't know, and no one will answer his questions.In the vast and empty valley, only the cold north wind howled.

He didn't get an answer—or rather, he didn't need one.Anyone who heard it would refute his thoughts, but the emerald green wind in the wind from the ground could hear the wishes of the whole Mond, and only fell into a long silence after hearing his choice.

The gods didn't stop him, but they couldn't say a word either.This is not the truth that anyone is hiding, nor is it the goal that anyone wants to achieve.Therefore, this is not a flag of rebellion against anyone, but a desperate struggle for a small life in the face of eternity, for its own choice.

"—Let's go find it."

"Show me the truth of the world, and the meaning of the world—"

"If one day, you also find your own answer,"

"Then..."

"The 'next task' is up to you to draw up."

He closed the workshop and stopped all research.

——No, to be precise, he put everything into this new project.Asked for a long vacation to the Zephyr Knights.Except for essential supply-buying activities, regular teaching responsibilities, and intractable crises, he never left his home.

He began to try his best to describe the appearance of the girl in his memory.The way she laughs, the way she can't help crying; the way she purses her lips, the way she frowns because of difficulties; the way she wakes up, the way she accidentally falls asleep; proud look...

It's not difficult for him.

The capacity of the brain is limited, and people will always forget.

But... if drawn on paper, then the drawings become an extension of memory.

When you see these pictures again in the future, you will definitely be able to recall the feeling at that time.

Clusters of flowers filled the studio.

Since he met his flowers for the first time in the garden of Argenteuil, every flower has been her appearance since then; every stretch or curl that is difficult for others to notice is his secret and never told. speech.

"——the cuff of the neck," she pointed at the golden rhombus on his neck, and he just slightly raised his head obediently, "it's the flaw of your being a 'human'."

"Hands that are cold," she held his hand as if admiring a piece of handicraft, "no matter how much blood is soaked in it, it will not be 'Red Cheng'."

"And..." Her expression showed excitement and longing for the unknown, staring at his empty chest, "That's the last step, and it's also—"

"The Metamorphosis of 'Gold'."

"...Abedo?"

The person in his arms coughed, and opened those crystal clear, moist obsidian-like eyes.She put her hand on his chest, and seemed a little surprised by his rapid heartbeat.

Then, she showed a big, bright smile that he was familiar with.

"Abedo, your heart beats so fast."

470th sixth time.

"……Um."

He let out a muffled sound from his nasal cavity, and embraced his flower cherishingly.

This is the 470th attempt.

Not once in the five times he failed 470 did he hesitate to continue.

"...Don't leave me again."

Your pupils dilated slightly, and your throat was full of soreness.You have too many questions, but you just followed your heart at this moment.

"……Um."

"I could have endured the darkness,

"If I had never seen the sun."

"Yet the sun has made my barrenness,"

"Turned into a renewed barrenness."

After crossing the barrenness, he finally embraced his flower again.

his sun.

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-1611:06:50~2022-03-1621:31:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Dianthus flower girl;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of tea baa baa; 20 bottles of Dianthus flower girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?