I can't tell what the sound is, but hearing it seems to penetrate the body and rush into the soul, making one's body shiver in this cold snowy night.

The desolate north wind whimpered through the sky and the earth, and bursts of white snow fluttered in the wind, dividing the sky into pieces and spreading over the earth layer by layer. Looking from a distance, it looked like it was covered in silver, and the land was desolate.

This is not late at night, just dusk, but the darkness of the sky is the same as the night, giving people a heavy feeling, as if it is pressing on the heart and making it hard to breathe. On the silver ground, you can see a huge outline. It is a majestic city, as if a giant beast is approaching.

In the center of the city, there is a tall, tower-like altar, in the shape of seven corners, completely dark, reaching straight into the cloud peaks, standing majestic and motionless in the violent storm and snow. The whining wind blowing over the altar is mixed with such rattling sounds, and spreads into the distance, with a primitive roughness and a unique charm.

A hoarse murmur floated out from the altar in the wind and snow, seeming to merge with the wind, making it somewhat unclear.

"If there is hope, where is the hope? If there is no hope, why do you let me see it!!" The voice sounded like madness, almost hysterical, roaring for nine days.

Below the altar, there are countless figures wearing raincoats, standing there silently. Looking from a distance, there are hundreds of thousands of them. They are both men and women. They are densely packed around the altar. Although they are not moving, there is fanaticism emerging, as if the person on the altar can give everything for it with just one word.

"Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope?" The hoarse voice on the altar was bitter and contained sorrow, and it lingered for a long time.

"Today, Minghuang returned home by mistake, Santai opened up wasteland, and the snowy wind came. For the first time in eternity, I want to be unruly!" The voice suddenly became louder, and I don't know what method was used, but I saw the color of the wind and clouds in the sky changing. Countless falling snowflakes all suddenly stopped, and then they all rolled back, roaring from all directions and gathering together, making the world tremble!

There was no more snow falling in the sky, and all the snowflakes condensed to form a huge snow-colored black dragon. As soon as the dragon was formed, it immediately raised its head to the sky and hissed. The sound was so shrill that everyone who heard it was immediately shocked, as if they were about to be torn apart by the sound.

Shocking bursts of blood secreted from the snow dragon's body and soon filled its body, making the snow dragon turn into a blood dragon. It screamed sadly, struggled and rushed towards the sky, like a meteor shooting straight into the sky, as if it was about to blast a hole in the sky and open up a hope.

Its speed was so fast that it was endless in the blink of an eye. During the roaring and swirling, it seemed that the dragon had hit an invisible barrier somewhere. The heaven and earth shook, and the buzzing sound spread in all directions. The blood dragon screamed miserably again, and its body collapsed layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the moment when it was about to be completely shattered, the hundreds of thousands of silent people under the altar made a secret with their hands, bit the tip of their tongues, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and it galloped up, like a sea of ​​blood rising into the sky, heading straight for the collapsing blood dragon. After merging with it, the dragon's collapse was eased, and it rushed to a higher sky.

Seeing the blood dragon flying higher and higher, everyone's attention was focused on it, but at this moment, the blood dragon's whole body shook violently, and after letting out a sharp hiss that could be heard for tens of thousands of miles, it could no longer stop its body from collapsing, and turned into countless blood-colored snowflakes, falling down. From a distance, the world has been dyed into a red underworld.

At this moment, when the blood dragon collapsed, a sound completely different from the roar came from its mouth!

"Sorrow..." At the top of the altar, in the center, sat an old man wearing a purple robe sitting cross-legged. The old man's face was wrinkled and covered with brown spots. He opened his eyes as he murmured, but his eyes were dim. He was obviously a blind man.

There was a complete spine in front of him, emitting a forest-white light. He held a stone piece in his right hand, which rested on the thirteenth spine.

His empty eyes looked at the sky silently, for a long, long time, and then he sighed.

As he spoke, the right hand holding the stone piece moved on the weird spine again, rubbing the animal bones, making a clicking sound, and dispersed into the distance. His figure was obviously desolate, and blended with the sound, revealing a sad loneliness and decline.

"As a barbarian from the Yu Dynasty, you can't see the world I see..."

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