The Yanshuang army is different from their ancestors who have experienced hardships and are even more capable of suffering than the tribes. These peasants and brave sons who have become separatist warlords and new nobles have transformed into new evil dragons. They are not the people of the dragon and the opponents of snakes and wolves.

As long as you find a way to break through the world's number one Yanshuang Pass with minimal casualties, followers of dusk can carry this momentum and sweep the entire earth.

This should have been a happy thing, something that was eager to try. The power of the World-Devouring Wolf was surging around him, condensed into layers of frost that made the light slightly dim, but Dalot's eyes were still long and long, with a pure sorrow.

The phantom of time leaped in front of his eyes. The strong man saw the past. He seemed to see the natural disaster coming. His father sacrificed the figure of his left hand to protect the tribe. He seemed to see his mother tearing open the arteries and pouring warm blood into his throat.

The bitter cold wind slapped on the iron tower. Dalot no longer feared this little bit of wind and frost, but he still remembered how his child's self followed his parents in pain and avoided the attacks of groups of direwolfs.

The wind and frost cracked the flesh and blood, and the ears were crushed like ice. At that time, even my lips and throat had been necrotic. If the dragon priest had not used his blood to revitalize all the children, the current Rimu Chief would have long died in the desolate frozen soil of the ice field.

Now, although his body is not cold, Dalot's heart is colder than ever before.

On that night when the ears and lips were lost, and even the eyes could not see the stars, the young child once thought desperately whether living was meaningless and that he could not find the purpose of survival.

——Is he born in this world just to endure suffering, pain, sorrow, despair, and then unwilling to die?

It was the blood of relatives, and the mother's blood recalled his consciousness and waited for the priest's sacrifice. Dalot thought that the meaning of his life was to fight for his relatives and tribes. He vowed and did it. He became the most powerful warrior in the tribe, making his father proud. Even his mother who died of a natural disaster would be relieved.

But just now, this meaning was lost.

——No, the meaning has never existed.

Close his eyes, open it again, and put his father's body on the altar, Dalot's black eyes calmed down.

——Nothingness is the truth in the world.

Life is never meaningful in the world, and no one is born for anything: the birth of a child has nothing to do with the child itself, it is just the decision of the parents, and the parents are involved and tracked upward until the birth of all ancestors, there is no meaning, it is just the result of the creation of the gods.

Those ancient gods claimed that they had created them themselves, but they said nothing, letting go and letting their children bear the suffering.

This is the essence of the world, the essence of all things - a bad truth.

No one or anything must appear. It would be better to say that existence is simply an accident and has no meaning.

But whether it is meaningless or not is simply not important.

The most important thing is what you want to do, rather than thinking about what you want to do all day long, like a fool.

Dalot was staring at his father's remains at this time, and fragments flashed in his mind: it was the child's self who stayed by the ice sea and watched his father catch fish all day long; it was the young self who watched Tana dance on the ice and snow during the big dance of sacrifice. Her appearance was like an elves of frost, and she smiled like a fool; after the first hunt, he suddenly wanted to sing with his head held high, and sang loudly on the corpse of his prey, frightening his compatriots and comrades beside him.

None of these things is meaningless, of no value, even like a fool, but he wants to do so.

The birth of life is meaningless, but it gives life the highest power: thinking.

People cannot do many things, but people can always think and try to do it, and even failure does not hinder this.

Only people were hit and admitted that they had failed and no longer thought about it.

Only by thinking will it stop.

"Those imperial men, the humans in the south are also very hard-working. Ordinary people are just the crops of noble men and are harvested every year, while the demonized people are burned as firewood, so they have huge mobile cities and warm firelight."

Dalot murmured in a low voice, as he watched the flames ignite on the altar, instantly igniting his father's shriveled body that seemed to be without moisture.

In the fire, the warrior clenched his fists: "We northerners do not burn brothers and sisters, nor do we exploit our compatriots. We will depend on ourselves when we survive."

"They locked us in the North, hoping that natural disasters and wild beasts would destroy us, but it was just grinding our minions, allowing us to know the nature of this ugly world and strengthen our beliefs."

Dalot saw his father's body turn into ashes in the flames, leaving only a small mark condensed by the light of dusk, emitting a quiet glimmer. The snake priest and the wolf priest on the side respectfully stepped forward and put the mark in the box.

Although the dragon priests were nothingness, their power could also bewitch those imperial people and allow the power of the twilight dragon to spread throughout the world.

Watching this scene, the man breathed a deep breath.

He seemed to hear what his father asked him in the snow field during his first hunt.

He heard his father's words.

"Dallot, you are the people of the Dragon of Dusk, the descendants of the wolf and the snake!"

"What do you want to do?"

At that time, my father, who had two legs and was not so old, asked loudly - this was a tradition and a vow to prove that a northerner had his own belief and would kill other lives for this belief and seize their flesh and blood to survive to achieve this belief.

This is the reason why all northerners constantly ask themselves questions in their suffering, so that they can live firmly and endure all pain and despair, ice and frost wind.

It is also the reason why all the Dragons in Dusk did not commit suicide and return to nothingness as soon as possible.

And now, Dalot raised his head, and he watched as the ashes that burned out of his father's body floated into the air, blown away by the frost in the north, sprinkled throughout the wasteland.

The thick sound seemed to shake the canyons and mountains.

"I want to... destroy this world full of suffering!"

The devil moon shines brightly and shines on the world.

On the other side of the earth, the Chu Yao ship was speeding in the wilderness.

Two moons hang in the night sky, and the hazy moonlight falls on the earth like fog.

At the bridge, Su Zhou, who had just placed the burning firewood in his hand in the crystal cabinet and placed it in the hall for everyone to feel it freely, raised his head thoughtfully, and frowned and said, "Is there something wrong with the light of the Moon?"

【The light is not right recently - have you forgotten it? The Holy Day has also flashed several times recently, and the brightness has indeed dropped slightly.】

Master Suiguang stood aside, and he stared at the rare treasure worth at least tens of billions of imperial coins, or even priceless treasures, and couldn't help but nod in admiration: [Compared to that, I really didn't expect that Rozelia, the stingy man, would give it to you for free.]

"It's not for free." Su Zhou reminded: "I'm going to make a big fuss in the East China Sea to cover his coastal capital - this is not an easy task, it's a troublesome."

"But I feel you're eager to try." The silver fairy on the captain's seat pointed out the contradiction in Su Zhou's mouth without hesitation: "Even if the old man pretending to be young doesn't ask you to do this, you plan so."

"But compared to this... Professor Svedrey, is there really a primitive tree in the past of this world?"

Halfway through, Dawn's tone went from ruthlessly exposing it to full of doubt. The silver fairy who has existed since the age of the gods has been in the world and has been in the present day, reveals confusion: "I clearly remember that only elves have their big trees, and it is impossible for other tribes to learn this similar planting technology!"

She stared at the green vitality burning like flames in front of her, and couldn't help but whisper: "Anyway, I never knew this...unbelievable!"

"Of course there exists, and you don't know about the World Tree, but instead makes me begin to doubt the gods before its fairy civilization."

Su Zhou's tone was also full of unknown meaning. He frowned and stared at the branches of the divine wood that seemed to be burning in front of him: "No matter what, in the 'this' world, life is absolutely impossible to forget the world tree."

But it is obvious that apart from the little bit of the impression on Dawn, whether it is Suiguang, Seneca, Gasha and Loya, after seeing the Burning Shenmu with his own eyes, they only feel "familiar and friendly" without any instinctive throbbing.

Although Su Zhou also knew that all this had been around for at least 80,000 years, no matter how strong the memory in his blood was, it would probably be sealed.

However, just by putting it here, the Burning Sound Shen Wood can give the people on the entire Chuyao ship a lot of insights and experience of cultivation.

All children who have practiced the Immortal Rotation Method only need to stay next to the Burning Storm Tree for an hour every day to increase their practice speed several times, and the growth rate of the Immortal Leaf Immortal Root is even faster - this is the limit for children, and Su Zhou can bear it for twenty-four hours. The vitality and the strong and mysterious source energy fluctuations brought by the Burning Storm Tree can also have considerable benefits for him, allowing him to get a lot of exposure to the breath and inheritance related to the World Tree.

Although Yara teased as a conjoined baby, the Taoist tree and the Taoist tree of the World Tree are indeed quite different and very complementary.

Most of the sacred trees that Su Zhou had seen on weekdays were the Taoist trees, and this time he happened to learn from the other party!

The power of the firewood god wood is so effective that even at dawn, I feel that I am clear-headed. Because the long-term sleeping brings some uneasiness and dislocation, it is also repaired under the breath of the god wood and gradually healed.

"Even the wisdom light of the wisdom tree is not so useful... The peak power of this world tree is probably not under the Heavenly Emperor. Just a small piece of branch fragments can make me very rewarding now."

Nodding slightly, Su Zhou had already written into the daily teaching plan to lead students to meditate for an hour before the burning of the firewood. With this thing, the children of Xiguang Society will definitely grow up as quickly as possible.

Especially the level 100 magic method designed by Su Zhou, which uses daily active users, sign-in, upgrades, and free welfare packages as temptations, so these children are of course full of expectations for their practice.

Everyone has a bright future.

Except for a rather distressed alchemist.

【It seems that the mechanical body is also flawed.】

Staring at the burning Shenmu in front of him, Master Suiguang still had no sense or discovery after thinking for half a night. This immediately made him make a very disappointed voice: [Sure enough, can't I be considered a normal life now?]

[There is no way to imitate the form and power of the divine wood.]

Upon hearing this, Su Zhou turned his head and looked at Master Suiguang, who had already become flesh and blood disguised again, looking like a middle-aged human.

"The mechanical body cannot be a divine wood?"

He tsk twice, then walked forward, shook his index finger and said, "Who are you underestimating? Is it your wisdom or the power of the divine wood?"

"Shenmu can even be a warship, how can it be incompatible with the mechanical body!"

Said this, under Master Suiguang's stunned gaze, Su Zhou said in a natural tone: "It's just that you are on the wrong path. You plan to let your mechanical body imitate the divine wood - how stupid, why should you imitate it? Machinery itself is a kind of divine wood!"

【……ah?】

The expression that Master Suiguang showed was indescribable, probably three points of confusion, three points of confusion, three points of confusion, and ninety-one points of "Is it crazy or he crazy?"

But Su Zhou didn't care. He just had a deep understanding of the essence of the divine wood, which exceeded the imagination of these ordinary people. The man stretched out his hand without hesitation and gathered the source energy to demonstrate to Suiguang: "Look."

As soon as the words were finished, a wisp of source energy began to evolve into various different forms. A faint thunder and the whistling of wind began to come out of the atmosphere. The sound of flame burning and the sound of surging tides sounded at the same time.

While Sui Guang subconsciously focused his attention, in Su Zhou's hand, the wisp of source energy turned into a small sapling. It had leaves of flames, branches of thunder blooming, and the water flowed to transmit the source energy, decomposed hydrogen and oxygen combustion under the action of lightning, and the strong wind made everything move, full of vitality of life.

Afterwards, the soil and metal condensed into a hard shell, covering all the exposed source energy structures and adding these source energy operation systems.

Immediately, a vibrant vitality appeared in Su Zhou's palm: a brand new spiritual plant soul was shaped into a shape by Su Zhou. Just find a plant that can almost accommodate it, and a brand new spiritual plant was born.

From beginning to end, Su Zhou used more than eight completely different energy, solid, liquid, gas and plasma materials, including metals.

After showing all this, Su Zhou retracted his palm and took this strand of soul back into his body.

The man smiled at the stunned Shuiguang and said, "It is impossible for you to imitate, because the essence of the 'shen wood' is a special sublimation of life. You are already a life, how can you imitate it? Just imitate the least important shape of the tree on the surface?"

"What you need to do is actually to learn the energy cycle of the divine wood, and then fill your body with the optimal source energy structure in the divine wood, which can also be done by a mechanical body."

【But... aren’t you talking about divine wood?】
To be continued...