At this time, other people also discovered the abnormality.

This is not right!

They cast their sights over, only to see Jon's black wings floating in front of Cinnabar, and the wind wheel fragments in his hands were instilling a large number of similar laws into Cinnabar.

Then Cinnabar burped in his deep sleep.

Immediately afterwards, something began to wake up.

In the deep blue sea, something seemed to be called and began to fall towards the world.

The Zhu family's ancestors and Zhu Sha's mother both seemed very nervous, but Grindelwald and Dumbledore stopped them secretly, allowing Jon to do his best without worrying about things outside.

Immediately, everyone saw that a certain wreckage that had sunk in the deepest part of the deep blue sea and had disappeared for a long time was flowing here along the crack created by the previous battle!

It's like a dream.

A phantom of the past.

Only Jon knew that it was the remains of the small world left after the elements were extracted by Helga.

There is only one person in the world, Cinnabar, who has been there and has something to do with it, and what better way to gather the legendary omen than to rebuild a world on the ruins?

Cinnabar has no idea of ​​leaving this world, but she can become the god of this world. The Eastern pantheon has been extinct for many years, and it is time for it to be revived.

Although it is other gods that have been revived, what does it matter?

Cinnabar doesn't care, other people's opinions don't matter.

Amid the roar of the outside world, Cinnabar lay among the ruins of the ancient Egyptian pantheon, looking up at the dark sky.

She could see the situation outside and knew what Jon had been facing, but she could not wake up. The legendary omen had not been able to condense. Although she was anxious, there was nothing she could do.

The light outside is rising and falling. It is obviously an extremely powerful force. It is gathered in one place at this time, but it makes people feel beautiful.

She looked at this beauty, and she didn't know when she suddenly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Dreams are always so quiet and long.

The waves swept in from afar and washed up on the beach. Cinnabar stepped on the sand with her bare feet and watched the little crabs come out of the sand pit, crawl over her insteps, and then dive into the puddle again.

There was a familiar smell of sea water in the air, just like when I was in the small world and just entered.

So familiar.

The dark sky has begun to change, and there is light filling the air, but this light is not that obvious, it just slowly fills the sky above.

The blue sky is reflected on the sea.

Cinnabar sat silently on the reef, watching the waves in the distance continue to surge, rush up to the beach and then fall down. The sea breeze blew from the distance, bringing with it a fresh breath, blowing the decaying palace here and the dilapidated curtains above.

.

There is no scrambling.

There is no armed struggle.

There is no ambition and so-called bright future.

These have all decayed and been gradually destroyed over time.

In the quiet decay, there is only an eternal loneliness and beauty.

After a long time, she suddenly understood.

"So, is this what I want?"

The girl touched her hair: "It's beautiful and quiet. I didn't even know it. It turns out that I like peace so much."

"Of course you like these," Jon's phantom appeared above the sea: "Although you haven't said it, you just want to live well, but in this world, it is too difficult to have no responsibility."

"Are you here to help me?"

Cinnabar didn't seem to recognize who Jon was, and she seemed to have forgotten part of the matter.

"Yeah, I'm here to help you."

As Jon said, he crushed the fragments in his hands into powder and resealed the structure, only peeling off the rules inside.

The resealed part, as the core of the magic network, was thrown to the ancestors of the Zhu family, while the other part became the nourishment of cinnabar.

So Cinnabar understood.

The roar came again, but this time it came from her heart.

The direction of the wind has changed.

"The world is dead."

she says.

"But I'm still alive."

The roar in her heart was like the thunder and lightning clashing at the birth of heaven and earth. Amidst the howling wind, it seemed as if countless desperate souls were wailing loudly to pay tribute to all those who had died.

Mourning.

sad.

Cinnabar stands between the sea and the sky, calm as a statue.

She is here, looking at the world.

The world in the dream is a ruin.

She saw the scene of the fall of the gods, it was like a movie, appearing in front of her.

The sky is burning, the clouds are all red, and so is the sea water, but it is red dyed with blood.

Lava like fire flowed in the cracked earth, and the gods fell from the sky. The heaven and earth cried bitterly for them, but the cries kept coming and going, because the gods kept dying and disappeared without a trace.

Finally, even the crying disappeared in the air, everything was like a cinnabar hallucination, as if there was only the silent scene in front of me.

It's like a nightmare that makes people feel the same.

"But, I know, this is the real world."

But Zhusha couldn't laugh at all. It was like watching a very heavy movie, which made her feel physically and mentally exhausted and just wanted to have a good rest.

Is this a dream?

But this dream and reality seemed almost exactly the same, and she couldn't tell the difference.

Or maybe, she never made the distinction clearly.

Jon is no longer here either.

So Zhu Sha couldn't tell whether she was awake or in a dream.

Or, she might just be a phantom, a memory left here.

"It shouldn't be like this, right? At least it's not what I want, it's not the world I want."

But everything was so real. She felt the smell of those flames, the crackling sound of burning flesh and blood echoed in her ears, and the smell of smoke made her nose hurt.

Every feeling made her feel that this was the real world.

The absurdity of the world is like a big dream, but the world in this dream makes people feel sad and desolate.

No one responded to her words, and Jon was silent.

It was really like an illusion.

Roaring sounds echoed in the sky, and a few sparks floated in the wind.

"It shouldn't be so sad. This is my dream and it should have my world."

Amid the sound of something breaking, the sky darkened again.

A ray of pure white moonlight fell from the sky, and the only star rose into the sky again.

【Moon God·Chang'e】

The rules are constructed from this.

That is the power of Chinese mythology, a legend borrowed from Bai Yujing, shrouded in Cinnabar.

She became beautiful.

Even more beautiful.

She floated into the sky, light and shadow flowed around her, transforming into a round moon, emitting light in the sky, gently shining on this devastated world, the fire and thunder dissipated in the light, and this world had a quiet night sky

.

"The stars are here, the wind is gentle and smooth, the earth is harmonious, and everything is auspicious."

The wind is no longer violent and the water is calm again.

The bright stars reappeared around her, like the mythical Lunar Goddess, cooling the earth with the cold wind. The magma on the ground turned into stone and no longer boiled. Even the collapsed palace began to repair itself.

It seems unrealistic, but it is not reality here.

Dreams should be so beautiful.
To be continued...