"My whole life" Mu Shan muttered his son's name softly, stood up from the bed suddenly, and rushed out of the door impatiently: "Since we don't have much time, we should spend a good time with them. How can we waste it here without knowing? In the so-called place! " "Where is this place?" As soon as he stepped out, what he saw was a cliff as high as a thousand blades. On the other side of the cliff, a waterfall poured down like a galaxy in the sky. It is extremely majestic, and under the waterfall, stands a huge stone statue hundreds of feet high. It has the head of a human and the body of a snake. It has a kind and solemn face. It holds its hands toward the sky, as if it is extending a warm embrace to the world, and as if it is spreading a warm embrace to the world. Pray to God for blessings and bless all living beings in the world. "Empress Nuwa" Mu Shan stared at the stone statue in a daze. In a daze, he seemed to sense the life breath of the stone statue, as if it had passed through the gap of time and wind and frost. Xueyu, the god standing quietly in front of him, with his deep eyes that seemed to be able to tolerate all things, gave people a sense of peace and tranquility of the soul, like a wanderer who had been away for a long time and finally found the place where his soul rests. The roaring waterfall gradually climbed up along Nuwa's snake body, and then flew out from her snake tail, rolling up thousands of piles of white snow, shining brightly in the sun. Whether it was an illusion or not, Mu Shan only felt that the crystal water droplets flying like catkins were like familiar smiling faces, with laughter like silver bells, flying away in one direction. "Yuchen" Mu Shan's body suddenly stiffened, as if he was struck by an electric current in an instant. He turned around tremblingly and ran towards the direction where the raindrops were flying. The warm sunshine jumps playfully on the water drops, depicting a brilliant rainbow. From a distance, it looks like a colorful and difficult-to-grasp dream, but it exudes fatal temptation. Mu Shan stopped in his tracks. The rainbow above his head appeared and disappeared. It was so short that it was too late to sigh. But where it disappeared was an altar so high that it reached the clouds. Looking up from the bottom, it was just the steep steps. No more than a thousand steps down. In a daze, Mu Shan seemed to see the woman in white clothes like snow, with a clear and beautiful face with a hint of indifference to others, slowly kneeling down at the foot of the steps while carrying another heavy body on her back. He slammed his head towards the altar "Why is this happening" Mu Shan murmured to himself, a complex and inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in his heart, fear? Heartache? Or regret? What kind of emotion is that? It is more hot and sultry than a raging fire, and it makes people feel the pain of burning all the organs! What kind of grief is that? It is more painful and cruel than the pain of swords and guns. It makes people forget to speak in pain, and they can't even stop talking! "It turns out that the reason why I was able to survive was all because" In an instant, Mu Shan felt that the blood all over his body began to boil, and there seemed to be a crazy beast in his chest that was roaming and biting at will. , causing his tall body to convulse continuously, and his whole body was like a hollow bamboo. Even his straight waist was broken in an instant, and he knelt down towards the brown steps tremblingly. "Yuchen" Tears finally blurred his vision. In the haziness, Mu Shan seemed to see Sima Yuchen's hands, feet and forehead. As he knelt down again and again, his skin was broken, bloody and dirty. The loess was all over her favorite white clothes, dispersing her soft black hair and round and smooth skin like pearls In the dark, Mu Shan suddenly felt a burst of warmth in her hands and feet, as if she had passed through the barriers of time and space and touched her. The remaining body temperature of her delicate and fair skin Mu Shan seemed to have lost three souls and seven souls, but he just followed the illusory figure that once existed, kowtowing step by step, and shed tears step by step, towards The long steps in front of you seemed to have no end, so you slowly knelt down and went up. "Hey, what are you doing" A sigh, with infinite pity, finally pulled Mu Shan's consciousness back to his body. The steps have reached the end. In the center of the altar, there is still the tall stone statue of Nuwa. Around the stone statue, there are still many lifelike stone statues with different postures, about the size of ordinary people. They are either kneeling or worshiping, and their faces are mostly different. Sadness, hysterical sorrow in the eyes, and persistence and prayer that do not want to give up. "You" Mu Shan carefully looked at the woman standing alone under the stone statue of Nuwa. He saw that she was about thirty years old, and her appearance and temperament were exactly the same as the stone statue behind her: "Empress Nuwa" "I am only in charge. The Mountain Ghost of Nuwa Palace, you don¡¯t deserve to be called that.¡± ¡°¡You saved me?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like you saved me¡¡± The Mountain Ghost was silent for a while and said with a hint of sadness: ¡°You should be grateful.?Me, but her! You are not an ordinary person. She cannot share life with you. She can only pour everything into you" Mu Shan followed the sight of the mountain ghost and felt that he was standing on the edge of the altar, looking up like a stone to watch his husband. Her back looked unusually familiar, and her heart seemed to be suddenly grasped firmly by a big hand. Even its beating almost stopped. She walked tremblingly behind the stone statue, and slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her. , but felt waves of heart palpitations, fearing that this would interrupt the last trace of luck in my heart. The full moon was shining brightly, and the bright moonlight shone on the stone statue, and on the body next to the stone statue that seemed to have lost all vitality and vitality. The white clouds lingered under the feet, making the entire altar seem to be separated from the bustling world and become a cold palace in the sky. The sun rose and set, the clouds rose and disappeared, and time passed quietly, but Mu Shan seemed to be there. He didn't notice it at all, or he didn't care at all about the time that seemed to have lost its meaning. He just stood there in a daze, without saying a word or moving, as if he wanted to turn himself into a stone statue and stay there forever. Here. ¡°Don¡¯t let her sacrifice go to waste, at least now you can save your son¡¯s fate! " "My whole life" Mu Shan opened his mouth gently and whispered like a dream. Finally there was a hint of agility in his eyes. He turned his stiff neck and stared expressionlessly at the man who had appeared beside him at some point. Volo: "I want to go back to see him and my mother" "I can't go! "Fuluo categorically rejected Mu Shan's plea. After a moment of sadness, he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "After seeing them, you will never have the courage to leave again! Believe me, as long as you complete your mission, you will always be reunited one day! " "A day of reunion" Mu Shan kept chanting this sentence, reached out and took off the eight-foot magatama artifact on his wrist, raised it high, faced the vast full moon, and frantically poured spiritual energy into it. With his strength and will, it began to absorb the moonlight from the sky, and a dark shadow with a vague face but the same shape as him gradually formed next to Mu Shan. Mu Shan slowly let go of his hand and let the shadow form. Magatama melted into the black shadow and gradually turned into two scarlet eyes: "No matter what, I will come back here and bring my son and my mother over! " "Bring this with you! "The mountain ghost placed an open box in front of Mu Shan and said: "This is the ancient artifact of your mother's clan, the Nirvana Feather. It can turn everything in the world into nothingness. In this world, only you can control it! " "Nirvana Feather" Mu Shan slowly stretched out his hand to touch the pale flame that looked like a feather but kept shaking in the box. The moment they touched each other, he saw that the flame turned into a small The white phoenix wrapped around his arm and suddenly penetrated into the mark between his forehead.