He found that he was in the sky again! He is flying!In the darkness ahead, there are constant flashes, red, white, gold, blue, meteors flying, lightning interlacing—— The sky and the earth will be torn apart! A shooting star is coming!A man is surrounded by starlight.The man stretched out his hand to him, as if he was still calling for help, a huge bird's claw fell from the sky, and the man fell into the claw, like a bubble, quietly bursting. He raised his head, only to see the boundless darkness! "The May Ninth Meeting is over!" A voice sounded in the dead silence, vicious and cruel, every word was bleeding, every word was soaked with desire and hatred.

"So what?" The responder seemed tired, but his voice was surprisingly nice. He was very curious, and looked up - on the facing cliff, a long-haired man was impaled on a dark spear, and a beast was hiding beside the man, breathing heavily. "It won't be long before all souls will merge into one, and all souls will die except me!" The cruel voice was laughing, and he tried hard to find the owner of the laughter, but he still saw boundless darkness. "Only you are afraid of death!" The man on the cliff pulled out his spear, "For me, death is eternal than a momentary life!" When the man raised his head, there was a flash of light in his long hair— It was an eye, bright and gloomy, like an arc star in the sky.

The man on the cliff raised his hand, and a line of giant cyan characters flashed in the air. He tried his best to look at it, but he couldn't see a single word clearly—the giant characters churned, roared, jumped, and ran wildly, and finally condensed into a ball, turning into a circle of sky. Cyan full moon. The blue moon hangs in the sky, bright and beautiful!He shrank inward, and suddenly soared, and the blue fury swept all directions, devouring the boundless darkness.The color of the world is turning pale, and a terrible howl resounds from the sky—— He groaned and struggled up, his body was wet and his face was covered with cold sweat.A train passed by outside the window, its whistle was sharp and long.

He closed his eyes, still remembering the feeling of flying, but when he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had already turned white.