Tonight is destined to be a long and restless night.

The moonlight shrouded and spread over the Snow Forbidden City.

The small courtyard of the Dionysian Seat was filled with silence.

The young man in a white robe slowly walked out of the wooden house. His face was shrouded in the moon-white dim skylight, as if a god had come to the world, and behind him... In the dark room, the rich aroma of wine seemed to condense.

It has become substantial.

This half year.

He plants grapes in the yard.

Drenched by wind and rain.

Now...the grapes are ripe.

Mr. Jin and Xu Yan were not serving around the young man's throne. In the darkness, a faint wind flowed out of the yard, seeming to be pulling towards the far distance.

They are not the only people who have entered this courtyard.

At this moment, the wind blowing from the small courtyard goes through the streets and alleys of the Snow Forbidden City... to where the figures who once entered the small courtyard and then chose to leave were.

Every wisp of wind is like an eye.

Compared to those electronic instruments in the array over Nagano.

This is the real "wind pupil".

Invisible spiritual power shrouded the huge city. After the darkness fell, Dionysus opened his "eyes" for the first time, and followed the wind to every street and alley and every piece of darkness in this ancient city.

"Gu Changzhi... seems to be really dead."

The young man murmured softly.

He left the small courtyard alone and walked towards the north on foot.

He closed his eyes and walked the straightest route, with wind blowing wherever he passed.

The Dionysian Seat walked across the bustling Ninghe Bridge.

We walked through the ancient alleys decorated with lanterns and colorful lights.

There were people dancing lions and playing music on the banks of the Ning River. This handsome young man walked straight through the crowd. The dancing lions and the applauding crowd seemed to be blindfolded. They were immersed in the world in front of them, ignoring that someone was walking past them.

As he passed by, these people were like dolls whose threads were pulled by the goddess of fate. Every move, sleeve lift, and step was perfectly in line with the actions of this handsome young man.

It's like...

The whole world is making way for him.

He just walked forward quietly, leaving the Snow Forbidden City and arriving at the empty and quiet cemetery in the north of Nagano. It was a place where his "Wind of Wine" could not go, and it was the place of true darkness and eternal darkness.

Place.

For the first time, Dionysus stopped in his tracks.

In his life, he rarely stopped before a certain place like he did today.

Not because he wants to "appreciate" it.

It's because... even though he holds the fire in his hand and is on the throne of God, there are still earthly emotions in his heart.

That emotion is called fear.

I stopped because of fear.

In just a few seconds, Dionysus recalled the scenes he saw in the [Old World] many years ago.

Then he recalled what Gu Changzhi said to him in the Golden God Realm a year ago.

However, these two strings of memories were quickly switched, and he remembered what he had experienced after returning to the Tower of Source, and the pain deep in his heart that he had wanted to open his eyes countless times but did not dare to.

at last.

Dionysian took a deep breath.

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…

There is no wind in the Qing Tomb today.

The guardian of the tomb sat upside down on the ancient tree.

Countless golden threads of divination are wrapped around this ancient tree.

The cumulus clouds over the wilderness in all seasons have turned into lingering silk threads, which were peeled off layer by layer, weaving a coat for the ancient trees. From a distance, it looks like a shining tree.

The golden tree, and above the tree crown, is a future that humans want to peep into but cannot peep into.

Master Qianye's eyes under the mask were full of confusion.

The ominous omen in her heart reached its peak today... and after using divination, the future she saw was pitch black.

Divination cannot predict everything.

Things and people related to "gods" and "fire" are taboos that cannot be spied on.

Master Qianye moved the golden thread, and she moved the "eye" that predicts the future outside the cemetery.

What he saw was still darkness.

But at this time, the confused eyes under the mask became clear.

She understood where the darkness came from.

So she started to activate the great formation to clear the tomb.

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…

Outside the cemetery, the first gust of wind rushed in.

Then the second ray, the third ray...

It was like a calm lake, and someone had dropped a stone, but the movement behind it was getting louder and louder... Countless strong winds swept through the chaotic clouds, scattering all the extraordinary source matter on the Qingzhong dome, and the clouds in the sky

Keep retreating towards the inner tomb.

Qingzhong is a lake.

What fell at this moment was not a stone, but a huge meteorite.

Dionysus entered the cemetery.

The moment he stepped into the cemetery, these formations started to activate, but the scary thing was... after he took the first step, the silent wind surged in, and the realm of God spread out in an instant, and in

Within this realm, everything is under absolute control.

The divine power oppressed Qingzhong's formations, causing the streams of light that were about to burst out to extinguish before they were activated.

The sky above the entire cemetery was covered by black clouds.

The bright moonlight disappeared at this moment.

Qingzhong fell into long darkness.

The distance from the entrance of the cemetery to the ruins of the Colossus is not long, but the time it takes to walk to the Bacchus Seat is longer than leaving your own small yard and walking out of the Snow Forbidden City.

There are no dancing beings here, and no lights burning.

To him.

Here too, there is only darkness.

Every step you take, you have to face your deepest fears.

at last.

He stood in the mist of the inner tomb.

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…

In front of the Dionysus, a figure with flying robes appeared.

Qianye did not continue to guard the Four Seasons Wilderness.

She knows it very well.

At this moment, the great formation of Qing Tomb no longer needs a defender like himself... The chaotic clouds on the dome, the surging and disordered extraordinary source matter, began to pour densely towards the inner tomb.

Without the constraints of the great formation, these extraordinary sources will no longer flow slowly.

"Qianye..."

The young man smiled.

He closed his eyes, but raised his head.

"That 'god's visit' in Dadu was your fault, right?"
To be continued...