Chapter 459 Gate of the Underworld
On the ground, there are surging ground fires everywhere. The flames stir up the magma, rolling down, and countless dust constantly floating from the air.
Take a breath, full of the strong smell of sulfur.
Every few days in the sky, a cloud will gather and land one or several thunderstorms.
The sunrise in the Natian world is still as usual, and the golden light covers the Natian world, emitting a charming golden yellow. Zhong Ziyu stood at the top of the heavenly world, and the beautifully carved railings outside the window emitted a soft halo under the sunlight. She stared at the fog in the distant sky and was driven away by the sun until it disappeared.
Natianjie has always floated in the sky, and she has never left this place. It seems that I lived in this house when I was born. In the air, she looks at the world below in a condescending manner every day. There are many people on the ground, and they come and go, which looks so strange. For her, that's where she yearns and how much she wants to go down.
But she can't. Therefore, she has to see the most wonderful scenery in the world at dawn every day.
At dawn, I climbed over the towering mountains and came to the vast fields, illuminating the low houses. The world, under her feet, is changing color and fading, replaced by green green. At this moment, on a towering mountain in the distance, a white gasp rushed out from halfway up the mountain. They rushed and turbulently, starting their long journey through the palm of the giant.
Looking at all this, Zhong Ziyu felt a sense of comfort. Even the nightmare just now has forgotten a lot. Recently, she has always dreamed and made some strange dreams. And every time she wakes up, she opens her eyes and sees this huge waterfall, and the stone that holds up the waterfall looks like a huge palm, which she calls the palm of a giant.
"Squeak!" With a sound, the door behind her was gently pushed open, and a strong smell of medicine filled her nose.
"Put it down, I'll drink it later." Zhong Ziyu frowned. She really hated this bitter taste. However, she knew that she could not resist, which seemed to be her daily food.
"Miss, this medicine must be drunk now." An old woman's voice came from behind.
With a sigh in the bottom of his heart, Zhong Ziyu took another look at the waterfall in the distance and turned around. In front of her was a woman of about 40, holding a white jade-like jar in her hand, which was the medicine she needed to take today.
"I want to take a shower!" Zhong Ziyu did not pick up the bottle, but made her request.
"It's ready." The old woman smiled and looked as gentle as her mother, which made Zhong Ziyu feel warm.
Zhong Ziyu's face showed a little smile, which would be fine. Looking at the extremely bitter pill in the bottle, she knew that at the moment in her mouth, it would turn into a drug flow. But after drinking, she will feel miserable, and a cold current will wrap her up. Only when she is soaked in water will she feel comfortable. But not every time, you can take a shower after taking the medicine.
The rumble sound came from afar.
Zhong Ziyu soaked in warm water and suddenly woke up. Her forehead was full of drops of water. She didn't know whether it was beads of sweat or beads of water, but her heart beat violently.
Dream, that damn dream again.
She looks pale and has been having such strange dreams recently. Why is that?
In the dream, she will always be in a huge cold pool. The dark water is silent in the cold pool, and a trace of cold air escapes in the air. The cold air climbed up to her skin, with a trace of slender lines, and the skin seemed to crack. Just as she felt that she was about to freeze and crack, there would be an inexplicable flame in her body, boiling and sweeping every corner of her body.
As a result, her body became a battlefield, a city where ice and fire competed. She suffered unspeakably and painfully, but it existed like a nightmare, which made her unable to get rid of it.
Unless after waking up. But she didn't eat it. After waking up, it was dawn. She always looked forward to the sunrise. At sunrise, her dream would wake up. Gradually, she saw the beauty of the sunrise.
At this moment, there seems to be a cold and hot breath in the body, but it is no longer as intense as before.
"Miss, you're awake." The old woman who had been guarding her smiled and helped Zhong Ziyu dry her body and put on her clothes.
"I'm going to see the sunrise." After a little relaxation, he felt much more energetic. Zhong Ziyu got up and said lightly. One day and one night has passed like this, and she has long been used to it.
"Miss, it's not dawn now." The old woman reminded.
"What?" Zhong Ziyu was stunned and then asked in surprise.
"It's noon now." The old woman smiled very happily and narrowed her eyes.
"Why?" Zhong Ziyu was at a loss, and an inherent rhythm was suddenly disrupted. She was a little at a loss.
"My lord, let me take you there." The smile on the old woman's face gradually converged, replaced by a rigorous and respectful posture.
"Your Excellency?" Zhong Ziyu suddenly felt that she had been here for a long time, and it seemed that she was here as soon as she was born. However, although she knew that there was an adult, she had never met him.
"Miss, this way." The old woman nodded, took Zhong Ziyu's hand and walked slowly.
Listen to the Wind Pavilion.
The lightning flashed outside the window, the clouds were wrapped around, and the electric lights swam one by one, like a dragon, illuminating this dark room.
In the window, a man in a black robe sat still. His eyes were slightly shut and his chest was slightly heaving.
"Come in!" The man suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was quiet and flat, without a trace of fireworks.
"Your Excellency, Miss Zhong Ziyu brought it." The old woman walked in quickly and knelt down respectfully.
"I know, go!" The man stroked gently, and suddenly a soft force helped the old woman up.
" Sit down." The man waved his hand, and Zhong Ziyu was uneasy and sat on a futon next to him.
The man didn't move any next, as if he were asleep. He didn't pay attention to Zhong Ziyu.
She is bored, and the whole pavilion is quiet and terrible. In silence, it was as if a fierce beast was staring at her, which made her hair stand up. Fear is spreading from the bottom of my heart.
Zhong Ziyu's nerves are all tight, and his wide eyes turn left and right.
"Your Excellency." She couldn't stand this silence, which made her feel that the time was unusually long.
"You know, what is this place?" The man suddenly asked back.
"What do you mean? This place is called Natianjie." Her weak answer, in fact, these three words are just a name for her, and she knows nothing about what Natianjie is. Maybe this is the name of a house. Well, it should be the name of a village.
"Na Tianjie is a fairy weapon, and the space we live in is a floating world." The man looked at Zhong Ziyu with a blank face and explained patiently.
Time passed slowly in the chat between the two. From being careful at the beginning to completely letting go of my heart later.
"What are you doing here?" Zhong Ziyu is not afraid at this moment. Instead, he is full of curiosity about this man.
"Wait, wait for the opening of the forbidden land of immortals." The man said lightly.
"There is really a magic medicine in the forbidden land of immortals!" When Zhong Ziyu asked about her parents, the man told her that her parents had passed away, but there was a magic medicine in the forbidden land of immortals that could bring them back to life. Although she had no idea about her parents, when the man said this, she also said that she obviously felt joy, deep joy, and a trace of pain. She doesn't know why, but she instinctively wants to save her parents.
"Hmm." The man nodded heavily, and then his eyes, which had been slightly opened slowly, and the two lights like electric light flashed away.
"Your eyes?" Zhong Ziyu's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Now, we have to go to a place. As long as we arrive at this place first, we can go to the forbidden land of immortals. At that time, we can get the magic medicine to save your parents." The man stood up and did not walk to the door, but walked aside.
Zhong Ziyu looked at the man and saw that he stopped in front of a statue more than three feet high. The statue was a very young man, with eyebrows like swords, eyes like apricots, a little red lips squeezed tightly, and stood with his hands behind his hands, but a heroic spirit overflowed.
"You have been spying on me all these years." The man muttered to himself to the statue, "This is a cage, but it is absolutely impossible for you to trap me and want me to make a wedding dress for you."
Although he thought so, he also knew that he would never break with this guy before he could make it. He smiled and bowed respectfully to the statue, "Brother, I'm going."
The statue did not move, but there was a strong murderous atmosphere. Although it only passed away, it still made Zhong Ziyu feel painful, and her face turned a little pale.
A dark hole suddenly appeared on the belly of the statue.
"Let's go!" The man said softly to Zhong Ziyu, "You can go and see the people below."
"Hmm." Speaking of the person below, Zhong Ziyu was obviously happy. She had completely forgotten the suffocating breath just now.
A flash of light, followed by a dazzling white. It's bare and nothing.
Suddenly, she felt a trace of coldness, which was so familiar. This reminds her of the dreams that have always haunted her.
The dazzling white light fades little by little.
There was a huge stone door in front of her, and the man stood quietly in front of her at this moment, looking unusually solemn. If it hadn't been for the cold air in front of her outline a stone door, she would not have thought of it as a door.
"This is the gate of the underworld, also known as the gate of heaven." The man suddenly opened his mouth and introduced to her.
"Let's get out of here!" Deep in her heart, she is deeply afraid of this cold.
At this moment, the man suddenly turned around and showed a strange expression...