Magic Sequence

  "Kala..."

  "Crack...crack..."

  Can't tell what the sound is, hearing it in the ear seems to be able to penetrate the body and rush into the soul, making people's bodies involuntarily shiver a few times on this cold snowy night.

  The bleak north wind moans through the sky, with waves of white snow swirling in the air, fragmenting the vast expanse into scattered pieces. Layer upon layer, it blankets the earth, and from a distance, it looks like a silver wrapping, desolate everywhere.

  It wasn't the dead of night, just dusk, but the dullness of that sky was as black as night, giving people a heavy feeling, as if pressed against their hearts, unable to breathe. On that silver land, you could see a huge outline, it was a majestic city, like a giant beast looming.

  In the center of the city, there is a tall tower-like altar in the shape of a seven-sided polygon, with its entire body painted black, piercing through the clouds and standing still amidst the raging wind and snow. The whistling sound of the wind blowing across the altar is mixed with a rattling sound, spreading far and wide, carrying a primitive coarseness, with a unique charm.

  "Is there still hope......is there still......"

  A hoarse murmur, in the wind and snow, drifted from that altar, as if merging with the wind, vaguely becoming indistinguishable.

  "If there is hope, where is it? If there is no hope, why let me see it!!" The voice was like a madman's, almost hysterical, roaring and swirling in the nine heavens.

  Under the altar, at this moment, there are countless figures wearing raincoats standing silently, and from a distance, there are tens of millions of them. They are men and women, surrounding the altar on all sides, densely packed and motionless, yet with a fervent atmosphere, as if they would sacrifice everything for the person on the altar with just one word.

  Snow, it's getting bigger.

  "Since you've let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope?" The hoarse voice on the altar was filled with bitterness and sorrow, lingering for a long time.

  "Today, the yellow sun returns, three Tai opens the wilderness, snow wind comes, ten thousand years old, I want to recalculate the barbarian sky!" The voice suddenly became louder, and it was unknown what means were used, but the sky above changed color, countless falling snowflakes suddenly stopped, and then all rolled back, from all sides. Eight directions rushed to gather together, making the heaven and earth shake!

  That day, the sky no longer had snowflakes falling, all the snowflakes gathered to form a huge snow-colored mysterious dragon. As soon as the dragon was formed, it immediately let out a mournful howl towards the sky, its voice piercing and ear-splitting, making everyone who heard it feel their heart and soul shaken, as if they were about to be torn apart by this sound.

  Wave after wave of shocking blood gushed out from the Snow Dragon's body, quickly spreading all over its body, making it seem as if the Snow Dragon had transformed into a Blood Dragon. Its mournful roar shook the air as it thrashed about, its body suddenly shooting towards the sky like a meteor, as if wanting to blast open a hole in the heavens and create an opening for hope.

  Its speed was so fast that it seemed endless, and in the midst of the rumbling rotation, it was as if this dragon had crashed into some invisible membrane somewhere, causing the heavens and earth to shake. The buzzing sound spread out in all directions, and the blood dragon let out a heart-wrenching screech once again, its body collapsing layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Just as it was about to shatter completely, the tens of thousands of silent people under the altar all made a hand seal, bit their tongues and spat out a mouthful of blood. Those blood seemed to be pulled by some force, rushing upwards like a sea of blood rising into the air, and rushed towards the collapsing Blood Dragon, merging with it and slowing down its collapse, and then charged towards an even higher sky.

  As the blood dragon soared higher and higher, it gathered everyone's attention. But just then, the blood dragon suddenly shook its entire body, let out a deafening screech that echoed for tens of thousands of miles, and then its body began to collapse, turning into countless crimson snowflakes that drifted down, dyeing the sky and earth a deep red color, like a bloody yellow spring.

  At this moment, when the Blood Dragon collapsed, a completely different voice from its mournful howl came out of its mouth!

  "Alas..."

  "...Sacrifice..." At the top of the altar, in the very center, sat an old man wearing a purple robe. The old man's face was full of wrinkles and covered with brown spots. He muttered to himself with his eyes open, but his eyes were dull and without light, clearly a blind person.

  His body was placed in front of a complete spine, emitting a white aura. In his right hand he held a stone slab, resting on the thirteenth vertebra.

  His empty eyes silently gazed at the sky for a long time, and then let out a long sigh.

  "Tell King Yu... I have done all I can..."

  In his words, the right hand holding the stone slab moved again on that strange spine, rubbing against the animal bones and making a "ka-cha ka-cha" sound, which spread far away. His figure appeared desolate, blending with the sound, revealing a sense of sad loneliness and decline.

  "As a barbarian king of the Da Yu dynasty, I see a world that you cannot see..."

  "You...can't see..."

  "I hope..."

  This chapter is just the beginning, there's another one tonight. The new book has been released, collection, recommendation and clicks are very important, the ears need encouragement!!!!!