Life, disappear, no more traces, no one can detect it anymore.
Countless years have passed, and the former corpse has weathered, turned into dust, turned into soil, and turned into mud.
All things are animistic.
Long-term silence often breeds new life——
On the dark and barren land, I don’t know when a small bud sprouted.
Small green buds, born from death.
It has quietly popped up, right where the old life died, on the land where the corpse slumbers and the blood flows.
The young leaves stretch quietly, like a newborn baby, babbling and learning to speak, curiously looking at this strange and dark world.
The evil things are raging, floating in all directions above its head.
It is a little timid and scared, not daring to poke its head out. It just tries hard to take root and absorb the power from the earth.
In this huge and dark place, it is the weakest existence. Even the weakest creature with the lowest status can step on it when it doesn't go its way, crush its fragile little body, and do whatever it wants. bully it.
The little green sprout, without shelter, huddled alone under the bones, always looked particularly pitiful.
But even so, it is exceptionally strong.
Being stepped on, squashed, and bullied, he is not discouraged and quietly accumulates his own strength.
As long as you wait for a good opportunity, you can explode in one fell swoop.
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The time will come soon.
A fire, a sudden fire, swept through this huge, dark and cold world.
Countless evil beings, unnamed, extremely powerful beings, perished in this fire.
Under the fire, almost no one can escape.
They were once extremely arrogant, but now they are running away in panic one by one, running in all directions. Some of them were lucky enough to escape, but many more were burned to ashes by the fire and turned into fertile soil.
This fire is a huge catastrophe for the Yin creatures living here.
Everyone is in danger and everyone flees.
The little green bud huddled under the white bones and accumulated strength, not knowing what happened.
When I woke up, the fire came. Everyone could run away, but it couldn't run away at all.
It is rooted in the soil. It is a small one with no legs and cannot run.
The fire is so hot that when it reaches it, it can only hide under the bones and huddle in the soil that gave birth to it, gritting its teeth and struggling to survive.
The fire was hot, burning on the body, and the pain was unbearable, as if the skin on the body was being peeled off.
But Xiao Ya is a very strong Xiao Ya from birth - a Xiao Ya who is not willing to die and will work hard to stay alive even if he puts his life in danger.
It hurt a lot, and it was very uncomfortable, but I used all my strength to try not to die.
This catastrophe lasted for three days and three nights, and it also endured for three days and three nights.
The water in the body has been burned dry, and the branches and buds have withered, but it is still alive and clinging to its hard-won life.
I do not know how long it has been.
Finally, the fire subsided and it no longer hurt.
The vigorous fire seemed to be integrated into its small body during this tempering. It felt warm all over and full of endless power.
After all the hardships, happiness comes, and it seems that God rarely softens his heart for a moment.
The fertile soil formed by Yin objects allowed it to absorb nutrients freely, and then it began to grow.
The buds turned into vines, and the vines gave birth to leaves.
Leaves fall and flowers bloom.
The red color, like fire, began to bloom quietly.
Little by little, the flowers bloom and the fragrance is subtle. (End of chapter)