My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 371: The Great Flame Soaked in Blood
Great Yan Imperial City.

A thick, yellowed book lay flat on the table.

The pages of the book were unfolded and the paper was a little wrinkled.

The woman's face was a little pale, and she had two thick dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she had not had enough rest in recent days.

This is indeed the case. Ever since seeing that "abnormal" scene in the pavilion a few days ago, Li Su has never closed his eyes.

Even though the figure was blurry, even though the figure was a little distorted, even though I was the only one who saw it.

But that... was undoubtedly his father.

The former emperor Li Yuan.

Li Su knew that it was real, it was all true, it was not a dream.

This opened book confirmed everything.

She stared.

“What is the meaning of this book?”

Different from the official records, the book not only records the time when the Luo River was opened every time in Dayan, but also records some miscellaneous talks during each opening of the Luo River.

Luo River, which comes once every ten years, is a rare blessed place in Dayan for all practitioners to gain enlightenment.

How was the Luo River formed and how long ago did it exist?

But why is there such a river in the world that can inspire people's enlightenment and condense the Dharma?
No one knows.

Because it has existed since ancient times, no one cares about it, or few people go to explore the Luo River.

Li Su flipped the pages of the book with his fingertips, and finally paused slightly at the last page.

There was only one line of vigorous handwriting on it.

"In October, thunder awakens the insects, and the Yellow Dragon touches the ground."

And then, there was a blank.

There was no record of the last time the Luo River opened.

The person who recorded it had died that night.

Why should I open this page separately for my father, even if he is a ghost?

Does he know what he is looking for?

Li Su narrowed his eyes slightly, then took out the jade token and sent a message to Fang Ning.

Since there is no record, we can only ask the parties involved.

Fang Ning had experienced Luo River last time and successfully entered the fourth realm.

She sighed softly, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then put it down.

The water in the cup sways gently.

Li Su leaned his head on the tree and looked at all this with sidelong glances.

She watched the swaying water surface gradually calm down without a single ripple.

Just as he was about to look away, he was suddenly startled.

The water in the cup had a calm surface, but now ripples appeared.

Ripples spread out little by little.

She felt her hand move unconsciously.

But the next moment, she realized that it was not her hands that moved, but the table in front of her that was shaking slightly.

The wind chimes outside the eaves made a crisp sound.

Li Su suddenly stood up, stood in the room, and scanned everything around him.

The water in the cup splashed everywhere.

The tabletop shook.

The table doesn't move, only the ground moves.

The tremor came from under his feet, and Li Su could feel his body shaking slightly.

"The earth dragon is turning over. How many times has this happened?"

When she realized all this, she quickly hid under the table to take precautions.

But this feeling came and went quickly, and in a flash the imperial city was calm again.

It's over?

Li Su hesitated for a moment, then finally opened the door and walked out.

Faintly, she could still hear the faint sounds of relief not far away.

Earthquakes have been commonplace for the people of Dayan in recent months, and the imperial city has also been affected, but this time it was not serious.

But Li Su's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"The epicenter is not here... Which direction is it in Da Yan?"

With the numerous earthquakes in recent days, even a fool would have noticed that something was wrong.

The jade token trembled slightly.

was Fang Ning’s reply.

[The last time Luohe only lasted for one day, and I don’t know what happened afterwards... In addition, there is one more thing, which is rather strange now that I think about it]

【What? 】

[That time in Luohe, the time was obviously advanced]

in advance?

The moment he saw the news, Li Su's eyes suddenly revealed a sharp light.

Luo River is a river flowing out of the Great Yan land vein.

But why no one cares about such important information, why no one goes to investigate the reason, why no one says anything more.

But the moment this question popped into her mind, her expression froze for a moment, and then she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Maybe it’s not that no one cares.

There have always been people recording these things, but perhaps since that night, there are no longer any people who care about and deal with these things.

"Come here, quickly find out the source of this earthquake."

She shouted several times before someone responded.

It was not a maid, but a guard who ran in from outside the palace, with fear in his eyes and panting.

A faint scream could be heard in the distance, which was the sound of weapons clashing.

What happened?
"Your Highness, please leave quickly. The eldest prince... has started a rebellion."

The eldest prince?
Li Su was stunned for a moment, then spoke coldly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There is no such thing as a crown prince..."

Her royal brother, the former crown prince, had already died that night.

But the guard's words were also filled with incomprehension and disbelief.

"It's true... He's alive. All of them are alive."

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If there were a practitioner at this moment who could reach the sky with human power, he would reach that almost unattainable height.

Looking down, one can see the vast land of the Great Flame Domain, with three gullies and cracks of varying depths.

It was like a beautiful painting with three cuts on it.

The three cracks are located in different directions of the scroll.

Left, center, right.

The earth roared three times.

All of them stretch for countless miles.

It almost runs through the entire territory of Da Yan.

The scroll turned again, and the scene seemed to be magnified in the newly appeared cracks.

The earth is cracked and crisscrossed with gullies. The continuous mountains are split in the middle, connecting to the earth veins and forming a bottomless sky.

The long river burst its banks, flooding the land and destroying all the fertile fields and houses.

Also destroyed along with it were countless... human lives.

This splendid painting representing Da Yan had three more black cracks at this moment, and then the picture was stained with bright red blood, which continued to soak, penetrate, and spread.

The black figure in the palm of his hand disappeared.

Ye Wuyou gently opened his eyes.

He couldn't figure out the cause of the earthquake, but he could see this scene.

But at the moment, no one asked him what was happening in the rear of Dayan.

Because at this moment, Yangguan is in complete chaos.

His slender five fingers gently grasped the handle of the knife, and then he suddenly slashed forward.

A figure wielding a knife came towards him and was crushed into powder in front of him.

The figure was wearing the armor of Dayan.

Ye Wuyou paused slightly, moved to the side, dodged the attack from behind, and then drew his sword with his backhand.

The blade pierced straight into the chest of the person behind him.

The energy is blooming.

No blood was spilled.

The human figure also turned into dust and disappeared.

Then he continued to move forward.

The figure was getting faster and faster, and the blade was constantly moving in the city.

Ye Wuyou will not show mercy.

Drawing a knife... means killing people?

Yes.

But someone will.

When countless dead figures reappear in the world, among them are even people you know, your former comrades-in-arms, your former companions, and relatives.

Your partner, your master, your parents.

Be your enemy.

What should be done?

This is the case inside Yangguan.

Two figures wearing the same armor and with similar faces bumped into each other at this moment.

A slightly younger soldier had a sad and complicated look on his face, his eyes full of disbelief, staring blankly at the figure in front of him who had been knocked to the ground by him.

The person he stepped on had a face that was 70% similar to his, but his eyes were lifeless and the wounds on his body did not even bleed a drop of blood.

Instead, there is the continuous drifting of ashes.

He held the knife in his hand, but he couldn't cut it down.

His dry lips trembled slightly, and two words came out of his throat.

"Father……"

The figure lying on the ground seemed to have a flicker in his lifeless eyes, and a hint of clarity seemed to have been restored.

A voice as difficult as the friction of tree bark came out from the person below him.

"Little... treasure?"

The young soldier was extremely conflicted and was about to make a ruthless decision when he was suddenly stunned.

When his father called him by his nickname, the man's face showed an expression of surprise or something else. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something.

But what responded to him was a knife slashing towards his head.

(End of this chapter)