diskusbooks Chapter 369
Chapter 369
Chapter 369
The five-colored liquid in the sky seemed to be missing something and was dripping down, unable to solidify. Some players noticed this and quickly shouted in the world chat: "Family! The five-colored liquid won't solidify, what do we do!"
"Ahhh, story-driven players, come out and analyze this!"
"Ahhh, Buzhou Mountain is experiencing a landslide! What should we do? What should we do?!"
"Stop asking questions, hurry up and block it!"
Many players frantically rushed to the landslide site on Buzhou Mountain to block it with their own bodies, and one by one they pushed their way up, managing to straighten the mountain.
At that moment, tears streamed down everyone's faces, because when they looked back, all they saw were people. They were fighting like madmen, stepping on each other's heads, holding hands, even with veins bulging. Some players were even pulled in two and killed, only to rush back to the main city without stopping.
"Waaaaah, I've never been this great in my life."
"Has anyone found a solution yet? Waaaaah, my Buzhou Mountain!"
Over there, Nuwa flew into the sky.
Suddenly, a green health bar appeared in the player's line of sight.
This change has left everyone bewildered.
After Nuwa approached the sky, she lifted the five-colored liquid mass of stone from the largest hole with both hands, and incidentally used one foot to help the player straighten Mount Buzhou.
Yes, in the last few minutes, the players managed to build up Buzhou Mountain.
At this moment, Nuwa's health bar dropped rapidly in the player's eyes, and her body began to melt into the five-colored stone liquid, which gradually solidified.
At this moment, the players seemed to understand the meaning of the event title: When everyone is of one mind, even the gods will not fall!
"Beauty, get down here and let me go!"
One player shouted and charged into the sky, instantly melting into the five-colored liquid mass of stones.
However, after he melted into it, his body disappeared, and his consciousness arrived in the chaotic space where the activity began.
He quickly shouted in the world chat: "Players rushing into the five-colored liquid mass is useful, please save my Goddess Nuwa!"
The world has changed.
Some players crashed into the five-colored stones, while others pulled Nuwa out.
Nuwa's hands and one foot had disappeared into the five-colored stone, so the player used the five-colored stone to create new hands and one leg for her.
"Family members, Nuwa created me before, and now I've created Nuwa and sacrificed myself. I'm so happy."
"Me too, I felt so bland and lost in life, but at this moment I felt great."
"This is the first time I've been so resolute. I never knew I could be so resolute!"
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In the end, the sky was repaired, Nuwa lived on, and Mount Buzhou did not collapse.
The clouds in the sky were even more dazzling, and Mount Buzhou shimmered with a sparkling light.
Nuwa smiled and lay asleep on the earth, her body transforming into countless points of light to repair the broken world.
Her smile was one of relief and contentment, as well as happiness and satisfaction.
A huge inscription appeared in the sky:
In the beginning of all things, birds, beasts, and humans planted trees. The fragrance of flowers fills the vast land, and the beauty of rivers and mountains is breathtaking; what could possibly move one's heart?
You swear: The hearts of men are the hearts of all!
Many of the characters are transformed from auspicious seven-colored clouds into lively, colorful magpie-shaped birds that fly and change one by one.
Players who weren't involved watched the whole thing, honestly recording the spectacle. It was so dreamlike that they forgot to breathe, staring blankly, not even bothering to adjust their camera angles.
The most direct beauty strikes the soul without warning, and after the first wave of impact comes the powerful impact of language, which carries proverbs and reflections directly. They are also part of the proverbs, recorded in the sky, in the flight paths of countless birds transformed from colorful clouds.
At this moment, those who remained stood there somewhat bewildered, their tears turning into starlight that gradually gathered in the mountains and rivers beneath their feet.
It seems like I did everything even though I didn't do anything.
The gentle breeze left them with something beautiful, and as bystanders, they enjoyed a magnificent spectacle.
Five short hours felt like centuries.
In the last second of the countdown, a dragon and a phoenix flew in from the horizon, showering down countless auspicious omens.
Flowers bloom across the land, their fragrance filling the air. Greenery spreads rapidly through the desolate world, recovering as if it were a child eager to shake off the memories of disaster. Occasionally, one might even mistake it for a valley leaping about, accidentally revealing the roots of yellow earth from the abyss.
This part can only be seen in-game by players who are merely spectators and did not participate in any part of this short-term event. The official Qingfengyi channel also started a live stream for this part, and with player streams, there were many streams available.
Almost every live stream was packed with viewers, many of whom were moved to tears, realizing for the first time that prolonged indifference could change. The fitness trackers and smart devices they'd worn for years had emotional fluctuation alarm functions.
What in this world is most beautiful and can move the heart?
Only the human heart, only the benevolent heart!
While the players were still engrossed in the live stream, they suddenly found themselves in the main city, now in their own player bodies. Looking at their original characters again, they felt a sense of disorientation; it all felt like a bizarre dream, ending so abruptly.
But the lingering aftertaste is the most intense, leaving one unable to calm down for a long time.
At this moment, hundreds of immortals gathered in the sky, their radiance dazzling, accompanied by the roars of mythical beasts and the bursts of fireworks. The figures of the immortals gradually faded, and Lin Shuying's ethereal image appeared, dressed in a black cheongsam embroidered with gold peonies, paired with a dark green velvet shawl. On her feet were embroidered shoes in the same color scheme as the cheongsam; the flat embroidered shoes, paired with the cheongsam, somehow appeared as beautiful, elegant, and noble as high heels.
Her hair was gently tied up and a bamboo hairpin was inserted.
In the video, she slowly walks to a bamboo chair and sits down. "I don't know if everyone will be able to see this video. If you do, it's probably the last time I'll meet you all. I'm using a forward-looking vision of the future to meet you in this present I can't know. If this is the video you unlock, I feel very peaceful. I also hope that you will carry the gentle breeze I left you with into your own gentle breeze-like future."
Oh, world, I so dislike time here, yet I greedily occupy it, bringing things here that I don't even know if they belong here. I don't know if I've disturbed your world as much as you've disturbed mine, but I'm still happy to know you like me, so sincerely bringing the beauty I love here.
I used to tell my parents that as long as I had the hairpins I liked, and could make the hairpins and beautiful clothes I loved, I would abandon the whole world, even my parents. Back then, my parents would chase after me and beat me, but the more they beat me, the more determined I became. So, I resolutely became a hairpin maker, embarking on a journey of creating exquisite garments. I never thought I'd miss my parents, whom I only saw a few times a year, or my home, whom I only saw a few times a year, or my hometown…
Since arriving here, I've thought about it every single day, every single moment, every single second. Looking back, every little detail in Qingfengyi is a reflection of my thoughts. I really hate you all. I'm sorry for saying such rude things, but I've wanted to say this for a long time. I miss home so much. At this moment, I'm actually a little happy; I'm leaving. I don't know if I'll ever be able to return to my hometown. I hope you never experience the pain of homesickness, never understand what longing truly means.
Flowers bloom every spring, but this year is different. Withered blossoms hasten the ripening of fruit; Heaven asks, "Why?" The flowers reply, "Spring is late," and in vain, all is lost.