In the eyes of the figure behind him, he is Huang Yi.

In the eyes of the shadow emerging from the long river of time, he was Helfas.

He is both, but no matter which identity he has, he has nothing left. He can never return to the identity of Huang Yi, and he can never be the Black King again.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the road ahead, but suddenly found that he seemed to be unable to see anything.

"what happened?"

"I can't see anything."

"I can't hear again."

He seemed to be back in the black box again, unable to see or hear, and couldn't even shout.

But when he stumbled to the border, he was about to fall into the long river of time in despair and sink into the ring of eternal destiny.

Sudden.

A figure walked out from behind him, and the other person hugged him hard as he was about to fall into his destiny.

He took a step back and looked aside with empty eyes.

He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the familiar figure and the other person's temperature.

He asked in disbelief: "Purple?"

The other person walked around and gently grabbed his hand.

Looking at his face: "If you don't have where you want to go, just come with me!"

He looked at his hand and felt that the other person was really holding him. At this moment, he was truly sure that it was the other person.

He asked: "Where to go?"

Zi: "A world that belongs to both of us!"

He asked: "Where?"

Zi held his hand, turned around with him, and then stretched out her hand to point into the distance.

"Over there!"

"Did you see it?"

The dense shadows in front of him gave way one after another, revealing a road leading to the farthest place.

He raised his head.

The golden sea of ​​flowers spreads along the feet, passing through the light range of the eternal stars, and finally reaches the place where fate cannot interfere.

He looked hard into the distance, the golden light saturating his eyes and putting the "scene" in the distance into his mind.

A blue planet was reflected in his pupils.

The planet zoomed in, and he saw tall buildings and a sea of ​​people.

That is the earth and his homeland.

He was stunned for a long time after seeing it, then he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Um!"

He said.

"I saw it, it's the earth."

"It's not destroyed, I can go back."

Huang Yi smiled, but tears shed from the corners of his eyes. He kept saying that he could go back, as if the long journey of pursuit was just a dream.

What you see now is reality.

But at this time, he didn't see that his posture was exactly the same as that of the prison bird in the past. He might also know, but nothing mattered anymore.

He turned his head, and the shadow of the other party gradually appeared in his pupils, with the same hair color as his name, and those gentle eyes looking at him.

He held the other person's hand firmly, as if he had reached out from the pillar to grab the other person's hand.

That was the only thing he could hold on to in the end.

As long as he can hold the other person's hand and as long as that figure is still by his side, nothing can make him feel more at ease than this.

He said.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go back together."

He stepped forward.

And as he walked forward, the golden light began to emerge continuously, spreading wider and wider.

The figures around him began to transform from vague shadows into real and flesh-and-blood existences.

That dream.

That's illusory.

Everything is gradually becoming reality.

He walked at the front, and countless people followed him, walking forward happily.

Towards their "hometown".

——

Under the eternal stars.

Yin Shen stood quietly, watching Huang Yi walk away little by little and pass by him.

The other party is dragging the golden light and shadow, and it is getting longer and longer.

Each figure became real under the golden light of miracle, and became more and more numerous.

until.

They are overwhelming and countless.

Yin Shen stood under the stars and watched the sea of ​​people passing by in a mighty way. He listened to those people speaking words he was familiar with and talking about terms that only he and Huang Yi knew.

"Finally I can go back."

"Earth."

"Is the earth still like that? Has nothing changed?"

"Is our home still there? Are the rivers in our hometown and the streets of our past still there?"

"It won't change, it won't change, it will still be the same as before."

The vast sea of ​​​​people and the lively and noisy scene formed a sharp contrast with him alone.

Huang Yi took everything he had with him and walked out of the circle of fate little by little, heading towards a darker and more desolate place.

Go to the black box and origin that belongs to him.

Toward their hometown.

at last.

Huang Yi stood at the end of the blanket of fate and suddenly called out the name of the Creator.

"Yin Shen!"

Yin Shen raised his head and looked over, only to see the other person's back.

Huang Yi had a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to wake up: "I want to have a never-ending dream, and I hope you can get everything you want."

Yin Shen: "Dreams will always come to an end."

But Huang Yi said: "Then let's do it again. Who said we wouldn't be able to reach the end?"

Yin Shen: "I hope I am not in your dream."

Huang Yi did not answer.

Just like that, it disappeared under the light of the eternal stars.

Entering that piece of nothingness, it was his anchor point and coordinate outside the universe.

Only this time, he is no longer imprisoned in the origin.

He has miraculous powers.

The range of power extruded by the eternal stars collapsed and sank, squeezing everything into a starting point, and also involved Huang Yi in the infinitely shrinking vortex.

Huang Yi's body leaned down at the origin, holding the book in his arms.

He closed his eyes, but the power of miracle penetrated the origin.

The things in the origin leaked from the heights to the dimensions below, blowing up the dream like a balloon. The illusory dream jumped out of nothingness and turned into a painting.

Then, it transformed from a painting into a three-dimensional existence, and then the boundaries of the painting extended endlessly, seemingly without an end.
To be continued...