An endless stretch of ruins appeared above the Fog Lake. It was already late autumn and winter, and there was no concept of time. It was as if time had yet to be observed. The moonlight shone on the ground, covering the lake of fog like a silver veil.
Fantasy Village only existed in fantasy. Everything that could exist could exist in Fantasy Village.
Fantasy Village, which was the same as the past, was slightly different today. A black-haired youth stood on the ruins and looked up. The surroundings were extremely empty, and it seemed that time had exceeded ten thousand years.
"Where is this place?" Eight Cloud Traces pressed his aching temples and looked around. He saw the lake that was filled with fog. What was unbelievable was that the originally simple lake was no longer simple in his golden pupils.
"This is! Realm?"
Inhaling a breath of cold air, Eight Cloud Trace looked at the broken lake surface and held up a hand of water. Although the water was cold, it had a feeling of death. He muttered," Dead water."”
Raising his head, the fog around him dispersed. He gradually began to adapt to the influence of this body. It was as if he could affect this environment even if he raised his hand and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand. He touched the surface of the lake lightly, and the reflection in his pupils suddenly changed. Countless lines began to overlap. Seeing this scene, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness." Change, Lake of Fog, return to your original appearance."”
The ice on the lake melted. Moonlight shone through the mist and shone on the surface of the lake. The surrounding water plants grew rapidly and soon filled the lake. However, no matter what he did, the lake was dead. Without its master, the lake was no longer the same lake.
"Trace, you're messing around again." A very pleasant voice entered his ears. There was a familiar feeling. It was a resonance from his bloodline.
"Big sister?" Eight Cloud Traces frowned slightly, and a strong stream of information appeared in his mind. The lake of fog in front of him was no longer like this.
A girl in a Taoist robe stood in the center of Fantasy Village. A witch under her feet raised the imperial coin. White fog suddenly rose, and a huge five-clawed golden dragon appeared in the sky. It was hidden in the sky, and the rolling thunder was its low roar.
His thoughts turned again, and Eight Cloud Traces smacked his lips. He saw his birth and that terrifying gap. He jumped in, and the fantasy village behind him was destroyed by the dragon. The fantasy village was no longer the fantasy village.
"Traces, this lake doesn't have an owner, so it can't be resurrected.”
The girl in a Daoist robe gently stroked Eight Clouds 'black hair, and a drop of sparkling tears fell from her exquisite face.
Eight Clouds Trace raised his head and saw Eight Clouds Purple's face. She was wearing a white hat with a bowknot ribbon tied to it. Her golden eyes revealed endless sorrow, and time flowed in her pupils.
"Then how can we revive it?”After digesting the memories, the Eight Cloud Traces asked unnaturally.
"Find the owner of the Mist Lake, and the lake will be resurrected. Find all the girls in Fantasy Village, and Fantasy Village will be resurrected completely.”Eight Clouds Purple's face was filled with worry. She sighed," Didn't you already know about this?”
"I want to find those missing girls from Fantasy Village and let Fantasy Village regain its vitality.”
Eight Cloud Traces had a serious expression. After he said this, the entire star flickered non-stop. The light emitted by the moonlight shone on the entire Fantasy Village.
"Is this an oath?" Eight Clouds Purple was stunned. Then, he looked at the Eight Clouds Trace in front of him. At this moment, the Eight Clouds Trace was exactly the same as the Eight Clouds Trace he usually saw, but there were also some differences.
"Let me fulfill your wish.”
Suddenly, the Eight Cloud Traces smiled, and everything around them became illusory. Moonlight shone down, and the layers of light were incomparably dazzling. In the distance, there seemed to be fairies dancing. Fantasy Village began to move violently. At this moment, Fantasy Village was illuminated by the quiet moonlight, and it was as if it was daytime. The mountains in the distance could be clearly seen in the night, and the broken Fantasy Village began to heal.
"Do you know how serious this oath is?”Eight Clouds 'purple eyes stared at Eight Clouds Trace, wanting to see something from his eyes.
"I know. This is an oath, an oath that must be fulfilled. This world is also working hard for this oath, isn't it?”
Eight Cloud Traces smiled and said. When he attacked, the surrounding weeds were lush and green, and tender buds sprouted. At this moment, all kinds of flowers bloomed.
"But do you know how long it will take to work hard? Can you endure that long period of suffering? You're not even seventeen yet."
"But I've grown up, haven't I? To be honest, I recalled everything. How Fantasy Village was destroyed and how I was born. Perhaps I can succeed this time!”Eight Clouds said faintly.
Her long black hair welcomed the wind, and the lake of fog in front of her became extremely deep. The surface of the lake reflected the starry sky, and even if the wind blew past, it would not leave a trace.
Soon, the Mist Lake would wake up.
Eight Cloud Traces thought.
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