Collapse of Iron: Cultivating the Star God was exposed, breaking the defense of Ruan Mei

The cold snow of winter swept over the people of Beloberg

The

frost made the cheeks red, the flesh and blood tightened, and the muscles and bones ached

Let the spirit of the people of Beloberg gradually sink into numbness

The

numb people wander on an eternal snowy night journey, not knowing the beginning or the end.

Some people are parted on this journey, some people suffer hunger in the cold winter nights

Some people die in the lower realms due to poverty, and some people are impaled in the upper realms by the blades of elder-bounded creatures.

Everybody is dying, everybody is suffering, everybody is crying out for it.

Even the short-lived pleasure will eventually melt away in the wind and snow, and the preservation of the shelter will not make the pain disappear.

There is only suffering in the world, and the meaning of all existence is suffering.

The anguish of the people of Beloberg turned into thoughts, and he poured out so numbly.

Fight against the cold wave that doesn't know when it will end,

It's like walking on a road full of frost, constantly pushing a boulder up the mountain.

Only by pushing the boulder to the top of the mountain will the cold wave end and spring will arrive

Even if you push the boulder to the top of the mountain for a short time, it will eventually roll down the mountain again.

This is a never-ending, repetitive suffering, a spring that can never be reached

There is nothing more painful than this hopeless thing.

But at this moment, a blue crow cut through the wind and snow, crossed the cold wave, and stood on top of the boulder

He looked at the innumerable people of Beloberg, desperately and numbly pushing the boulder, and began his song

He celebrates this never-ending change and declares that the cold wave is part of the eternal change

The cold will eventually turn into warmth, and the winter will eventually return to the spring

The long night is the harbinger of the morning light, and the snow field is the seed of the pear blossom.

All repetition will eventually change, and only change in life will not change.

The praise of the blue crow is so loud, so demagoguery

Even the people of Beloberg, who were already numb to the pain, couldn't help but raise their heads to listen to the true meaning of the change.

The stubborn rock, which could never push the mountain, fell apart, and the whole mountain disintegrated in constant change.

The

snowflakes falling in the cold wave are constantly changing, turning into pear blossoms and blooming on the ground

Even the gray and numb thoughts of pain were dyed with a changing blue at this moment.

Bronya's eyes widened as she watched the shocking scene in front of her

The humanoid holding the star core, with a thousand hands and a thousand faces, was only lightly touched by the scepter stretched out from the fireworks, and then it fell apart

The gray colors melted into the air, and the wails changed into laughter and singing

Even the bone-chilling pain that had just echoed in Bronya's body turned into a warm comfort.

The star core slammed down on the altar, and those gray colors retreated into the core, shivering.

The figure in the blue fireworks giggled

He came out of the fire and came into the world.

In

an instant, Bronya saw a thousand gestures

A white snake with ever-changing scales, a lamp god made of blue smoke, a brilliant colored glow, a giant made up of thousands of faces, a faceling in a suit, a god with a bird's head and a robe, a cat between life and death, a military advisor sitting on a four-wheeled vehicle with a feather fan, a man with black hair and black eyes...

He changes every second, and if you don't look closely, He looks like a ..... A bunch of game bugs with chaotic overlapping models.

He giggled and held out what might be called a hand at the core.

The star core was suddenly swallowed up by thousands of crystals that reflected the mirror light.

He pinched the crystal and took it into his arms in a way that Bronya couldn't see.

Then the blue fireworks engulfed it and turned into a hazy shadow.

"Wait, my lord, don't go yet, old man!"

Carlos, the Lifeweaver, waved the Staff of Tomorrow in his hand and shouted at the flickering Lord of Change in midair.

Bronya vaguely saw the Lord of Change turn his head.

"You old man brought me with you!" shouted Carlos the Lifeweaver.

"Get out. Thousands of voices overlapped each other and resounded around everyone.

Everyone suddenly felt dizzy, and the scene in front of them changed vaguely.

By the time Bronya barely regained some consciousness, the blue fireworks in the sky had long since disappeared.

On the ground, outside Beloberg, Sambo held his mask and watched the blue fireworks pass across the night sky again.

"It's a rare blessing ......

."

Sambo wiped the sweat from his hair and muttered under his breath.

Others don't know, but he, as a masked fool, does

The

one who just came to Beloberg, but the god of music above his own head, is vying for the title of "the master of all liars in the universe".

In other words, they are competing for overlapping parts of their fate.

He didn't shoot his masked fool to death, and Sambo was so thankful.

"However, the arrival of the Demon Lord of All Transformations and his old man himself has brought about any change to Beloberg. "

Sambo pinched his chin, a little puzzled.

Tick .....

Sambo's nose itched, and he touched his nose in confusion.

"Water?" Sambo had a confused look in his eyes

He couldn't help but look up ......

Boundless droplets of water fell from the clouds, and Sambo's eyes widened suddenly

"It's raining, it's raining, it's raining?"

(I look like I'm about to hit the shelves!).