System Message: You have entered the Realm of the Sun.

The Plains of the Dead Sun, vast and boundless, the terrain is flat, the grass and trees are vague, the sky hangs a round of remnant sun, exuding a dim light, from a distance it looks like a layer of paved red veil, everywhere is filled with a desolate ending artistic conception, it seems that the hero is twilight, old age and decline.

Is this the Plains of the Sun, which ranks eighth among the Twenty Fierce Lands?

There is an ancient legend about the origin of the sun, according to legend, the lord of the sun is the sun god who brings light and warmth to the world, is a great and selfless god, because of the fall of a goddess and heartbroken, forget his duty, so as to fall resentment, no longer the great and selfless sun god, all the grievances condensed into a peerless place, he named the origin of the sun, called himself the lord of the sun.

As for the detailed plot, there is no clear official explanation, and it is impossible to know who the goddess is and why she fell? There are unexplained stories in it, which make people think about it.

"Cause and effect boss, the eighth-ranked Dead Sun Plains doesn't seem to be in any danger." The white bones built the city and looked around, looking puzzled, except for the artistic conception of desolation and twilight constantly invading their minds, which made people feel sad, it did not cause substantial damage, and no powerful monsters appeared.

"Since it's a fierce place, it's definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface." Yunguo opened the eyes of the sky, looked through the thousands of miles, and was still vast, revealing the meaning of desolation and twilight everywhere, constantly tugging at the heartstrings, making people involuntarily integrate into its grief, producing an indescribable pain. Like losing both parents, or losing a beloved wife......

The grief of the Lord of the Dead Sun can affect the state of mind of others, who can understand his grief, he must love and love that goddess very much. Died for love, the Lord of the Dead Sun is a god worthy of respect.

Yun Guo stepped on the blood-colored clouds, built the city with white bones, and galloped to explore the Plains of the Dead Sun and find the old man. The more they moved forward, the more grief they felt, and the two of them were depressed for a while, lost their souls, and wanted to cry loudly. Gradually, I found that the meaning of grief silently invaded the depths of my soul, recognized people and sank, and a strong crisis arose from which I could never recover. This discovery is not trivial, and it makes Yun Guo feel terrible about this grief.

My heart is eternal, and all thoughts are inviolable!

Yun Guo's heart is firm, the divine aura is overflowing, and he walks out of the deep sadness in an instant, and his soul is extremely sublimated, and his spirit is flying. At the same time, the heart of creation is opened, and the divine breath covers the white bones to build the city, helping him to get rid of the artistic conception of grief.

"Life is bitter, death is bitter, love is even more bitter; Leave the injury, don't hurt, the love is even more hurt, ask why the love in the world is, only let people promise life and death? At this time, a sound of vicissitudes of life came slowly, causing the resonance of the grief in the original of the sun, producing a vision of life and death, filled with grief and pain, which made people extremely depressed, since there were signs of collapse.

The city of white bones could not withstand the invasion of the grief conception, and his spirit was sluggish, his eyes were blank, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Build a city with white bones, hold on to the original god, the heart is like stopping water, the waves are not alarmed, the heart is like a mirror, and all thoughts are not touched......" Yun Guo sang loudly, the whole body was full of divine breath, and all laws did not invade, driving away the artistic conception of grief and blocking it ten meters away.

"Thank you, Boss Karma." The heart of the white bone building city is also very firm, with the help of Yun Guo, he walked out of the grief and artistic conception, took a deep breath, and his heart palpitated, the fierce land is really not covered, if it is not the boss, I don't know how to die.

The two of them walked all the way, flying in the vast and boundless Plains of the Dead Sun. An hour later, a huge platform appeared in front of the two of them, on which sat a gray-haired old man, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Old Man: Level 350, realm pharaoh, longevity is approaching.

Yun Guo lost his long-range reconnaissance, and he was overjoyed, and finally found the old man. When the two came to the high platform, the old man didn't seem to notice, and he still didn't move, like an old monk in a fixed place, and the ancient well did not wave.

"Senior Cang......" Yun Guo shouted a few times, and the old man opened his eyes, and a pair of chaotic eyes looked at Yun Guo and the two, revealing a curious color, and said in surprise: "How did you get here, didn't the grief of the Lord of the Dead Sun hurt your hearts?" ”

"My heart is eternal, and all laws will not invade, let alone a wisp of grief." Yun Guo said confidently.

The old man nodded, and said with a burst of loss: "To reach the eternity of my heart, how easy it is to say, you can come here, it means that you have strong willpower, it is really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, I used to be a generation of Dharma gods, just because I entered the Plain of the Dead Sun, immersed in the sad artistic conception of the Lord of the Dead Sun, resulting in the injury of the soul, the realm fell to the Pharaoh, if I can't get out of the sad artistic conception, I can't return to the peak in this life." ”

Yun said: "In this way, Cang's predecessors are here to break through the shackles of grief and artistic conception, find the former divine soul, and return to a generation of law gods. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that I don't have much to live, I'm afraid there is little hope." The old man said pessimistically.

Yun said: "It's okay, I can help my predecessors get out of the shadow of grief." ”

"Can you help me get out of the grief of the Lord of the Sun?" The old man couldn't believe Yun Guo's words, how could an immortal master have such a copy, even if it was an immortal, you must know that the Lord of the Dead Sun is an existence as powerful as the Five Emperors, and his grief is not trivial, and it is not something that ordinary immortals can crack.

Yun Guo smiled confidently, didn't say anything, and directly proved with his actions, activated the blessing of the great god of creation, opened the heart of creation, and exuded a divine aura of greatness, selflessness, fraternity, etc., as if the great god of creation came and all things worshipped. Suddenly, the meaning of grief came to naught in front of the divine breath of the creator god, and there was no sorrow and no pain, full of peace.

What is the concept of the great god of creation, he is the father of the heavens, the king of the gods, the lord of the sun and his level are 108,000 miles apart, the two are not the same at all, as soon as the divine breath of the great god of creation comes out, it is effortless to dissolve grief.

"You are the Child of Creation!" The old man's heart trembled, and he knelt down towards Yunguo, with a pious face.

"The creation of the great peace, forever enjoy the family, no sorrow and no pain, a pure land, I use the sacred will of the creation god to resolve the grief in the hearts of the predecessors, the predecessors have not yet woken up!" Yun Guo said in the end, he drank suddenly, and woke up the old man with a blow on the head.

"The son of creation, if the old decay can come out of the shadow of grief, he must follow him to the death." The old man glanced at Yun Guo gratefully, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, letting go of his heart to contain the divine breath and cleansing the shadows in his heart.

Greatness, selflessness, fraternity, supreme ...... The divine meaning is like the rising sun, shining brightly, bringing warmth and hope. In an instant, the old man's heart was sublimated to the extreme, and suddenly opened, a piece of light, and the meaning of grief disappeared silently, turned into no shadow, and there was no longer grief or pain.