C1 The Cracks in the Sky

The silent and dark void was ice-cold. Only the distant, cold starlight flickered and was speckled with spots of light. This place was a forbidden zone for life, but at this moment, there were a few figures standing in the air.

"Big brother, now that you are exhausted, do you still have the strength to fight? Just hand it over! It's not good if you accidentally hurt my nephew! " The one who spoke was a young man wearing a light blue robe. Two exquisite cloud patterns were embroidered on the two shoulders of his gown. Combined with his carving-like facial features, he appeared exceptionally handsome.

"Heh heh …" My good little brother, you have really good plans! Do you want that thing... "Don't even think about it!" A man standing not far in front of the man in blue clothes sneered as he spoke in a soft voice. Although her voice was soft, it was filled with endless complex emotions. There was heartache, there was sadness, and there was also regret …

This man was dressed in black and had a head of messy long hair that fluttered even in the absence of wind. His equally handsome face was devoid of blood, and traces of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered quite a heavy injury.

There was even a vicious wound on his back that cut diagonally from his right shoulder all the way to his left waist, almost slicing his body into two halves.

The black clothed man had a calm expression, as if the huge wounds on his body had no effect on him. His right hand held a sword, while his left hand held a baby carefully. A layer of green light covered the child, preventing him from being disturbed even a little.

The baby looked like it had just been born and was sleeping soundly. Its face was calm and it seemed to be unaware of the dangers of the outside world.

"Don't know what's good for you! Let's see how long you can last! "Go!" The blue-robed man let out a cold snort. A few black shadows suddenly appeared in the air, shooting towards the black-clothed man.

Right at this moment, the black-clothed man suddenly let out a long howl towards the sky, and an aura that seemed like it wanted to destroy the heavens and earth rose up from his body. That's right, he had indeed reached the end of his lifespan. These past few days, there had been no less than tens of thousands of battles. He had already used up all of his strength, and now he could only make one last effort.

"Self-detonation? "You madman …" The blue-robed man who had been holding onto his aura with a steady face had a drastic change in expression when he sensed it. With a curse, he quickly retreated into the air.

At this moment, it was clear to see that the black figures that had appeared earlier had also noticed. They hurriedly retreated far away, as they didn't want to lose their lives in vain.

"Hahaha …" Glancing at the retreating figures, the black-robed man let out a loud laugh. With a wave of the longsword in his right hand, a three-foot-long spatial tear appeared in front of him.

A violent space storm surged out from the crack, but it couldn't approach the black-clothed man at all. It only lifted up a few strands of his long hair.

Looking unwillingly at the child in his embrace, the black-clothed man did not hesitate anymore. He decisively put the infant into the spatial crack, and after that, with a wave of his left hand, the crack disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

"Bastard, you're about to die and you still dare to mess with me?" At this moment, the blue-clothed man realized that he had been tricked and once again called out to the few figures to surround him. He cursed angrily. However, this time around, they did not get too close. Clearly, they were afraid of the black-clothed man self-destructing.

The man in black lifted his head and looked contemptuously at the angry man in black. The corner of his mouth revealed a trace of ridicule, and immediately after, the aura around him began to fluctuate rapidly. The aura of annihilation he exuded was even stronger than before.

"Again? "Bastard!"

Boom!" An earth-shaking explosion accompanied by an extremely gorgeous burst of light shattered the coldness of this place, causing a trace of brilliance to appear in this deathly still space.

"… …"

A loud bird cry broke the silence of the mountain village. At the same time, the small courtyard's wooden door opened with a creak.

The person who came out was a capable and robust man who appeared to be around forty years old. He was wearing coarse clothes and was wearing short sleeves. He was tiptoeing around the place. The man turned around and carefully closed the door, as if he was afraid to wake up his wife who was sleeping soundly in the room.

Arriving at the sink in the courtyard, the man grabbed a handful of water and poured it on his square shaped face. He carelessly rubbed it a few times, then walked out of the gate with a large bucket beside the sink without drying himself.

The man's name was Wang Dazhu, and his family was a blacksmith. In the past few years, all the farm tools, the hunters' swords and bows and arrows had come from his hands, which made them sturdy and durable.

He was usually kind and kind. Today, he would help Grandpa Zhang build a house, and tomorrow, he would help Aunt Li to chop wood. His reputation in the village was very good, and everyone loved him. Most of the time, the men would work at home as blacksmiths. They would go out to hunt a few times a month to improve their food.

His wife was a daughter of the Old Yun Family in the village. She was very virtuous and the two of them lived happily ever after. However, the only drawback was that until now, there had not been a single man or woman. The villagers were all sighing in their hearts, but Dazhu didn't seem to care. However, no one knew that he would sigh a few times when he was alone.

He knew about his wife's body, but what could he do? The village head had seen her many times. He had also seen the town's pharmacists. There was nothing he could do!

If one had to blame someone, they could only blame the heavy rain from ten years ago. The pregnant wife, in order to give him an umbrella, accidentally fell and got pregnant. In order to prevent his wife from blaming himself, he never showed it in front of others.

As usual, Wang Dazhu came to the village's ancestral spring water fountain. Looking at the bubbling spring water, he could not help but smile.

Beside the water spring, there was a low stone tablet with two ancient words written crookedly on it. Although the large pillar did not recognize the ancient characters, it knew that it meant "divine spring."

"Perhaps it really was a divine gift! All the ancestors of the village had lived on this spring for generations. According to the previous generation, this spring had never dried up before. They didn't know if it would be possible for them to do so in the future … "Uh, what am I thinking? It has never withered before …" Wang Dazhu shook his head and suppressed this strange thought.

Just as he finished a bucket of water, he suddenly heard a strange sound, as if cloth was being torn apart.

"Sizzle …"

He unconsciously lifted his head and saw a scene that he would never forget. Even he forgot to breathe.

Not far away from him, the sky that had just lit up was like a piece of cotton. A hole had been forcefully torn open in the sky. A group of light green lights fell out and slowly landed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the crack in the sky disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

"Hu …"

After a long while, Wang Dazhu, whose face had turned a bit green, let out a long breath. He forgot to breathe just now, because he was almost suffocated to death.

He shifted his feet with great difficulty, stood up and took a few more breaths before his face looked a little better.

"What's going on? "This …" Dazhu mumbled unclearly.

What happened just now was too hard for him to accept. How could a crack suddenly appear in the perfectly fine sky? It was unbelievable, but this was happening right in front of their eyes.

What kind of joke was this? A crack in the sky?

"What is it?"

He looked curiously at the clump of stuff he had dropped. He wanted to look at it, but then he shook his head.

"Forget it, we should quickly leave this kind of strange matter." "When we go back, we must think of a way to make sure that the villagers do their best not to come here today …"

"But why does it look so much like … Forget it, let's just quickly leave. "

After making up his mind, Wang Dazhu decided to leave. He got another bucket of water and was ready to leave, but he couldn't get his feet out.