Wuhun: Desert Death on the left hand, the world on the right hand

The rugged mountain road twists and turns, white clouds rush all the way, and his mother's kind face keeps appearing in his mind. When he left his hometown, he was only six years old. Now six years have passed, he has grown into a twelve-year-old boy, and his height has also grown a lot.

"Mother, I am an unfilial son. I come back to see you only now!" Bai Yun muttered silently in his heart. He walked faster, wishing he could fly to his mother's side immediately.

Ten days later, Bai Yun saw the familiar crooked old locust tree at the entrance of the village from afar, and he was excited. However, when he walked into the village, he found that the scene before him made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

The once familiar and bustling village was now dead silent, with dilapidated houses, barren fields and overgrown weeds, and not a single human being in sight.

"This...how is this possible?!" Bai Yun couldn't believe his eyes. He rushed into the village and searched house by house, but there was nothing except ruins.

"Mother! Mother! Where are you?" Bai Yun roared in despair. His voice echoed in the empty village, but received no response.

There had been no one here for at least three years. Could it be that something had happened in the village? When Bai Yun thought about the possibility that his mother might have met with an accident, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he could hardly breathe.

"Mom, where are you? Please come out soon!" Bai Yun stumbled towards home, his heart filled with fear and despair.

When he opened the door, he saw a dilapidated courtyard. The familiar furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust. The corner of the courtyard that was once full of flowers was now only covered with dead branches and leaves. Bai Yun collapsed on the ground, his mind constantly flashing back to the bits and pieces of his time with his mother. He could no longer control his tears and burst out.

"Yun'er, you must promise your mother that you will always be a kind and upright person."

"Yun'er, you must remember that the power of a soul master is not used to do evil, but to protect the weak and help others."

"Yun'er, don't worry. Although I am timid, I am definitely not a coward. If that day ever comes, I will never drag you down. But I also want to know if I can enter your little world and hide there if the crisis comes, so that you can have a chance of survival."

My mother’s gentle words still seem to echo in my ears, but now, everything has changed. The once warm home has turned into a pile of ruins, and my mother is nowhere to be found.

"Child, child, what's wrong with you?" An old voice came from behind him. Bai Yun turned around blankly and saw an old lady with a wrinkled face but eyes full of concern. "What happened?"

"Auntie, this village, it..." Bai Yun's voice choked, "Please tell me, okay? Please!" He spoke incoherently, holding the aunt's hand tightly, as if holding on to the last ray of hope.

The old lady sighed and gently patted the back of Baiyun's hand, her cloudy eyes full of sadness: "What a sin... Child, this is a long story, about three years ago..."

Three years ago, mankind's greed for soul beasts finally brought revenge. Five hundred thousand year old soul beasts led the herd and caused a catastrophe. Countless villages were destroyed and countless lives were lost.

"No! Impossible!" Bai Yun shook off the old lady's hand and stumbled back, his eyes full of bloodshot. "Mother! Mother!" He didn't want to believe it, and couldn't believe it. He stumbled out of the ruins and searched desperately among the broken walls, even if there was only a glimmer of hope...

However, the reality is cruel. Bai Yun searched the entire village but still found no clues about his mother. There were no signs of fighting in the village, nor any signs of escape, as if everyone had disappeared without a trace overnight.

Despair, fear, helplessness, all kinds of negative emotions surged into his heart like a tide. Bai Yun could no longer hold on. He fell to his knees, howling to the sky, his eyes blurred with tears.

At this moment, Bai Yun suddenly felt something at his feet. He looked down and found it was a piece of worn cloth with an exquisite cloud pattern embroidered on it. This was exactly what he had embroidered for his mother when he was six years old!

"This... this is my mother's clothes!" Bai Yun picked up the cloth with trembling hands and pressed it tightly against his chest, tears welling up in his eyes again. He was sure that this was his mother's clothes, and the appearance of this piece of cloth also confirmed his aunt's guess that a catastrophe had indeed occurred here three years ago, and his mother might have...

Bai Yun didn't dare to think any further. He clutched the piece of cloth tightly, his heart filled with grief and self-blame. If he hadn't left home, if he could have come back earlier, perhaps he could have prevented this tragedy from happening, and perhaps he could have protected his mother...

"Mother! I am unfilial! I come back late!" Bai Yun fell to his knees, crying out to the empty village over and over again, his voice filled with endless sadness and regret.

The setting sun was like blood, stretching Bai Yun's lonely figure to be particularly long. His cries echoed in the empty village for a long time, as if telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this human tragedy...

"Child, don't cry. The dead cannot be resurrected... Come, have some hot porridge." An old voice sounded in his ears, and the kind-hearted old lady squatted down beside Baiyun with a bowl of porridge.

Bai Yun's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Thank you... I'm not hungry..."

The old lady put the bowl of porridge aside, her cloudy eyes looking into the distance, as if recalling something, and whispered: "Child, I have seen a lot of things, and you and your mother have suffered such a miserable life more than once or twice... Hey, what are your plans for the future?"

"Auntie, you're right. I can't just stay depressed like this." Bai Yun took a deep breath, trying to calm his sad emotions, his tone revealing a firmness, "I must become stronger!" He clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.

The aunt looked at him kindly and nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes. "Child, it's good that you can figure it out." She patted Bai Yun's hand gently and said earnestly, "In this world, the strong prey on the weak. Only when you become strong can you protect yourself and the people you want to protect."

Bai Yun thought of the void bugs that chose to self-destruct in order to protect him in his previous life, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. "It was like this in my previous life. The void bugs self-destructed for me, the Lord God, just to give me a chance to survive."

He murmured in a low voice, his tone full of sadness and self-blame. "In this life, the mother I swore to protect is also dead." Bai Yun closed his eyes in pain, tears welling up again, "If I had promised my mother to send her to my Bai Yun Realm, none of this would have happened..." He pounded the ground fiercely, regret and self-blame almost swallowed him.

"All this is because I'm not strong enough!" Bai Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of determination, "If I was strong enough, I could even stand on time, reverse time and space, and pull my mother out of the moment of death!" He swore secretly, with a hint of madness and persistence in his tone, he wanted to become strong, strong enough to control everything and never let the tragedy happen again!