At the intersection of Daxia and the mountains and seas, on a savanna, with a radius of dozens of kilometers, there is not even a shadow of a ghost.

The figures of Ren Jie and Ming Xia appeared.

I saw Ming Xia taking two steps towards the mountain and sea realm, then paused and looked back:

"Where are you going after you send me back?"

Ren Jie spread his hands: "I don't know...how about taking a walk? It's dawn, I...it's just me."

Ming Xia grinned, turned around, and pulled Ren Jie to sit casually on a huge dead tree stump on the grassland.

He also sat on it!

"Instead of wasting time traveling to unknown destinations, why don't I have a drink with you!"

"Here~"

While talking, the singing cicada took out two large yellowed bamboo tubes from his arms and propped them up on the tree stump.

Ren Jie was stunned, then smiled helplessly: "Just drink some!"

"What kind of wine is this?"

Ming Xia said proudly: "This is my father's treasure. He told me that when the wine is ready, I will pour it on his grave so that he can taste it~"

"I can't even find his grave for the woolen yarn. You can't blame me for that. I can only taste it for him reluctantly!"

After he finished speaking, he took out his sword and cut out two stone cups. He filled them with fine wine and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

The corner of Ren Jie's mouth twitched: "You are really a filial son, what? Just drink it dry? Didn't you order anything to go with the food?"

Ming Xia raised his eyebrows: "What else do you want? Cover me in flour, throw it into a pan, fry it until golden on both sides, take it out, and give you a plate of fried cicadas, okay?"

"Aren't you a local foodie? Just grab a handful of local food from the ground and eat it?"

Ren Jie rolled his eyes: "It's not impossible!"

Then he grabbed the wine glass, clinked it with Ming Xia, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The spicy feeling spreads all over the mouth, as if a line of fire flows down the esophagus into the stomach, and then... the stomach feels warm.

The strong alcoholic drink made Ren Jie's face turn red and he coughed twice: "Ahem~ Are you sure this isn't industrial alcohol?"

Ming Xia also grinned: "What are you afraid of? With your physique, you can't die even if you drink methanol, let alone ethanol..."

While talking, he poured another cup for Ren Jie and continued: "I know you are unhappy. If you have any ideas, don't hold it back. Just tell me!"

"I really think you handled this battle very well. If it were me, I might not be able to win..."

Ren Jie raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and laughed: "Are you awesome? I really don't think I am awesome..."

"I just place the chess pieces on the chessboard where they should be, and watch them fight, or win...or leave..."

"Even I am a chess piece, and I... don't know who I am playing chess with."

"A lot of people have left along the way. I thought that as long as I became stronger, I would be able to keep the people I wanted to keep..."

"But...to this day, I still can't keep it..."

"Sometimes, I really wonder, is all this really meaningful? If in the end, I win the game, but I don't have a piece in my hand..."

"Have I really...won? I am worthy of the world and this era, but...am I worthy of myself?"

"I have no idea…"

As he spoke, Ren Jie drank another glass of strong wine, and a numbing feeling surged through his body. He felt that his whole body had relaxed, and his soul seemed to be temporarily separated from his body.

Ming Xia wiped his nose: "To be honest... my experience is far less than yours. I spend most of my time thinking about it instead of doing it..."

"When Dad left, I thought about it just like you. He lurked underground for many springs and autumns, just to ring that summer, and then died..."

"Is his life really meaningful?"

"Once... I hated myself for being a cicada, and I also hated my father for bringing me to this world and following the same path as him..."

Having said this, Mingxia drank a drink himself, and the stone cup hit the tree stump heavily with a "click" sound.

I saw Mingxia looking at Ren Jie with burning eyes:

"It wasn't until I broke out of the ground that I realized that all of this was meaningful!"

"My dad has been gone for some years, but every time I hear people talking about him, see the abyss he slashed, and see those mountain bosses using my dad's sword energy...

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"Every time... my heart feels so happy that it explodes!"

"That's my dad? He really left his own legend that summer, and everything he did that summer is still affecting the world today!"

"He is no longer here, but...he is still there!"

Speaking of this, Ming Xia's face was filled with relief:

“The cicadas have been chirping all summer long, but if they don’t chirp, it will be a blockbuster!”

"Ren Jie...I am a cicada! And every creature living in the world is a cicada..."

Ren Jie looked at Ming Xia in confusion: "Cicada...?"

Mingxia smiled:

"What? Isn't it?"

"How long is human life? Not all moments will be remembered, just like cicadas, dormant underground, silently accumulating..."

"When summer comes, the light shines for a moment and the cicadas chirp all summer long."

"And that moment is enough to be remembered by the world!"

"The Night King is a cicada. He has spent his whole life looking for a way out for the Devil Contractors, hiding in the night and moving forward silently..."

"In this battle, the Night King kills me to the top, kills nine with one powerful blow, leaves behind a glorious record that cannot be surpassed, clears the way for you, and leaves in the night..."

"And this...is the summer that belongs to the Night King!"

Having said this, Mingxia smiled and pointed at the Sword of Truth in the sky.

"Lu Qianfan... is also a cicada. His life has been wonderful enough, but compared to this last battle, his glorious life will be eclipsed..."

"Seal the mirage monster, kill the Tianmen, slay the demon abyss, break the starry sky, protect the mountains and rivers..."

"This...is the summer of singing cicadas that belongs to Lu Qianfan..."

Ren Jie looked up at the sword with a look of surprise on his face.

Ming Xia held up the wine glass and smiled brightly:

"What is the meaning of life? Is it important? In this world... most people just close their eyes and move forward."

"If you explore the spiritual world excessively, you will only get nothingness."

"Ren Jie... you have more experience than me, but... you don't live as well as I do. In fact, life doesn't require too many moments. It's enough to have one or two moments that belong to you."

"You are a cicada too...has your summer of singing cicadas arrived?"

Ren Jie raised his head and looked at the starry sky. He couldn't help but think of the sentence on the title page of the Human Race Chronicles.

Time is a river with no beginning and no end. Stars will also die, the starry sky will eventually become silent, and eternity is also a moment of brilliance...

You exist at this moment, but...how do you prove that you have been in this world...
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