Now that 300,000 years have passed, she can no longer remember his voice, his cheeks, but she still remembers what he did, what he said, his majestic appearance, and his taciturn temperament.

It is said that memory has no temperature, but Zhaoyue feels extremely warm.

Standing in front of Kunlun Abyss, she thought for the first time about what she wanted, was the past day that had passed 300,000 years, or what unknown time the future might not necessarily become?

Is it the ancient emperor who is very strict and takes charge of the world in his own way, or the current arrogant and stinky prince Fuchen?

Her choice may not only influence her own destiny, but also the fate of all living beings in the world and all the world.

The ancient emperor's arrival in the world does not mean that he cannot come back, nor does it mean that he cannot come back, but that he can't come back again, but the price he pays is relatively different.

If Zhaoyue was looking for the emperor 300,000 years ago, then the world of the three generations of people in the world over the past 300,000 years would be buried with him, and he would remember everything and come to the world again.

But such a choice, whether it is Zhaoyue or Emperor, is definitely not what they want to see.

In order to awaken the memories of the eight desolates of fire and the creatures were damaged, just to awaken countless layers of soil that had been covered with 300,000 years, and how many rust they had produced. Even Zhaoyue could not remember clearly, so she had to be buried with the whole world, and she could not do it.

Whether it is a private relationship or for the sake of the world, Zhaoyue prefers the latter.

She was by the ancient emperor since she was a child. Seeing him bound by the world, she had to consider checks and balances before doing anything, and to make the world stable and peaceful, and to defend the balance with all her might.

He alone is like a perpetual machine, living endlessly and endlessly for the people, without his own life.

When he was in the world, Zhaoyue was happy from the bottom of his heart. The man who had always only the world in his heart could finally be forced to let go of the world and live a life of his own, not caring about the gains and losses of the world, and not considering the balance between the eight directions.

Looking at Kunlun Yuan, who was filled with golden light in front of him, Zhao Yue slowly climbed onto his cheek: "When you leave this problem for me to choose, have you already confirmed that I will definitely choose the world that will make you free?"

He glanced at the direction of Mo Chuan and Bai Yuan, and then turned into a wisp of blue smoke, flying into Kunlun Yuan from the center of the golden vortex in the sky.

For 300,000 years, the intertwined space-time planes in Kunlun Abyss are like floating mirrors, floating under the endless golden skylight.

Here, there are different time and space, different years, different links between the worlds and the three thousand worlds, and this amazing space is this amazing space.

Zhaoyue looked up at the mirrors in the sky, looked at other spaces parallel to this time and space, looked at other worlds that even she could not cross, and then, from that, she found a golden mirror that was empty.

That is where the Emperor was born, where the Xuanyuan Sword was born.

Zhaoyue walked to it, stretched out her hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the mirror, the mirror waved, wrapped her whole body and sucked it in.

The world in the mirror is as always.

This is a small house, clean and tidy, with a full of bookshelf, filled with dense scrolls.

On the stone desk, a thread of incense rose into a trace of blue smoke. On the other side, in the golden incense burner, the scent of ambergris emitted, soaking the entire study room.

Outside the hollow carved window is the former Kunlun Palace. You can still see the white snow outside the barrier, the prehistoric beasts, and the hissings from the clouds.

All of this is so familiar and amazing.

Zhaoyue looked at the dazzling light outside the door. She knew that when she stepped out from here, she could go back to the past 300,000 years ago. She hesitated for a long time. Finally, she smiled faintly, took two steps back, and turned to the bookshelf on the other side.

The sound behind her that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar slowly came into her ears. At that moment, a warm breath rose in Zhaoyue's eyes.

"What kind of opportunity is it that allows you to put the white fur of the Nine-tailed Fox clan on your body."

The voice was low, without any emotion at all. It was the voice of the person who would sound in Zhaoyue's ears every day.

She didn't look back and looked on the bookshelf on her own: "I'm worried too much, the fox clan Taizu has been dead for more than 100,000 years."

The person behind him was silent for a long time: "Where is this man?"

Zhao Yue's hand paused a little, tried hard to hold back and not let herself cry, and laughed dryly: "It's been 300,000 years."

Then, she raised her head and looked at the hundreds of books on the bookshelf, her fingertips slightly passing by their edges.

The person behind him did not speak anymore, but took two steps forward, raised his hand, and pointed to the box carved with hollow cloud patterns on the highest point of the bookshelf: "If you take this thing away, you will never be able to come back to this mirror."

Zhao Yue raised her eyes slightly, looked at his transparent body, the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, raised her hand to wipe off the tears on her cheek, and responded: "Yes."

Afterwards, she stood on tiptoe and took down the hollowed-out box, opened the lid with a click, and three ancient scrolls lie quietly inside.

The incense burning on the table had passed a quarter. Zhao Yue closed the lid, still turned his back to him, coughed twice, and asked, "What kind of disaster did you do when you entered the world that year?"

He did not hear his answer this question.

Zhao Yue wanted to ask once, but heard a crisp voice outside the house coming into her ears: "Emperor! Emperor! Come and play with me!"

She finally couldn't hold on, her shoulders could not stop trembling, and tears fell like beads with broken threads: "Tell me how I should choose and how to help you through this disaster!"

Zhaoyue held the box and squatted on the ground, crying like a child.

The man behind her stood there, putting his hand on her shoulder. The touch of time and space, which was separated by 300,000 years, was like a feather, falling down gently.

"Emperor! Emperor!"

The shouting of the girl outside the room echoed Zhaoyue's heart at this moment, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

When the incense of thread was about to burn out, the Emperor took his hand back from her shoulder and walked out of the house.

Then, facing the dazzling sky light, he said deeply: "No matter how you choose, I am always by your side, even if it is hell, I will accompany you."

After saying that, with his footsteps crossing the threshold, the last trace of the incense finally burned out.

In an instant, the four sides returned to darkness and nothing was left. There was no stone desk, no dense bookshelf squeezed by books, no ambergris, no low roar from the prehistoric beasts from the clouds.
Chapter completed!