In this small dark and empty area, it took Zhaoyue a long time to calm down his turbulent mood.

The space in the mirror is connected to different time and space and different areas. The time she can stay is only one stick of incense. Moreover, in this stick of incense, she must do her best not to have any intersection with anyone or anything in that time and space.

If you don't look back and look at him, you won't want to stay longer.

It will not change or distort the history that has happened, nor will it confuse your memories.

The moment the incense of thread was extinguished, she had no intersection with that world. Unless the incense was ignited again, she would never have the chance to return to the past.

But the man just said that if she took this thing away, she would never be able to go back there.

Originally, Kunlun Abyss was a crisscrossing space, which is the fundamental reason why no one could step into it.

Just a slight change, everything will overturn.

Therefore, the rule of the ancient emperor is that the incense can only be ignited by him, and the space can only be opened by him personally.

If he said he would not open the mirror again, even Zhao Yue could only stand on the other side of the mirror and look at the past, present and unknown sealed future as a bystander.

She looked at the hollow wooden box in her arms, laughed dryly, and then raised her hand to wipe her tears.

At least one thing is developing towards the better side, that is, the last sentence of Emperor just now, no matter how he chooses, he is always by Zhaoyue's side, even if it is hell, he will accompany her.

Such domineering words made Zhaoyue finally understand what kind of future the Emperor wants.

The things that Zhaoyue was worried about were answered in an instant.

No matter what the final result is, no matter whether the person who stands in front of her, beside her, or one day in the future will become her opposite, he will always be him, whether it is Fu Chen or Emperor, he will be the same soul after all.

The lid of the wooden box was opened by her again, and the three ancient sheepskin rolls in front of her were placed one by one by Zhao Yue. She took down the thin belts of each roll, took a brief look, and finally found the sheepskin roll about Xuanyuan Sword.

Without Zhao Yue's expectations, the things recorded in this pampering were exactly the same as what she guessed.

The prince of the Heavenly Clan Fuchen, his fate will undergo such earth-shaking changes in just a few thousand years, from the number one war god in all over the world who is respected and dared to provoke, to being isolated by traitors of the Heavenly Clan and spies of the Demon Clan, such a distorted fate is because Zhao Yue gave the Xuanyuan Sword to his hands on his whim.

The head of the ancient artifact with the most yang and strongest radiance emitted from the darkness, which made Fu Chen, who was not enough to suppress this power, unknowingly changed the trajectory of destiny.

Until he died so humiliatedly at the Battle of the Wasteland.

In other words, the Xuanyuan Sword, which is now left with Fu Chen, will only make his fate even more distorted.

Zhao Yue closed the scroll and sat there in a daze. After a while, she put the scroll back into the wooden box, put it into her own bag of heaven and earth, and jumped out of the mirror.

She stood there, looking at the dark mirror behind her, pursed her lips, and finally the word "thank you" could not be said from her mouth.

Although he had already made preparations forever, at the moment of making a decision, Zhaoyue herself could not be as free and easy as she imagined.

Yes, from the moment she wiped her tears, she chose a future that would make peace in all the worlds and desolates still exist, and chose one, Fu Chen would become the future of the new ancient emperor.

Even though he doesn't have all the memories he used to be, even if he is still so immature that he is not enough to take on the great responsibility of the world.

But just like 300,000 years ago, the ancient emperor protected the young Zhaoyue, and now he is nothing more than turning the character over. What's important is that he is still by her side.

The moment she came out of the mirror, she knew that the ancient emperor would never come back.

Although he didn't tell her clearly, she felt that way. Since he decided to enter the world, he had no intention of coming back.

Perhaps, all this happening now is the result that he had known long ago and had already expected.

When Zhaoyue came out of the white vortex in the sky, the last general's step in the game between Mo Chuan and Bai Yuan fell steadily from Bai Yuan's hand.

He slowly looked up, looked at Mo Chuan's embarrassing face with a frown, and glanced at his eyes with a blank expression: "You think you have a choice."

This sudden statement made Mo Chuan slightly stunned and looked up at Bai Yuan's cheek.

"The life and death of this world, the rise and fall of the dragon clan and the rise and fall of the world are closely related to the choices you are making now." Bai Yuan picked up the chess pieces on the chessboard one by one and put them in a small box beside him, "What kind of future is the God of Heaven want?"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the direction of Kunlun Yuan and Zhaoyue.

Bai Yuan is the shadow of the Emperor. He knows everything that happened between Emperor and Zhaoyue, knows the Emperor's distress, and also knows the Emperor's uneasiness.

But he knew even more that the Emperor could not tolerate anyone to hurt Zhaoyue, and even him was the same.

Bai Yuan's position has never changed. For Bai Yuan, he will stand in the same position as Zhaoyue stands.

Mo Chuan looked at his deep eyes and understood vaguely that he had long noticed his purpose for this floating island. The nerves that had been tense finally relaxed and he chuckled: "If the God of Bai Yuan had agreed to her in, why didn't he say it directly?"

Bai Yuan looked at Mo Chuan's awkward face and pointed to the chessboard in front of him: "The person who promised her was not me, I am just the one who wanted to find someone to play chess."

His words were so easy to say that Mo Chuan couldn't find any fault.

Just because he wanted to find someone to play chess, he didn't leave Mo Chuan's armor on the chessboard, which really opened his eyes.

Looking at Bai Yuan who was slowly putting the chess pieces into the box one by one in front of him, Mo Chuan couldn't help but ask: "According to what the god Bai Yuan said just now, can there be another master in Kunlun Yuan?"

Bai Yuan stopped slightly, slowly raised his eyes, stared at Mo Chuan's dark eyes in front of him, and after a moment, he said, "This Kunlun Yuan has only one master since ancient times, but it's not me. I am just ordered to guard here and not let those who are overestimating their abilities go in and die."

Mo Chuan nodded in a clear way.

Then Bai Yuan chuckled as if he had a final blow: "As the only family member of the master of Kunlun Yuan, the Gu Yuezun has the freedom to enter and exit."

These words made Mo Chuan immediately interested in the owner of Kunlun Yuan, but before he could ask questions, Bai Yuan picked up the box that had been packed, held the chessboard, and walked into the house.

When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something and looked at Mo Chuan: "Oh by the way, the master of Kunlun Yuan, his current name should be Fuchen."

After that, he disappeared in front of Mo Chuan.
Chapter completed!