I was kicked out of the house and became a princess.

"Can you contact her?"

"I can't get in touch with her. Maybe she doesn't want to answer."

Ma Xin smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect your relationship is still so strained?"

Ying Lingxi was a little curious, but she wasn't surprised considering Yingying's personality.

"Humph, who made him abandon Sister Yingying before?"

Ying Yueyu curled her lips and still had a very bad impression of Ma Xin.

"Okay Xiaoyu, it's all over."

Ying Lingxi rubbed Ying Yueyu's little head.

Ma Xin also seemed to remain silent out of guilt.

"Ma Xin, don't worry too much. Yingying should have Xin Yixi to help her. Just rest assured and take care of your health."

"Don't worry. You should pay more attention recently. The God of Destruction has begun to awaken, and the Spirit of Destruction should also start to take action."

"Ah."

After hanging up, Ma Xin lay weakly on the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, Ying Lingxi was deep in thought, trying to think about whether she had seen any memorials about the strange phenomena within the Void Empire during this period.

"Sister, what should we do now?"

Ying Yueyu stretched lazily.

"Xiao Yu, go back to your room first. I'll go discuss this with Father, okay?"

Ying Lingxi sighed softly and smiled gently at the little one in her arms.

"No, I want to go with my sister."

Ying Yueyu curled her lips.

"Okay, let's go together."

Dimensional empire.

Pingle Town.

The dilapidated cottage often stands quietly in a corner forgotten by time. Its story is like a weathered stone sculpture. The roof of the cottage has lost most of its tiles, leaving only a few tiles hanging on the beams, swaying in the wind, as if they will fall at any time. The sunlight shines through these holes and sprinkles into the house in patches.

The walls have long lost their former luster, and cracks are all over them, like marks of time. In some places, the soil and stones have fallen off, revealing the mottled wooden structure inside. Moss and weeds have quietly climbed up the corners of the wall, adding a bit of vitality to this dilapidated scene, and making people sigh at the tenacity of nature and the endless cycle of life.

On the door, there are two lines of immature writing:

Wushan is like the old flowers

When fog rises and clouds fall, people are different

In the house, perhaps you can still find some traces of the past: a worn-out wooden table, a few scattered chairs, and sundries piled up in the corner. They once accompanied Yingying through countless days and nights, but now they can only lie here quietly, waiting to be forgotten.

Yingying stood quietly not far away looking at the dilapidated cottage. In the cool breeze, she seemed to see the little boy who got up early every morning to chop firewood in the mountains, Yan Ting who prepared breakfast every morning and waited for her son to return, and the family of three who often sat under the big tree at the door to enjoy the cool air.

Mom! I'm back! I'm starving!

Are you back, son? Come and have dinner, your dad is still sleeping, go pull his beard to wake him up.

Okay, okay, I’m not afraid of anything as long as my mom supports me!

Silly boy, go and eat!

My son is asleep. I'll put him to bed. You should go to bed early too.

Don't worry, I'll go to sleep soon.

Umm, I want to sleep with my mom...

Okay, okay, mommy will take you to sleep together...

"Sister Ying..."

Xin Yixi raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears that were sliding down Yingying's eyes. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

"It's okay, let's go in."

Yingying smiled pretending to be strong, took Xin Yixi's hand and walked into the house she hadn't entered for eight years.

Is this Sister Ying’s former home?

The past of that person named Tong Yan should have started from here, right?

But what happened here to make it like this?

Xin Yixi remained silent, quietly accompanying Yingying to help her clean the roof, clean the room, and put the bedding she brought on the cleaned bed.

"So what happened to Xiaoying in the past? You evaded the question every time I asked you."

Xinling and Yingmeng looked at Ling Yijing together, and finally, Xinling couldn't help but ask again.

"Let's not talk about the past. Ying'er will forget it soon."

There was a flash of coldness in Yingmeng's eyes. She would never allow anything to become a knot in Yingying's heart in the future.

"You, hey..."

Temple of Nothingness.

Xuwu listened quietly to what Ma Xin said to Ying Lingxi, but did not make any direct judgment. After all, it sounded incredible that there was something more terrifying than Xin Yan's power living in his heart.

"Lingxi."

The Nothingness seemed to have decided what to do.

"Father."

Ying Lingxi looked at the void with some confusion.

"I'm going to be out for a while. Before I come back, you will have full authority to decide all matters of the Void Empire."

"How long will Father be away this time?"

Ying Lingxi felt a little uneasy.

"At least seven days, at most half a month. If I don't come back in a month, then you will support Xiaoyu to become the master of the Void Empire."

"I don't want it, I want to wait for my father to come back!"

Ying Yueyu shook her head stubbornly.

"Xiaoyu, be good and listen to me."

Xuwu rubbed Ying Yueyu's little head lovingly.

"But, Father, I..."

Ying Lingxi wanted to say something, but Xuwu covered her mouth with his hand.

"I believe you, Lingxi."

Father, where are you going?

Ying Lingxi has always wanted to ask this question in her heart.

Only Xuwu himself knew that he was making a bet. He was betting that the God of Destruction would not think that he would dare to enter the River of Samsara alone at this time, and would not think that he, a third-order god, would dare to enter the River of Samsara alone to find out what was going on.

Because during his thinking process, he had a guess, that is, no matter how many of the seventy-two spirits of destruction were alive, there must be some who did not leave the long river. As long as he found them, he could confirm that what Ma Xin said was true, that there was indeed an unprecedented catastrophe in that unrecorded history.

But at the same time, he was not sure that there would be no accidents, so he kept a backup plan. His biological brother Yodo stayed behind and was gathering his strength. He would continue to teach them to go further on this path on his behalf.

"Sister, where is Father going?"

Ying Yueyu followed Ying Lingxi obediently, muttering softly.

"I don't know either, but I believe that Father will be fine, for sure!"

"Yeah, I believe that too. Father is so powerful, nothing will happen to him!"

Ying Yueyu made a naughty face with her eyes curved in smile.