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The surroundings were silent and pitch black.

Suddenly, wisps of white mist rose from the ground.

The mist emitted a faint luster, so faint that it seemed like it could dissipate at any time.

The mist circled around Feng Changyun several times and soon rose to a height of two meters in the air.

Then they condensed together to form small light screens.

The light screen increased at an extremely fast speed, and in just a moment, it had spread out into a large area.

Feng Changyun was surrounded by densely packed light screens, making it impossible for her to get out.

Various images were displayed on the screen, including warm and healing flowers, birds, fish and insects, cruel and bloody passionate fights, harmonious pictures of families living in harmony, and wheat seedlings growing vigorously in the fields...

There are many kinds and countless.

Feng Changyun looked around, and in a moment, she saw the light screens melting away little by little, rising up like green smoke from a dream bubble, and then melting into the dark space.

She was the only one here again.

Feng Changyun pursed her lips and took a step forward.

That step was like stepping on water, creating ripples of sparkling light in the darkness.

The ripples are like broken shadows of stars and the moon. The moment they spread out, a dazzling light burst out from under the water, rising into the sky, colorful and beautiful like a dream.

Feng Changyun looked up at the light pillars and saw them disperse again, soon forming countless unclear shadows that surrounded her.

Feng Changyun stood tall, her eyelashes drooping slightly. She put the sword in her hand on the ground, then sat down on the ground and said softly, "Long time no see, everyone."

A voice followed: "Long time no see, Feng Changyun."

The next second, those virtual images swayed as if blown by the wind, and small colorful flowers condensed inside them.

Looking around, it's densely packed.

It was as if all the heavenly ways in the three thousand worlds had gathered around Feng Changyun.

The mirror on the seventh floor of the Golden Palace does not lead to a small world, but to this illusory space.

This is also the place where the various Heavenly Daos discuss matters, and it is filled with mystery.

Feng Changyun sat in the middle of the phantom, her green robe hanging down, her black hair loose, and the Chengkun sword placed quietly beside her.

Her skin was as white as snow, so white that it was dazzling in this not-so-bright place, revealing a kind of Korean elegance that was not tainted by this worldly thing.

"Feng Changyun." One of the Heavenly Daos spoke slowly. His voice sounded like it fell from the distant sky, but it sounded a little vague.

He said apologetically: "If there is any other way, we don't want to do this."

All the heavenly ways remained silent.

Wasn't this already decided? What's the point of talking about this now other than adding to my worries?

Feng Changyun raised the corners of her lips. Unlike the heavy mood of the Heavenly Dao, she was extremely relaxed: "It doesn't matter. I have achieved my long-cherished wish. That's enough."

She has memories of too many past lives, but Feng Changyun always remembered that in the third life when she was killed, God took her to a place of slumber and only asked her one question: Do you want to save your master and Shen Tinghan?

At that time, she was just a remnant soul. Her master died to protect her, and Shen Tinghan also died under the thunder to avenge her.

She didn't want her master and Shen Tinghan to die. She wanted to save them, but she could do nothing.

So when Tiandao asked her this question, she answered without hesitation: I am willing to pay any price as long as I can save them.

The tone is firm and the attitude is resolute.

She knew that to reverse the situation and change life and death, the price to pay would be extremely heavy, but she said this without any hesitation.

Tian Dao was silent for a long time, then said bitterly: "Maybe I will really die?"

Feng Changyun didn't know what Tiandao was feeling when he said this. She said, "As long as they can come back, what does it matter if they die? I'm not afraid. Besides, maybe I shouldn't be alive."

She was filled with sadness at that time. She was pessimistic about the future and human nature, and she didn't care about herself.

Life and death are of no importance to her. If she dies, she dies. Living is a torture anyway, and she will drag down innocent people. Death is a relief.

Apart from her master and Shen Tinghan, she had no one to feel sorry for.

Therefore, as long as she can save her master and Shen Tinghan, she doesn't care what it costs.

Tiandao's voice became more bitter: "Are they so important to you?"

"Master is my second parent, so he is naturally important to me."

"As for Shen Tinghan..." She was silent for a while, then said, "I owe him this, and I should pay him back."

All along, Shen Tinghan was just a rival to her, a mutual respect between them and a rival in the open and secret struggles between them as the same disciple.

Even though Shen Tinghan had nurtured her for a hundred years, said countless touching love words to her, and did countless things to move her.

But she really couldn't understand the love between men and women, nor could she fall in love with Shen Tinghan.

Rather than being lovers, she felt that they were more suitable to be confidants and friends.

Tiandao understood what she meant and talked to her for a long time, also telling her about the tasker. Only then did Feng Changyun suddenly realize.

It turns out that this is not her fault.

Someone was willing to cross the barriers of the world to kill her and take away her luck.

Therefore, Master, Shen Tinghan, as long as he is by her side, he will definitely be implicated.

The best thing to do is for her to stay away from them.

Tian Dao said: "Feng Changyun, the Tian Dao of the Three Thousand Worlds has been a hard worker for a long time."

"It takes a long time for life to appear in barren land, and it takes a very long time for order to emerge."

“Only after order is created can the world awaken to consciousness, and the Way of Heaven is born.”

"Each step in between takes many years, but for the tasker to take away the luck, it only takes a few decades or even a few years."

"After they take away the luck, the Heavenly Dao consciousness will fall into sleep again. When it wakes up again, the world's luck will surely have been restored."

“But once the luck is restored, they will come and take it away again.”

"This has happened countless times over and over again."

Even though Feng Changyun was already numb, she still felt suffocated when she heard it.

She thought it was just an accident ten thousand years ago, but she never thought it was the luckiest one. Although the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao fell into a deep sleep, it did not sleep for too long.

According to the will of heaven, there were many such things happening before the ancient times, but they were not known to later generations.

Tiandao said in a deep voice: "The closest to you are those people from the ancient times ten thousand years ago. They sacrificed a lot to protect this world."

"What hurts me the most is Si Chen."

"She did everything she could to protect me, but she sacrificed herself."

"Feng Changyun, Si Chen's death has always been a thorn in my heart. If possible, I don't want anyone to sacrifice."

"I really hate that I couldn't protect her, and instead I wanted her to die for me..."

"But we haven't figured out how to do it yet. You need to wait a little longer and fight with the tasker..."

"Can I keep my memory?"

"This isn't a good thing for you, just let it go... Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Feng Changyun was in a trance for a moment, but quickly came back to her senses from her memories and looked at the Heavenly Daos in front of her.

She took a deep breath, her breath was heavy, her eyes were sharp and firm, and she said: "Let's start."