In this small woods of the mortal city, the sky is filled with brilliant stars, and the lush green forest has become very quiet, without the sound of insects.

The little beggar's body froze in place, his expression unchanged, as if he was petrified.

In the sea of ​​clouds, a figure appears and disappears.

It was Chen Qingyuan.

He looked down at the world with complicated thoughts.

I slowly closed my eyes and recalled the past.

A hint of sadness emerged between his brows, and a bitter taste lingered in his heart.

He must have thought of something funny, the worry on his face faded a lot, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his smile was warm.

That period of time that has passed was full of ups and downs.

Although Chen Qingyuan had remembered it before, it was not as deep as this time. It was as if he was experiencing it again, as if it happened yesterday, so clear and so painful.

Standing on the clouds, closing your eyes and thinking deeply.

Time passed slowly, washing over Chen Qingyuan's soul, making him happy at times and sad at times.

A long time has passed in the secret world, and only more than two years in the outside world.

Looking straight ahead, my slightly agitated heart gradually calmed down.

The surrounding space began to break apart, with cracks spreading in all directions.

Chen Qingyuan was in a fragmented void. From afar, he saw thousands of shadows, which were distorted and deformed, and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

For a long time, Chen Qingyuan hid these memories deep in his heart and no longer immersed in them.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes penetrated the illusion, vaguely seeing the truth.

He stretched out his right hand forward as if to touch something.

Meanwhile, in the grove below.

Time had stopped here, and it was extremely quiet.

Just like a petrified little beggar, he broke free from the shackles of time, gained some kind of induction, and involuntarily raised his right hand covered with dirt and scars.

There are layers of void and long years and time separating them.

The palms of the past and present began to approach each other, both extended their index fingers and reached forward cautiously.

The fingertips were getting closer and closer, and the laws of space were changing strangely, becoming complicated and intricate, and impossible to see clearly.

Invisibly, an unknown force gathered and formed resistance, preventing this phenomenon from happening.

At this moment, time and space were disordered, and the area where Chen Qingyuan was located gave rise to many historical scenes, like countless pieces of glass fragments floating in the sky, and each piece of glass presented a different image.

Even though there are many obstacles, they cannot stop Chen Qingyuan's will.

"Buzz!"

After dozens of breaths, the tips of the two index fingers touched.

A moment, eternity.

Self-redemption healed the wounds of childhood.

The next moment, time and space collapsed, filled with countless chaotic laws of time.

The world collapsed completely, and vast spiritual energy rushed in from all directions, converging towards Chen Qingyuan, mighty and powerful like a raging flood.

Chen Qingyuan withdrew his outstretched hand, his heart was as calm as water, he looked straight ahead, and saw through all the illusions.

Go against the flow of time and improve your state of mind.

Taking this opportunity, the bottleneck of the road ahead was greatly loosened.

"Crash-"

A large amount of spiritual energy surged in and submerged Chen Qingyuan.

He closed his eyes again, sitting cross-legged in the void where the laws were in turmoil, absorbing the pure spiritual charm of the secret world.

......

Outside the secret world, above the desert.

The short Zhao Jianghe kept staring at the entrance and exit, but he never saw Chen Qingyuan. He was more or less worried, frowning and unable to calm down.

"Your Majesty has gone through so many hardships, you won't fall down in this place!"

Zhao Jianghe had already regarded Chen Qingyuan as the leader and was determined to follow him. He really didn't want any accidents to happen, muttering to himself.

Counting on my fingers, almost three years have passed.

The longer the time went on, the more worried Zhao Jianghe's face became. He felt like a huge rock was floating in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.

"Hopefully everything goes well."

There is no other way except prayer.

Anyway, Zhao Jianghe would not go anywhere, he would just wait here. Even if it took a hundred years, or even a thousand years, he would never leave.

Now that you have made up your mind to follow, you must be aware of your own identity and status.

The moment Chen Qingyuan came out and saw Zhao Jianghe waiting outside, he would definitely feel a bit of favor for him, which would help enhance the friendship between the two sides.

......

Imperial State, the forbidden area of ​​burial.

Deep in the restricted area is a plain area filled with a faint black fog.

The white-haired woman has elegant makeup and stands quietly like a proud plum blossom in the snow, cold, noble, and independent.

Stayed here for a long time and used many methods.

The white-haired woman still could not touch the blurry figure in front of her, as if it was in a different timeline. No matter how much effort she put in, the result was the same and it was useless.

"Woo——"

A jade flute floated on the left side of the white-haired woman, emitting faint sounds from time to time.

"The secrets hidden in the Zangheng Forbidden Zone are far beyond imagination."

Through these days of exploration, the white-haired woman became more and more convinced of the extraordinary nature of this place.

Although there was no substantial progress and she seemed to be stuck in the same place, she still made some discoveries.

The blurry figure at the front must be the footprint left by a noble person.

At a certain moment, she tore through countless barriers of the restricted area rules and swept away the heavy black fog. She could see the scene ahead a little more clearly.

The noble man's back has long been deeply engraved in the white-haired woman's soul, and no matter how many years have passed, she will never forget it.

"What is his purpose in coming here?"

The white-haired woman was in the black fog, like a bright pearl, emitting bright light.

Are you still alive?

The white-haired girl only thought about this in her heart but did not say it out loud.

Deep in her heart, she naturally wanted to see the noble man again. There was no love between a man and a woman, just pure longing, as both a teacher and a friend.

At her level, she has long seen through so-called love.

"call out!"

Although it was extremely difficult to break the restraining force, the white-haired woman did not give up. After thinking for a while, she attacked again. As soon as she thought about it, the jade flute beside her burst out with millions of rays of light, shaking all directions and rushing forward quickly.

"Rumble--"

With the power of the white-haired woman, the jade flute fully displayed the unparalleled edge of an imperial weapon, tearing through the endless void with a devastating force and continuously rushing forward.

However, just as the jade flute tore apart this territory, the next moment the rules of the restricted area came over and restored the turbulent space to its original state and return to peace.

It's still the same plot, no breakthrough.

The white-haired woman stood there, expressionless. She was as cold as ice, with an extreme chill emanating from her body.

After its power was exhausted, the jade flute returned and circled around the white-haired woman several times, making a buzzing sound.

"Ok?"

Just as the white-haired woman was about to continue her attack, she noticed some unusual fluctuations in the nearby void. Her eyes suddenly changed, as sharp as a knife, enough to pierce through a soul.