The golden palace appeared in front of them, and the sudden golden light shimmered, like a new star, bright and warm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone next to Sang Zhefeng didn't expect such a thing to happen, they all looked at the palace in front of them in amazement, and felt the warm breath coming from it—they didn't know what it was, they all knew one thing—that is, the palace was now eighty percent accessible.

"Oh! My gods! Hayris's expression was about to faint, "What a blessing, how lucky!" This is the blessing of the gods! This must be a blessing from the gods! ”

He was on the verge of a knee. And Sang Zhefeng, who was next to him, patted him lightly and said softly: "Let's go, let's go in." The guys in the back are coming back. ”

Helis nodded a little dumbfoundedly, his mind was now completely confused, and he couldn't hear the meaning of Sang Zhefeng's words at all. But behind them, Wen Rui and Wei heard something different.

They looked at Sang Zhefeng over there in a little surprise, then looked at each other without saying anything.

Sang Zhefeng glanced at the golden palace in front of him again, exhaled slightly, and then stepped into the golden palace over there. The men behind him followed. Disappeared in place.

As they entered, the black aura spread to the side of the palace again, encircling the entire palace, and this majestic thing became that illusory thing again, floating there in a hazy way.

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In front of them was a long corridor, and around this corridor was a beautiful garden, in which countless beautiful flowers bloomed there, and a pleasant breath of spirit also wafted here, so that the spirit of those who walked in here got a different kind of relaxation.

Many of the flowers here are not visible to the outside world, and those plants are precious species collected from many worlds, and they grow in this place.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

An excited smile appeared on her face, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter as she looked at the flowers around her.

Sang Zhefeng had a slightly puzzled expression on his face, he didn't have so many flowers in his memory before - these were not planted by him.

He felt a sudden and slightly abrupt feeling in his mind, as if some strange impression had entered his mind, and everything in front of him slowly changed.

He seemed to see the figure of a girl—a lonely peer looking at the wilderness in front of her, at the lifeless outside world.

"Here...... It's so sad......"

She said.

Sang Zhefeng couldn't see her face clearly, but Sang Zhefeng knew it was a fallacy—no, it was Edith. He was sure it was her.

But...... It seems that there is something different there—at least, she is not the same as the protagonist in the girl's story.

The scene in front of Sang Zhefeng's eyes was in a trance again, and the scene in front of him disappeared, turning into that beautiful sea of flowers again.

Sang Zhefeng rubbed his head slightly, and slowly walked towards the inside of the palace.

He needed to see what else was in there.

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Sang Zhefeng and his party walked slowly in this palace. There were no deadly traps in Aton's minds, no ancient guards chasing them down throughout the castle, and no strange serial murders caused by unjust spirits - all in all, it was so peaceful.

It wasn't the unsettling calm, but the real, blandness of the calm.

It's very gentle and cozy, like the gods are really right next to you.

"This is the Fosolo script at the time...... Ahh......h Oh, this one is a Cassiro relief! This is a miracle! This is a miracle! ”

Hyris was there saying words that no one could understand, and the old man's face was already filled with tears, and it was hard to imagine that an old man of his age could cry like this.

Sang Zhefeng walked slowly, his eyes were still there from time to time flashing unstable light, and his eyes were also showing all kinds of brilliance.

Something slowly woke up in his mind—it was his memory.

The things he had forgotten had slowly returned, and he was no longer a spectator looking at the memories of the god called "Phantom Dust" again, but now he saw the shadows of a myriad of shadows - his memories were too long, and most of them were meaningless flows of light and shadow, none of which meant anything - at least for him.

Until in the midst of all those meaninglessness, she appeared.

Fallacy...... Edith ...... Maybe neither......

Sang Zhefeng stretched out his hand slightly, and his fingertips slid across the wall beside him.

He knew it was where the girl had rowed.

She was helplessly propped up here, and then sat down on the ground, crying loudly......

Because of the phantom dust...... "Dead" himself.

But...... She's still Itis.

That's right...... She's not a fallacy.

Sang Zhefeng raised his head slightly.

She's not a fallacy. Etis is not a fallacy.

Because the girl's story isn't over yet.

The girl's story continues.

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The palace was huge, and they had traveled a lot, but they didn't find a single place of repetition - everything was full of life, everything was so pleasant. Whatever it is, it is almost the most perfect control, and it is the true creation of God. It is the most perfect thing that is formed of everything.

And Sang Zhefeng has been flashing all kinds of things in his mind along the way. Little by little, he picked up all the memories and slowly filled them into his mind. In his mind, all the clues slowly settled up, forming a complete story.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the beautiful scenery next to the palace, and he suddenly realized that everything here seemed to be suspended, and those views were completely unmoving.

He turned his head a little abruptly, only to find that the people who had been beside him were gone.

Only one girl was left there with her back to herself.

"Long time no see...... God-sama. ”

The girl said.