The empress stood in front of the ice sculpture, her netherworldly eyes glowing.

At this moment, she remembered the past.

Some people, even though they have changed countless moods, still stay deep in their hearts.

The Empress didn't have to wait long. Pull out the six reincarnation swords and begin to chant the lengthy incantation.

This mantra is very long, as long as a person's life.

To be precise, the empress was not chanting, but chanting.

With the song of the empress. Time and space began to echo, and the whispers of the old days resounded between heaven and earth.

"Moling. Moling ......"

The Dao of Heaven has left countless marks in this world, and so has Xie Moling.

The empress's singing voice is cold and sad, sad but not sad, and sad with a little warmth.

This warmth comes from calling, from missing.

As the empress chanted, the falling snow stopped, and the sky began to fall the petals of the flowers on the other side.

Blood-red petals, blood-red flower rain.

Silent, gently telling about missing.

The empress wore her long hair and danced softly with the song.

The flower demon on the other side has been smelted to the extreme. The empress's dancing posture is also extremely beautiful, which makes people sigh.

In the past, the empress left everyone with the impression of being the lord of the Nine Shadows with a high and indifferent personality, but now she has torn off all her masks and revealed her beauty for the first time.

Before this, no one dared to spy on the empress's face, and compared to her appearance, people were even more shocked by her identity.

Whether it is the Lord of the Nine Shadows, the controller of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, or the current God of Destiny, the influence of the empress is omnipresent. No one dares to be disrespectful.

Now, as she dances in the rain of flowers, people see her soul-shaking beauty for the first time.

I don't know how many people secretly sigh in their hearts, it turns out that the empress is so poignant.

The flowers on the other side fell on the ice sculpture of the Dao Ancestor, turning into runes, melting the ice and snow and melting into the body of the Dao Ancestor.

The more petals are sprinkled, the more vivid Dao Ancestor's face becomes.

Those irreparable scars. They are also quietly repairing, and the white bones are covered with flesh and blood. The scars were erased.

It's just that everyone is immersed in the empress's singing, and no one notices the changes in Dao Ancestor.

It wasn't until the end of the song that the last flower on the other side fell, and everyone suddenly woke up like a dream. Looking at Dao Ancestor again, the ice and snow have disappeared.

Dao Ancestor still knelt on one knee and held his sword in both hands, all the scars were repaired, and he was wearing a red Dao robe made of flowers on the other side.

It's a pity. He still hadn't woken up.

"What tune are you reading?" Sister-in-law asked.

"An elegy of fate." The empress regained her divine power, and her face was cold and sacred.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" The concubine asked again.

"He's awake."

As the empress's voice landed, Dao Zu slowly opened his eyes.

These eyes, tempered by the years, are as bright as cold stars and unfathomable.

The real Dao Ancestor cannot be measured by the portrait alone.

The way of heaven is above all beings, relying on endless divine might. Dao ancestors are inscribed by sentient beings, relying on the merits left to sentient beings.

All beings are equal. There is no class to teach.

Ghosts and gods, think about yourself!

……

Dao Ancestor's eyes turned. Swept over the crowd one by one.

When he swept past the broken army, his eyes were filled with tenderness and pity. When it fell on the empress, it was much more indifferent.

The empress sighed softly in her heart, he still only belonged to the Demon Dao after all.

Everyone has obsessions. Dao Ancestor's obsession is the Demon Dao. Life and death are all for the devil's way.

Xie Liuyun had played against Dao Ancestor in the Soul Suppression Coffin, but when Dao Ancestor swept over him with divine thoughts, he felt extremely complicated and stunned.

There is only one thing that is the proudest thing in his life, and that is to play against Daozu in the soul coffin, and now Daozu swept his pride away with a light glance.

The country of heaven, the crucible of fate, the abyss of sacrifice.

When Dao Ancestor scanned the blood-soaked land with his divine thoughts, his eyes were filled with mist.

The mist turned into water and condensed into tears, which fell all over his cheeks.

No one thought that Dao Ancestor would shed tears.

Three thousand years ago, Xie Moling did not shed a single tear for the Demon Dao, and later returned to the Soul Cliff to death, and the disciples of the Demon Dao wept for him for three thousand years.

Today, it was finally his turn to pay it back.

Dao Ancestor's divine thoughts swept through everyone, except for the concubine, who didn't look at her from beginning to end.

Yuan Rui's sorrow was written on his face, and his sister-in-law's sorrow was frozen in her heart.

Sometimes the more indifferent and detached, the more fragile as glass.

He knew that everyone present was waiting for him, waiting for him to tell the truth.

But he couldn't speak, he didn't speak, and no one asked.

The concubine said before that if Daozu couldn't save her husband, she wouldn't recognize this Daozu.

However, when Daozu really appeared in front of her, she found that she had lost the courage to reprimand.

Silently turned around, his back becoming more and more cold and lonely.

She was waiting for Daozu to tell the truth, and before that, she had to put away all her fragile emotions and freeze her heart.

In the end, Dao Zu still didn't say the answer that everyone wanted to know most.

He put away the spear of the thief, looked at the beings and slowly spoke: "Let's go home......"

The home in the mouth of Daozu refers to the world.

The Heavenly Dao has fallen, and these warriors who are fighting the heavens should also return triumphantly.

However, how many people are there in the triumph of 40 million?

Until everyone flew to the world with Kunpeng, the concubine didn't have the courage to ask the answer she wanted to know most.

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