Ah Zhao and Chongli, as well as Marshmallow, all cherish this hard-won reunion.

They don't want to let the outside world disturb their lives for the time being.

But the way of heaven is a great calamity.

Heavenly Dao's selfishness is immortal, and the existence of these ancient gods is bound to be a thorn in its heart.

Chongli and Ah Zhao discussed, and when Ah Zhao's strength recovered, they would find a way to unite with some other ancient gods and force Heavenly Dao to make an oath.

But that day didn't wait.

One day, Ah Zhao was taking the marshmallow back to Jiuzhi Mountain to visit Grandpa Gushu.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Heavy clouds obscured the sky, winds howled, and thunder shook.

One moment the cold wind howled, the other poured rain, and in an instant, there was lightning and thunder.

The grass and trees withered in large areas, and the land of heaven and earth was shrouded in an ominous atmosphere.

Ah Zhao's face changed.

She closed her eyes and pinched her fingers to figure out what had happened.

However, the sky is chaotic, and it can't be counted at all.

This conclusion shocked Ah Zhao's heart: what happened, that even she couldn't count a star?

As she pondered, she saw a white light fly from the sky and land beside her.

It was Chongli who found out that something was wrong and hurriedly rushed over from the Star Realm.

"What happened?" Zhao asked.

Chongli shook his head with a stern expression.

He doesn't count either.

It's like the heavens are blinded, and no one can spy on it.

The two looked at each other and decided to wait and see.

The sound of thunder became more and more urgent, and in the chaotic realm, the plants and trees were born and died, and the clear snow, wind and rain came all over the place.

It's as if everything has come over and over again.

This went on for months.

Finally—

A sword light that tore through the sky put an end to it all.

All the creatures in the Chaos Realm saw the light.

Snow bright.

Bright.

With unstoppable momentum.

A sword.

Breaking the sky.

Not an exaggeration.

This sword really tore through the sky.

Shocked everyone.

……

After a long time, the creatures of the Chaos Realm knew.

That sword pierced the sky.

It even, beheaded the way of heaven.

With his own strength, he will kill the Heavenly Dao.

When Ah Zhao heard the news, he was even a little suspicious of his ears.

Isn't this too bizarre?

Let's not talk about what kind of strength is needed to cut the heavens, this act alone is enough to shock the world.

The heavens and all the worlds have since remembered this name—Frost and Cold.

The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

The first Excalibur born at the beginning of Chaos.

I am not familiar with this sword ancestor Ah Zhao.

But I heard rumors about her: she is strong, has a bad temper, likes to fight, and is lawless.

There are a lot of enemies, and she is really powerful because she is not killed by those enemies.

She didn't quite understand what the concept of "lawlessness" was before, until people didn't agree with each other and turned the way of heaven upside down.

Sure enough, it's lawless.

It's really strong.

Ah Zhao thought to himself: He is a ruthless person.

This kind of hot-tempered and hands-on boss can't be provoked.

She made up her mind not to provoke the other party.

But who knows......

It was a good day.

I heard that the fairy flowers that bloom once every 10,000 years in Streamer Valley are about to bloom.

As a plant avatar, Ah Zhao was naturally interested in these.

She and Chongli took the marshmallow to Streamer Valley.

There were a lot of people, and the three of them chose a place with a good view to sit on their foreheads, next to a river, and backed by a giant tree.

Marshmallow was clamoring to pick fruit, and Chongli took him away.

Ah Zhao leaned against the trunk of the tree, and was about to sigh comfortably, when a voice came from above: "Where did the beautiful little lady come from?" ”

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Good night~