Even if it is still in the daytime, the sun has not yet set, and you can clearly see the colorful glow emitted from the top of the mountain behind the school from a distance!

Young college students are very curious, and many people don't care about the possible danger and rush straight to the back of the school.

But they were all stopped, and none of them could climb the hill behind the school.

At the foot of this somewhat desolate hill, there was a middle-aged man in a white robe standing every few tens of meters, all with an indifferent expression, stopping all those who wanted to go up the mountain.

A tall and hot-tempered physical education boy wanted to break through, but a middle-aged man in front of him flicked a finger on his forehead, and he fell into a coma, and was thrown seven or eight meters away by the middle-aged man with his collar and fell heavily into a bush.

A school teacher stepped forward to theorize, but a middle-aged man in a white robe was silent and didn't say a word, but he still didn't let anyone step on the mountain.

Finally, a middle-aged man in a white robe who smelled a faint silver beast pattern, who should be the leader of this team, looked back at the seven-colored area on the top of the mountain that radiated brilliance like a small sun, and immediately turned around, looking at the more and more crowds gathered around him, and the increasingly noisy noise, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and shouted in a low voice. "Shut up, everybody!"

The cold voice with a faint killing intent exploded in everyone's ears like muffled thunder, making the scene instantly quiet, and only the voice echoed back and forth at the foot of the mountain.

"Anyone who wants to go up the mountain or make a loud noise in the neighborhood will be like this stone. ”

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man directly erected his palm into a knife, which was shrouded in a layer of cyan sharp energy, and slashed out at a landscape stone with a height of several feet on the side of the road.

A cyan energy blade came out of his arm, like cutting tofu, directly splitting the hard granite boulder in half, startling the onlookers and teachers to be silent, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out again.

The scenes that were happening at the foot of the hill seemed to have no effect on Zhao Tian and Azure Blue, and the seven-colored divine light was still bright and brilliant, blurring the top of the hill with an illusory haze, as if they were in another world.

The clear sound of the piano was like flowing water, with a mysterious energy that nourished the soul, lingering outside the souls of Zhao Tian and Azure Blue, nourishing the souls of the two, so that their consciousness would no longer dream back and get lost in the open mysterious soul space.

Azure stood there, the white dress on her head bowed gently in the wind, as if it would ride away at any moment.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face showed a hint of pain, as if she was experiencing something in the world she dreamed of, very dangerous!

Zhao Tian's eyes seemed to be open, his eyes were empty and blank, and his body was still playing instinctively, as if Zhao Tian had played this dream back thousands of times. A cold tear flowed from the corner of his eye, slid through the skin that was as smooth as fine jade, and dripped on the piano table with a click, blooming a small splash.

In the moment when the tears were broken, there seemed to be a different picture flashing, and in each picture there would be a blurred figure and a black and white intertwined guqin.

Everything was shattered, leaving only a shallow water stain on the table.

"Where is this?"

Zhao Tian was floating in a chaotic-colored mist, very puzzled!

At this moment, his figure looks a little illusory and hazy, it should not be an entity, and his entire body is translucent, like a legendary soul, floating in the air.

He had been in this space filled with chaotic mist for a long time, and Zhao Tian couldn't remember exactly how long it was, the concept of time here was very vague, there was no day or night, no matter how Zhao Tian flew or how many distances he crossed, his eyes would always be that gray mist.

At this moment, Zhao Tian was not deliberately flying in any direction, although there was no physical exertion, but his heart would be tired, he just let his body float in this space with the surging gray mist.

He began to calm down and think, trying to find some clues to get his consciousness out of this monotonous space.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment and thousands of years, and an inexplicable throbbing woke Zhao Tian up from his thoughts.

I don't know when, the chaotic mist in the area where Zhao Tian is located has become very thin, and a brilliant light is faintly visible in front of him, which is the direction that caused his heart to throb.

Finally there is a difference, although I don't know what it is, I can only go and see, maybe there is the key to leaving this space.

Constantly flying towards the source of the glow, Zhao Tian finally saw clearly what was attracting him.

He stared blankly, completely shocked by the picture in front of him.

It was a familiar scene, perhaps it had appeared countless times in his dreams, but it was subconsciously placed in the corner of his memory by the soul and deliberately never remembered!

In the midst of a black cosmic void, a supreme palace exuding an eternal and immortal aura was emitting a divine and peaceful light that shone through the heavens and all worlds.

She just stood there quietly, but it was as if she had suppressed the disasters and sins of the whole world, the long river of time was cut off here, and the dimension of space was reduced to nothingness here.

All destruction is terminated, everything, billions of beings, infinite stars, worlds large and small...

All of this is frozen, and the whole world is like a movie, pressed and paused.

However, the palace, shrouded in endless radiant divine light, was in ruins, and most of it had collapsed, and there were ruins everywhere, except for a small attic in the center.

There was originally a small garden in front of the attic, but at this moment, there was only a stump and broken leaves, and the rare elixirs and peerless gods that were originally ordinary but were soaked in the breath of supreme existence and sublimated have turned into a stump and broken leaves, and the energy contained in them turned into immortal light and integrated into the foundation of this palace.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared above the ruins of the garden, and then slowly expanded like a black hole, forming a pitch-black hole, as if connecting the most ancient, oldest, darkest and darkest inexplicable space.

A figure of a woman in blue walked out of it, and when she landed, she stumbled, her body swayed, and she almost fell.

In the end, the woman in blue still stood up straight and walked slowly towards the attic, and she was holding a black and white guqin in her arms, but the seven strings on it had all broken for some reason.

The woman's face was always blurred, only the new red that kept dripping from the corners of her mouth was particularly glaring, and a little red could be seen all the way from the garden to the only room on the third floor of the attic.

As if putting down the most precious treasure in the world, the woman gently placed the guqin in her arms on the only table in the center of the room.

Stretching out the white and flawless jade hand that should not exist in the world, gently caressing the black and white textured guqin, there was a faint sadness in the woman's eyes.

"Don't wait for me!"

The moment he turned around, a drop of crystalline falling faint starlight flickered in it, like a tiny dzi gently rolling on the floor of the room.

An inaudible wail echoed in the room, but the guqin, whose strings had been all broken, shook on the table, and a long and narrow crack appeared on the body of the piano, which already had many cracks, as if it was about to be completely broken in two!

The woman's footsteps as she was about to step out of the door paused slightly, then she fell and did not look back, she finally left.

The footsteps grew farther and farther away, and only a soft word echoed through the room.

"Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up again is a new beginning, you must be happy!"

The woman entered the black void again, and when she completely disappeared into the unknown, she turned her head, her eyes seemed to have penetrated the barrier of infinite space and time, and saw all living beings frozen in the immortal light.

There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, with sadness, and finally the woman's figure completely disappeared into the black hole that led to chaos and mutual harmony.

Immediately, the large black hole shrank back into a small gray dot that seemed to not exist, and after a flash, it melted into the gap between time and space.

This supreme palace was finally ruined, and I don't know how long it had passed, and the divine light that had shrouded everything slowly receded, and the palace that had been immortal was completely dimmed.

The river of time began to flow again, and the world returned to normal operation, but no life in this world has ever seen the palace that has guarded this world for countless years.

Zhao Tian was a little inexplicable, he didn't know what this scene represented, he was at a loss, he just watched in a daze as those pictures gradually dimmed, and were covered by a thick gray mist.

He came back to his senses, and his illusory body flew into the thick mist, looking up and down, left and right, back and forth.

However, Zhao Tian didn't find the slightest trace, as if nothing had happened, and the experience just now was just Zhao Tian's false imagination.

Suddenly, the chaotic-colored mist in front of them was separated, and a ruined palace slowly drifted in.

Different from before, it turned out to be real, a vicissitudes and vast aura came to his face, but it gave Zhao Tian an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy.

Zhao Tian stepped on this palace, walked through the broken glass paths, the ruins of broken and collapsed houses, walked past dead woods and dry streams, and pushed open the attic door that seemed to have been stained with countless years.

A drop of Yin Hong's blood on the ground was still there, a little warm, a little dazzling, as if the person who left it had not been gone for long.

Following the feeling in the dark, Zhao Tian slowly went up the stairs, and came to the only room on the top floor of this attic without the slightest surprise.

His hand slowly raised, but it trembled violently, I don't know why the closer he got here, the more Zhao Tian's heart hurt, there was a deep sadness that was almost desperate, a kind of unbearable loneliness and loneliness.

Zhao Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath slowly, trying to calm his trembling hands.

Finally he opened his eyes, and with a gentle push of his hand, the door opened.