On the other side of the mysterious universe is the world scene of the round sky.

In the center of the Boundless Sea, three overlapping and suspended Xuanqi continents, and a towering pillar of heaven from the bottom up stretches across the sea and the nine heavens, connecting these three vast and glorious lands named [Zhuhua Three Heavenly Realms].

Under the vicissitudes of the ocean, the ruins lead to the gate of hell, and the top of the nine clouds and the sky, the temple guards the light of the avenue.

Upward is the path to light. The suspended Pure Land of the Three Lands, the Pure Land of the Pure World, has been baptized by the sea of clouds, and is the most solid line of defense for the [Yitian Sumen] where the Emperor of Heaven and the Light are located, and it is also the pioneer of spreading the grace of light.

And under the ocean, in the depths of boundless sinking and darkness, filthy soil creeps in. Coveting thousands of years of evil and monsters, carefully peeking at every glimmer of opportunity to devour the light.

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Towards the Heavenly Sumen.

In the majestic temple that shines in Kyushu, the Emperor of Heaven bathes in the essence of the sun and the moon, opens his eyes slightly, and slowly looks at the sea of heavy clouds outside the hanging window. Outside the window, the ethereal and vast sea of clouds is magnificent, the light of the morning sun is still warm and warm, and the world is still stable as usual.

"Hmmm......"

After a while, the Heavenly Emperor's eyes revealed a touch of compassion that was not easy to detect.

"The waves will be like chaotic clouds, and when the war will start again......" The Emperor of Heaven muttered alone, a little rainbow light between his brows flickering, as if to indicate that something was coming.

At this time, the huge door of the temple slowly opened and closed, and the gilded and colorful Vientiane was like a rainbow in the foam, meeting the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.

Outside the door, an envoy dressed in red-trimmed ink had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the door of the palace open, he took a step forward gently, lowered his head and whispered, "Emperor of Heaven, the hour has come." ”

The Emperor of Heaven came back to his senses, bowed slightly to the messenger in ink, then got up and walked out of the hall. Seeing the Emperor of Heaven leaving, the ink-clothed messenger also followed, and the two walked to the high platform that awakened the rising sun one after the other.

The temple is long and wide, and even the steps are made of jade. The morning glow of the Sumen Gate is as warm and gentle as ever, and there is no lack of majesty and dignity, and when it is brushed on the steps, it ripples out like water, and it circles beautiful and natural ripples. And the Emperor of Heaven's white gold robe slipped by, and all the dirt and dirt could not be hidden, and the supreme light would wash them all away.

"I'm here...... How many years?" On the way, the Emperor of Heaven suddenly asked softly.

The ink-clothed messenger was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head and calculated: "It's seven hundred...... more than one year. ”

"Oh, time flies so fast......"

The Emperor of Heaven did not stop, but the expression on his face became a lot more complicated, helpless and relaxed, "The troubled times that occur once in eight hundred years are coming, and I vaguely remember the scene of the last Emperor of Heaven passing on to me. ”

The ink-clothed envoy just followed closely behind the Heavenly Emperor, not daring to say anything lightly.

"Don't be nervous. The Emperor smiled.

But his face quickly returned to that unpredictable and complicated expression, and he secretly lowered his eyebrows, as if he was sad and happy, but there was no sadness and no joy.

"It's just...... Zhao Zhao's destiny, who will be chosen this time......"

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At the bottom of the three-day realm, in a house inscribed with the words "Yu Family" on the Wujin plaque, the young man who had not yet gotten up suddenly sneezed twice.

"What's going on......" the boy muttered sleepily rubbing his itchy nose.

An ordinary teenager, an extraordinary fate, shouldering the heavy responsibilities of the past and the present, silently chose a corner of a new hope in the long and vast long distance.