"Don't think too much about authority," the white-haired boy looked at him and responded, "The gap between you and the realm of the Kongxuansan is too big, and even if you have authority, you can't beat him."

"Why don't you lend me your body, and I'll help you solve this battle-"

"—I'd like to give it a try." Gu Xu interrupted him and said with a firm gaze.

"Alright then," the white-haired boy shook his head slightly, "Pull out the nail from my left leg, and the authority it seals, called the 'Mandate of Heaven', can affect fortune and manipulate probability...... How powerful it can be depends on how you use it. ”

"Destiny ......" Gu Xu silently recited the word in his heart.

By now, he had become more and more familiar with the scope of the Ziwei Emperor's power from the astrolabe and the role of various authorities.

"Lord of the Stars" and "Master of Vientiane" - this is the honorific title for him in the "Treasure of the Star Lord".

"Holding the stars in the sky, the catastrophe of the universe, the rise and fall of the world" - this is the eulogy of the world to him.

He is by no means simply presiding over day and night with the "Taishang Haotian" respectively.

Time and space, stars and knowledge, fate and cause and effect...... It's all under his control.

Gu Xu bent down, grabbed the nail on the white-haired boy's left leg, and pulled it out vigorously.

The white-haired boy looked at him with his head down and a smile.

In a trance, Gu Xu seemed to see a vast starry sky, and the starlight gathered into a surging river, rolling endlessly.

He realized that the stars symbolized the fate of all beings.

Maybe as long as he stretches out his hand and makes a splash in this bright galaxy, someone's fate will change unconsciously.

He stood still, closed his eyes, and quietly digested the vast amount of knowledge that poured into his mind.

In the process, the dark clouds of the Netherworld rolled, the wind howled, and the howls of evil spirits were heard in the distance, as if they had encountered a terrible predator.

Nearby, the ancient Meng Po Pavilion trembled violently like an earthquake, and countless cracks appeared on the black pillars, like dense cobwebs, all the way to the eaves.

Faintly, he seemed to hear the white-haired boy whispering in his ear:

"Gu Xu, Gu Xu, you have to understand that sometimes, having the ability to look directly at fate is actually an unfortunate thing...... You will find that many things have their own pretenses, just like the ending of a story that has been written for a long time, and even if you try your best, you can't change the ......"

By the time Gu Xu opened his eyes again, he had already returned to reality.

He felt the scorching True Yuan rushing and roaring in the meridians, and felt a massive increase in his own strength.

New authority is also clearly perceived.

As long as he wants, he can always face up when he tosses copper coins, always draw big and small kings when playing poker, and shoot arrows, and he can also make some accidents with a small probability become 100% inevitable.

But there was no joy in his heart.

Because of the battle in front of him, I can't wait for his participation, and it's already over.

The Snow Maiden's body has completely dissolved.

Her plain white dress, together with the pen, fell from a high altitude and landed a few meters away from Gu Xu.

Many of the doppelgangers of the Empty Xuansan have also been reduced to ashes.

Only the main body, the white-bearded old man in the blue robe, stood in the distance and repaired his body's injuries.

"I'm late." Gu Xu thought in his heart and walked slowly towards the plain white dress.

Some resentment welled up in his chest.

is not only complaining about his low realm, but also complaining that the white-haired young man has been talking nonsense and delaying time, and he is unwilling to give him new authority.

If he could have joined this battle earlier, and used the authority of the "Mandate of Heaven" to make more mistakes in the spells of the Kongxuansan people, he might be able to save her back, right?

"Don't be whimsical," the white-haired boy chuckled in his mind, "You are well-read and familiar with the classics, you should have known for a long time that once such a thing as burning divine souls starts, it will be difficult to stop.

"Unless, you have a higher level of power than her, and you can forcibly terminate her actions; Or when you are promoted to the realm of the 'True Monarch', you can use the authority of 'time' to reverse time. ”

yes, I've known about this for a long time.

The Snow Maiden had no intention of surviving this battle at all.

She just wants to atone for her sins while dragging the empty Xuansan people and fighting for a glimmer of life for me.

Gu Xu thought silently.

But perhaps it was "authority" that helped him out of desperate situations twice.

He always had some luck mentality, thinking that maybe this time, "authority" could help him save the Snow Girl and achieve a happy ending without sacrifice.

As it turns out, both he and the Snow Maiden are too naïve.

"Authority" can only help him, but it cannot always be his lifeline.

Snow Maiden sacrificed herself, and it didn't mean that Gu Xu would definitely be able to escape from the empty Xuansan people unharmed.

After all, even if the clones of the Kongxuansan people were all dead, and there was only one body left, it would be more than enough to deal with a weak cultivator like Gu Xu who had just entered the fifth realm.

Gu Xu laughed at himself, and a sadness surged in his heart.

The world has long forgotten him.

The only snow girl who was thinking about him also melted.

If he dies here today, no one will remember him, miss him, collect his body, and hold a funeral for him. He will be one of many nameless corpses who will die in the ghost plague, and will be dumped in mass graves on the outskirts of the city.

The so-called "Great Qi Tianjiao" and "Ziwei Heirs" are all empty in the end.

Before he knew it, he walked to the plain white dress that the Snow Maiden had left behind.

The dress was stained with water, and it was cool to the touch, and it seemed that there was still her breath.

He squatted down, ready to fold the dress and put it into the "idle cloud residence".

At this moment, several colorful flower notes flew out of the sleeves of the clothes, like butterflies fluttering in the snow, and gently fell to the ground.

Gu Xu remembered that he had seen colorful flower notes in the Lu family's murderous mansion - many years ago, Lu Shiyao, a young girl, had recorded her daily mood and observations on those flower notes.

Unexpectedly, after she became a ghost, she still retained this habit.

Gu Xu sighed lightly, picked up these flower notes one by one, and carefully read what was written on them:

"The twenty-third day of the fifth month of the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. Listen to the wind, listen to the snow, and listen to the poetry of the immortal son. Childe's poems are magnificent, with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains between the lines, but the way he laughs is very gentle, like the moon in his arms.

"He's such an interesting guy."

"The twenty-fourth day of the fifth month of the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. There was a trail of childe's footprints on the snow at the entrance of the cave, and I tried to step on it gently. Fortunately, he didn't see it. ”

"The second day of the sixth month of the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. Together with Gongzi, I tasted rock sugar gourd, fish cake and red oil noodles in Jingzhou. I couldn't have tasted them. But because of the presence of the son, I was almost spicy with red oil noodles and my tongue was numb.

"Fortunately, the ghost has no tears, so Childe can't see my tearful and embarrassing appearance."

"The fifth day of the sixth month of the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. I seem to have forgotten Childe's real name. But if I asked him, would he be upset and think I was stupid......

“……”

Gu Xu looked at them one by one, only to feel that the bridge of his nose was sour, but his eyes were very dry.

Since the moment he broke into the top of Yishan Mountain, "Childe" has become the most frequent word in Snow Maiden's notes. He knew that Snow Maiden had always been lonely, and that he was her only companion for years. But he never thought that he would be so important in her world.

Under her face, which is as cold and ruthless as the ice and snow of Yishan Mountain, there is a heart as pure and sentimental as spring water.

"Silly girl," Gu Xu muttered in a low voice, "I really just wanted to use you to deal with the enemy at first, but I didn't expect you to ......"

Quietly, he flipped to the last note.

There is no date written on this flower note, only a small poem written in neat and beautiful handwriting:

"The twilight wind blows, and the leaves fall on the branches. Dan's heart is inched, and the sorrow is unknown. ”

(End of chapter)