Taiping Immortal Palace.

The ministers retreated, and the hall was empty.

Luoyang sat alone on the throne and was distracted.

He could not forget the horror he had seen in Middle-earth, where so many rich cities had been reduced to ruins, and historical monuments that had once been the pride of different peoples were reduced to ashes.

What are those wars of mutual destruction?

"Immortal Emperor, it's all gone, what are you still doing sitting here?" Fang Yuan walked out from the side door leading to the inner palace, still holding a bowl of soup made with rare spiritual materials in his hand.

Luoyang looked at Fang Yuan, her appearance has changed a little compared to a hundred years ago, and her face and figure also have some characteristics of a middle-aged woman, but she is also more mature and stable, and she is a mother in the world. His feelings for her have also changed a little, and he has lost that heart-pounding feeling, but there is more of a family affection that is thicker than water.

No matter how unforgettable the love is, in the end it is family affection, just like the relationship between the left hand and the right hand.

Fang Yuan walked over with the soup in his hand, spooned it and handed it to Luoyang's mouth.

Luoyang drank the spoonful of soup and said with a smile, "What is Ling'er doing?"

Luo Ling, that is the son of Luo Tian, the son of Fang Yuan and his son, that is, the grandson of him and Fang Yuan. The little guy has just turned three years old, and he is the most troublesome mischievous character in this Asgard.

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "What else can your grandson do? At this time, I was catching cranes in the fairy garden, ouch, I didn't bother to talk about him. You, the grandfather, should also take care of him, always get used to him."

Luoyang held the bowl of soup in his hand, drinking the soup while listening to Fang Yuan's nagging, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.

A wife who does not nag in her husband's ear is not a qualified wife.

After drinking a bowl of soup, Fang Yuan took the empty bowl and said, "Immortal Emperor, the Taiping Dynasty must be without a prince, I think the matter of establishing a prince should also be put on the agenda."

Luo Yang said, "I already have an idea in my heart, you are my wife, and our son Luo Tian should be made the crown prince."

Fang Yuan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Immortal Emperor is wise."

Luo Yang smiled: "Go, I'll write the edict when I go back, and announce it tomorrow morning."

"The concubine retired." Fang Yuan took two steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "Immortal Emperor, I see that you have been sullen for the past few days, is it the war in the mortal world of Middle-earth that bothers you?"

"It's kind of an impact."

Fang Yuan said, "Immortal Emperor, the Middle Earth Mortal World is a big poison pool, it's a good thing that the poison pool is gone, you don't have to worry about it. Besides, for thousands of years in the world, your relatives in the world are gone, and Baili Pujia, Black Humerus Butterfly, Bai Jing and Xuan Taimei have all come up, and they are all fine."

A reluctant smile appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth.

"Perhaps you will be happier if you marry a few more wives." Fang Yuan said.

Luoyang: "......"

Fang Yuan pretended to smile mysteriously, "This matter, the concubine has the courage to call the shots, I will go and find a stunning fairy for you."

After a hundred years of husband and wife, she still hasn't changed her impression that her husband is a "Yin thief".

Luoyang did not deny it, nor did he agree, but just waved his hand.

Fang Yuan went.

Luoyang sat for a while, returned to the harem, met with each wife, talked about children and grandchildren, and then came back to something or something. After seeing all the people who should have been seen, and it was dark, Luoyang went to the imperial study again, wrote down a holy decree, and put it on the desk.

Luo Tian, who was born from the cube of this holy decree, is the crown prince, that is, the prince.

The night was vast, and one person and one sword flew away from the fairy palace and went away.

Abyss.

A hundred years ago, the Deyuan Plain was still there, and a hundred years later, the Deyuan Plain has been swallowed by the abyss.

The mortal world of Middle-earth is experiencing a war of destruction, and here, the heavenly abyss is devouring the fairy world. The world of the dead is certainly not spared, but Luoyang is not in the mood to see it.

He's never been a virgin, and he doesn't have anything to do with environmental girls, so ...... He doesn't care about the world of the dead.

"Come out,

Let's talk." Luoyang said.

No one responded.

"Didn't you ask me to die again and again? I'm here, I'm ready to die, don't you want to talk to me a little more?"

The voice still didn't come out.

Luoyang said angrily, "What do you mean? Come out!"

Still no response.

Luoyang took a deep breath and forcibly stabilized his emotions.

He remembered the last time the voice had appeared, the last thing it had said.

See you on the other side of the world, and I look forward to seeing you there.

"Meet on the other side of the world? Okay, then let's meet on the other side of the world." Luoyang jumped into the abyss.

A thick blue fog enveloped everything, and Luoyang fell in nothingness, unable to see anything, to feel nothing.

Just like the last time, he floated sideways for a while, and then fell in a straight line, and the speed was still very slow.

After some time, an iron tower floated by.

That's the Eiffel Tower.

It's distorted.

Subsequently, more things appeared.

Tanks, bombers, missiles, and even huge aircraft carriers......

The weapons of war that have destroyed the people of Middle-earth have appeared, as well as the ruins of cities. The vast space is crammed with these things, like a giant trash can.

Finally, the bottom of the abyss appeared.

It spun slowly, devouring the "garbage", and even if a huge aircraft carrier fell into it, it was instantly disintegrated into countless flickering spiritual texts.

Luoyang suddenly became nervous.

He couldn't imagine himself being broken down into a pile of spiritual texts, would his consciousness still exist in that case? Also, he will never see his sixteen immortal wives again, and a large group of sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters, and everything he loves, everything he knows will also disappear......

The desire to survive suddenly appeared, and then became more and more intense, and Luoyang instinctively glanced at the boundary wall of the Heavenly Abyss Vortex. There were golden spiritual inscriptions flashing, and a "→" symbol was flashing in one place.

For a moment, Luoyang wanted to leap over and escape from there.

But when this thought flashed through his mind, Luoyang suddenly smiled.

If you really escape, won't you be back to square one? Live all day with nothing to do, and then return to eternal darkness with this world. The extinction of humanity in the mortal world of Middle-earth is already a sure thing, and no one can save it. Then there will be the collapse of the fairy world, and no one can save it. So, even if he is reluctant, he can't change anything. After going back, it is nothing more than to accompany his wife and children and enjoy some more family fun. But this kind of companionship will come to an end after all, if the fairy world is destroyed, his wife and children will also disappear, what should he do at that time?

"It's time to face death, and I'm going to find the answer." Luoyang retracted his gaze, looking down at the whirlpool that was getting closer and closer.

The last distance disappears.

Luoyang fell into a whirlpool, and a golden spiritual text flickered......