But how to solve this matter, Nangong Xuan couldn't make up her mind.

She thought for a long time, and then took out a broken seal.

This is what Yue Tianya traded to her after the trip to the Illusory Secret Realm.

Yue Tianya could sense that the aura of the Dao rule on this Great Seal came from the Zhisui Palace, so he used this Great Seal as a bargaining chip.

And Nangong Xuan, who has practiced the "Sutra of the Ruling Year", perceives the breath on the Great Seal more clearly.

She could feel that the remnants of the Dao rules on this Great Seal came from the same origin as the existence that held the Winter Moon.

And 4,000 years ago, the Zhisui, which symbolizes the authority of the winter moon, was disconnected from the Zhisui Temple.

No matter how much they sacrificed, they could not establish communication with that one.

Nangong Xuan was born in November, which is the same as the month to which the deacon belongs, and if she follows the previous rules, she should be able to receive the blessing of the Lord of the Winter Moon.

The disciples of the Deaconate Hall believe in the Deacon, and Nangong Xuan has been trying to find the magic weapons and holy relics related to the Lord of the Winter Moon, trying to use these things to learn about the current situation of the Deacon.

However, since she returned from the Illusion Realm, she has been in retreat, and has not yet used this Great Seal.

But now, she has encountered something that she can't decide.

Nangong Xuan entered a quiet room, which was a small altar, and she placed the broken seal in a special position on the altar, knelt down, and recited an obscure sacrificial text.

On her body, a faint layer of light was released, submerged into the Broken Great Seal, and the Broken Great Seal glowed, and the power extended out, as if it had established a connection with somewhere in the void.

………………

At this moment.

East China Sea, the country of mermaids.

Lu Xuan, who was packing up his things and preparing to leave here, suddenly let out a soft "huh" and stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Lingzhu turned his head and looked at the look on his face.

"Someone called me."

Lu Xuan blinked, and took out a wooden box from the storage magic weapon.

He reached out and opened the wooden box, revealing half a crystal skull.

The skull is transparent throughout, showing a pale blue color, and it is flashing with bursts of light at this moment, like a magic weapon for communication after receiving the news.

Lu Xuan looked at the half of the crystal skull and fell into a memory.

He remembers...... This thing seems to have been brought back from the Eastern Wilderness four thousand years ago.

Four thousand years ago, Lu Xuan went to the territory of the Zhisui Palace, and in a strange space, he was seized by an unknown existence.

Then he killed the other party, dropped half of the crystal skull, and on the wall of the ancient city of Jindan, there was also an extra humanoid imprint.

After that experience, Lu Xuan completed his understanding of the way of time and space, and also guessed the identity of this existence-

One of the twelve years of the Ruling Year.

For this kind of thing, Lu Xuan felt that he had miscalculated.

He originally planned to seriously injure the other party first and ask about the situation in a friendly manner.

Unexpectedly, after only touching it, this existence died.

However, in terms of the Ruling Year's Palace, they don't seem to care much about this kind of thing, and they still have to do what they should do, Lu Xuan feels that they have one less Ruling Year, and the impact is not great.

He didn't take this matter to heart, and now, after many years, someone has established communication with this half of the crystal skull through a secret method.

Lu Xuan thought for a while and decided to answer.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the crystal skull, dabbling a wisp of spirit in it.

………………

Eastern Wilderness.

The Hall of the Ruling Year.

Nangong Xuan lowered her head and closed her eyes, reciting the sacrifice.

When she finished reading the last sentence and opened her eyes again, she realized that the scene around her had changed drastically.

She was now in a great hall with a hundred and eight ancient stone pillars that held up the dome.

These stone pillars are not known how high, but they extend upward, and the stars rotate around the stone pillars.

For a moment, Nangong Xuan felt that these stone pillars were not supporting the top of the main hall, but the entire heavenly dome.

Outside the main hall, the chaotic fog is filled, and inside the main hall, the Xuanhuang two air flows, and the sun, moon and stars are born from the chaos, and they are wiped out by the Xuanhuang two qi, so intertwined and reciprocated.

Nangong Xuan was in the main hall, feeling as small as a speck of dust.

Those ancient stone pillars seem to be close at hand, but they seem to be far away in the sky, and the sun, moon and stars seem to be constantly moving, but they seem to be solidified.

In this world, there is no concept of space, and there is no concept of time, Nangong Xuan knelt in the main hall, feeling that his concept of "existence" had also turned into nothingness.

She raised her head, and in the infinite distance, a majestic figure appeared, and immeasurable light, immeasurable way, and immeasurable power flowed from him.

Dao Xinghe hung down from between his hair, and at his side, the world was as small as dust, life and death changed, his figure did not move, but seemed to walk in the direction of Nangong Xuan.

"Thou hast called me."

This infinite and majestic figure spoke, vast and grand.

The voice did not come from the outside world, but sounded directly in Nangong Xuan's soul sea.

After a short silence, Nangong Xuan kowtowed, and her voice choked:

“…… Nangong Xuan, a disciple of the Ruling Year Palace, visited Tianzun. ”

The monks of the Zhisui Hall called Zhisui "Tianzun", and they themselves were disciples of Tianzun.

The moment she saw such an existence, Nangong Xuan knew that she had found the Tianzun who was in charge of the winter moon.

Because only when you are old can you have such great power.

Nangong Xuan's eyes were pious and firmly believed in this.

"Thou, what do you call me?"

Zhisui Tianzun didn't care about her salute, but repeated his own question.

Nangong Xuan didn't dare to slack off, and immediately recounted what she had seen and heard in the immortal tomb space.

This space is controlled by Tianzun, and Nangong Xuan is not afraid of being snooped on.

Even if it was the Lord of the Immortal Tomb, she felt that the other party would never be Tianzun's opponent.

"The matter of the immortal tomb space is very big, the disciple does not dare to make his own decisions, as for the assassination mission, the disciple and those two have no grudges, and it is not appropriate to have cause and effect."

Nangong Xuan said.

Of course, she still hasn't said a word.

After the incident in the Illusory Secret Realm ended, Nangong Xuan heard that Senior Brother Lu Xuanlu had killed a Red Dust Immortal in the Illusory Secret Realm.

It is said that he has the back hand of Ji Lao Sword Immortal, and because of this, everyone can survive in the realm of illusion and secret.

That old sword immortal soared again, and his strength was unfathomable.

The corpse claims to be a great power, but there is also a gap between the powers.

Nangong Xuan felt that the other party was going to make a move on the person Ji Lingchen was protecting, and it would be cold nine times out of ten.

But this kind of thing, it seems a bit cowardly to say it, and it is a loss of the prestige of the Holy Maiden of the Year Hall, not to mention that in front of Tianzun, you can't lose this person.

So Nangong Xuan kept part of the reason and removed the other part.

After Nangong Xuan finished speaking, Tianzun's voice sounded in her head:

"You've done a great job with this."