Epilogue one

A year later.

The Stigmata Continent has completely sunk and has become a historical term......

In the people, large and small mourning activities are continuing, and the fall of superstars is saddened by the whole world!

This list of the dead is so extravagant that it includes almost all the warriors at the top of the pyramid of the human world, who are the guardians and spiritual leaders of their respective continents, and each of them is a chapter that can be sung through the ages, they are illustrious in an era, and they are destined to be imprinted in history......

Bards have celebrated their deeds all over the world, and every human kingdom has erected heroic monuments to them, forever commemorating their deeds and spirit!

This day is destined to be different!

In the Ultimate Seal Battle, the strong men who were determined to have died in battle had already held a memorial meeting that belonged to them.

But for the missing, it was not until this day a year later that a memorial service was finally compelled to be held.

No matter how hard it can be forgotten, but they really didn't return......

This memorial ceremony, held on the three islands of Xingqing, is even far better than the state funeral of the monarch of the Di Dynasty in terms of scale and number of attendees, because the black and white frames hanging above are full of famous characters through the ages: Feng Qinglang, Angry Waves Kronos, Brufeld, Dongfang Pei......

On this day, all human kingdoms and the whole territory lowered their flags at half-mast to mourn. On this day, the crimson vortex stopped functioning, like a solidified symbol, mourning in silence...... At the moment of silence, all the ships of the three islands of Xingqing sounded their whistles together, turning into neat mourning notes between heaven and earth.

On the road paved with pansies on both sides, people from all over the world came to mourn, holding snow-white cypress branches, silently lined up for a bow.

In addition to Nanxing Soul and Anu, Beatrice also appeared in the white clothes of her widow......

People looked at these three stunning beauties, and their hearts changed Feng Qinglang regretfully, a symbol of the times, the founder of the rich and rival Xingqing forces, and the king of Nie Zheng of the Di Dynasty...... But now all this is history because of his return to the depths of the stars.

The light of the setting sun shines on this land, dyeing this white with a layer of golden streamers.

There were a few figures, their footsteps were in a hurry, and they looked very abrupt in the crowd of people queuing up in an orderly manner, especially when they didn't even have a cypress branch in their hands...... The supervisor who maintained order was immediately furious, and immediately rushed forward, intercepted the other party, and shouted: "If this is the condolence, order line up." ”

But after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he almost fainted, and the appearance of these people happened to correspond to the portraits in the black and white frame high behind him.

It was Feng Qinglang who was the leader, and he smiled: "I participate in my own memorial service, please make it convenient and don't have to queue up." ”

“……”

Epilogue II

Di Allen slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was still standing on the huge green leaf, a dream-like feeling, strongly filled his soul, could it be that he was still on the elven altar, and the thousand years he had gone through before were just momentary hallucinations?

In front of him, there is still the delicate table of twenty-four stars, the silver-gray scale, upright and centered, looking up at the sky, it is a particularly bright starry night in the elven world......

Turning around, the elven priest's white hand was gently flickering, and the colorful light points slowly ended fluttering, and a twenty-four-pointed star like an illusion slowly disappeared into her palm.

Aaron found that his hand was still on one side of the scale, and his wrist was uninjured. That transaction didn't start......

His breath became rapid, and he lost his breath slightly, and quickly withdrew his hand from the scales.

The priestess said softly: "Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, what you have just experienced is a blink of a thousand years in the Book of Time!"

"Is everything just an illusion?" Aaron felt a little dazed, because what he had experienced was so real.

"How can it be an experience, but also an illusion? You can think of it as a real future in another parallel time and space, or you can think of it as we are standing in the beginning past that can change the future!" the priestess's voice was gentle, like the soft starlight.

Aaron slowly regained his composure from the shock, and couldn't help but think in his heart that without that transaction, there would be no bleak future...... Oh my God, Angry Waves, Arya, and Munoline, are still outside the elven altar, waiting for me, and my future will be completely theirs, and I will be able to spend the best time of our lives......

As for Yaling...... Thinking of the death of a thousand years in the blink of an eye, such a brief reunion, does she really like it?

His eyes grew firm, and he retrieved the small tuft of hair from one end of the scale, put it back in the pocket on his left chest, and then picked up the silver scale, the artifact called the Coffin of the Celestial Coffin, and threw it with his hand, like throwing away an insignificant piece of garbage.

It fell out of the elven altar, into the sea of clouds, and disappeared in an instant, and the priestess took it in stride, for thousands of years there were thousands of precious things thrown down from this altar......

After thanking the priestess solemnly, Aaron said, "Your Highness, can you give me a page of the Book of Time?"

"With Your Excellency's contribution to the elven world, you deserve to be a gift!" the priestess smiled, and with a sparkling hand, she wiped it into the air and tore off a page of the Book of Time in the void.

It looked like it was just a beautifully made piece of parchment, laid flat on the starry table, and Aaron picked up the quill and solemnly wrote:

Dear Feng Qinglang, thank you for all you have done for me, or for what you will do for me......

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