Countless black runes slowly appeared from Feng Yan's right hand from his fingertips. The edges of them were flashing with golden light, slowly extending from bottom to top, covering Feng Yan's original skin.

An indescribable despair began to slowly dissipate in Wei Xingzhen's heart.

He trembled and tightened Feng Yan's right hand, which had changed color at this moment. Just like in his previous life, when the incident happened, he still couldn't understand what was going on.

He will never forget the last time he met Feng Yan in his previous life. At that time, she suddenly burst out and inserted the dagger into her shoulders, neck, and heart... When she woke up again, A Yan and their sworns had disappeared, and he was lying alone on Youdu Mountain.

Afterwards, he searched for Feng Yan everywhere, but unexpectedly met He Kui and learned from him the "Hundred Six Yang Jiu" that A Yan was thinking about.

After that, he didn't know what was going on. He lost all his strength and woke up again in Youdu Mountain.

This time when he stepped onto Middle Earth again, everything on this land was different. In front of him were tribes of all sizes and big. While he was walking, he saw people carving what had happened on stones and burying them underground.

There was no unified dynasty there, no silk clothes, no paper and bamboo pens...

There is no Feng Yan either.

When he returned to the realm of human concentration again, he found that there was no Xuan on the Thunder Monument engraved with his name at this moment. Wei Xingzhen truly realized that under his feet was nine thousand years ago - he returned to the past that had not happened yet. Although it was an overly distant past, what did that matter... The demon fox is best at waiting.

Wei Xingzhen lowered his head and looked at Feng Yan's face in his arms.

He was not even sure whether Feng Yan was sleeping or dying at this moment.

He held Feng Yan's hand tightly, but felt as if he was holding a handful of quicksand.

"Sir..." Ge looked at Wei Xingzhen's sudden pale cheeks, and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

The earth under my feet began to shake, and the vibration was from far to near, as if something huge was rolling from all directions, not relying on people to come out collectively and searching in different directions. When I return, the news I brought back was surprisingly consistent.

——Ruoshui is coming towards Luoyang City.

They became rivers on the ground, like a giant python composed of water, surging from all sides.

"Sir, what should I do now?"

Wei Xingzhen carried Feng Yan on his back and stood up.

"Use these seeds," Wei Xingzhen handed the bag with the seeds to Shin, "drop it along the walls of Luoyang City - hurry up."

"Is this...workable?"

"Try it first." Wei Xingzhen said softly.

“…Sir, where are you going?”

"I want to confirm something." Wei Xingzhen whispered, "After you finish it, you will come back here as soon as possible. I have other things to do."

"yes!"

The seven figures in the rain curtain were sputtering in seven dim fireworks and sparks, sputtering in different directions.

Wei Xingzhen returned to the palace with Feng Yan on his back. He first went to Sun Youwei's bedroom - the empress was sleeping on the imperial throne. The spoon and porcelain bowl in front of her broke all over the floor, and the palace maids around him fell all over the floor.

He quickly withdrew from here and went to several other side halls.

Finally, in the farthest house, Wei Xingzhen finally found Mrs. Feng who was taking a nap here.

Feng Qi sat on the chair, his whole upper body fell on the table, and he also fell into a drowsiness.

Wei Xingzhen stepped forward and pulled up the old man's sleeve. The old man's right hand was still clean without any other traces.

He frowned and was about to leave, but suddenly he thought of something. He turned around and walked back to the other side of the old man, pulled up the sleeve of her left hand, Wei Xingzhen's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened wide-

Sure enough, there were also layers of black runes on Feng Que's left arm at this moment, which was no different from Feng Yan's right hand.

There were continuous rumbling sounds coming from the distant sky, as if the ground collapsed and destroyed.

If there is an eye staring down from the sky at this moment, it will see countless towering giant trees rising up along the outline of Luoyang's city walls.

The water from heaven and the water from underground converge on the ground, and they roar and roar with the spirit of sweeping everything.

The huge current of water uproots the mountains, forests and the plants in the wilderness. Those unmanned stations and lonely wild bridges were shattered under this force that swept everything.

However, when the weak water passes through the small villages in the mountain stream, the water flow suddenly separates, and people's lives are hanging in their sleep, and they are in danger and safe again.

The water flowing from the sky and the earth was constantly gushing out from the depths of the sky and the earth. They rushed to Luoyang and towards Daizong Mountain with great momentum.

...

"I... guessed it right?"

Under the ground of Liufu Mountain, Xia Ying looked at the old man in front of him, but only a string of laughter was answered.

The old man nodded, as if he was both surprised and satisfied with the result.

Xia Ying's hand under her sleeves slowly clenched. After becoming a messenger, this was probably the first time he felt a numb and chill on his scalp.

Although he had already had a premonition that the ground might have sealed his unexpected answer before he came here, he had never imagined that behind all this was the rotation of the way of heaven.

At this moment, the ground trembled slightly, and Qing Xiu began to restlessly near him - Xia Ying also noticed this unusual vibration.

"What did you mean when you said you gave me a chance?" Xia Ying asked.

The old man's laughter slowly stopped, and her eyes narrowed slightly, "Okay, okay... I'll tell you. I originally thought that if you can't answer, I will not forgive one of them, nor will I forgive one..."

Xiaying didn't understand for a moment, and her eyes were quite confused.

"But since you answered, I will leave the lives of others for the time being, and only take Luoyang and Chang'an."

"You seem to have made something wrong." Xia Ying's voice was very soft, "It's not your turn to say such things in the current situation."

The old man snorted and laughed a few times, "Do you know what the biggest mistake Fuxi made?"

Xia Ying looked directly at the rock face in front of her.

"He mistakenly thought that I could be killed-"

The old man's voice slowly accumulated energy, and the entire Liufu Mountain also shook. Xia Ying couldn't help but raise his hand to block his eyes - not only because of the rock ash falling from above, but also because of the light edges piercing the stone tablet in front of him suddenly emitted ten times a hundred times light.

This light edge was inserted tightly on Feng Zhiyan's stone tablet from beginning to end, without any wavering.

"Twenty thousand years have passed, and I have come back from the dead again and again - until four hundred years ago, I was trapped here... Every time I was about to break free, there was always a new sword that stabbed me and kept me from moving...

The old man's breath became heavy, and she looked at the light edge that belonged to Feng Dai mockingly.

"But even you are almost at the end of your strength, right?"
Chapter completed!