night.

The silver plate hangs high, and the bright moonlight shines down.

Shang Yaoqin stood in the shadow of the courtyard, her figure hidden. She was looking at her senior sister Ye Zhuyin with a doting look on her face.

And when she saw her senior sister Ye Zhuyin interact closely with Hong Yuan, talking and laughing, the huge stone that had been hanging in her heart slowly dropped.

this moment.

She felt as if some kind of restraint had been taken off her body, and she felt refreshed and refreshed like never before.

"Senior Brother Hong Yuan."

"If I leave and never come back, I'll leave it to you, Senior Sister Zhuyin..."

She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said silently in her heart, and then her figure quickly disappeared.

He came without a trace and left without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

She thought that with Hong Yuan's company, senior sister Ye Zhuyin would not be too desperate even if she died.

Ye Zhuyin seemed to feel something and quickly looked back to the dark corner where Shang Yaoqin was standing just now.

Unfortunately, the building has long been deserted.

"Zhuyin, what's wrong?" Hong Yuan asked softly, seemingly unaware of Shang Yaoqin's quiet arrival and quiet departure.

"No, it's nothing." Ye Zhuyin shook his head gently, burying his doubts deep in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his pretty face again.

However, Hong Yuan still saw concern in the look in her eyes.

But Hong Yuan pretended not to know and quickly changed the subject, drawing Ye Zhuyin's attention away.

This is...the tacit understanding between him and Shang Yaoqin.

the other side.

Shang Yaoqin is wearing the emperor's black robe, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and his figure is looming in the void.

Almost just as her thoughts flowed, lightning flashed across the heaven and earth, and in a matter of breaths, she arrived at the old place of Miaoyin Pavilion from Fengxi Sect.

The speed is astonishingly fast, shocking and terrifying, even more terrifying than a sixth-level saint.

Miaoyin Pavilion is the sect’s residence where Shang Yaoqin has lived since his childhood.

now.

The old place of Miaoyin Pavilion is empty and dilapidated.

Once upon a time, an elder of Miaoyin Pavilion proposed to rebuild Miaoyin Pavilion and use it as the headquarters of the sect alliance.

But in the end, they were all suppressed by Shang Yaoqin. She fought against all opinions and continued to place the headquarters in Fengxi Sect.

And she did not allow anyone to rebuild the Miaoyin Pavilion during the battle for destiny.

She is warning herself not to forget the pain of yesterday and to work hard!

Once she becomes the Great Dream Destiny, Miaoyin Pavilion will naturally transform into a holy place, and is even expected to be comparable to the Great Emperor's Taoism.

If it doesn't work, everything is in danger~

"This is my home..."

Shang Yaoqin stepped on the bluestone floor and looked at the main peak of Miaoyin in the distance.

The moonlight fell and shone on her pretty face, making her look as extraordinary as a goddess from Guanghan, without falling into the mundane world.

Gradually, she came to an unknown, remote house and stopped.

Perhaps because the small house is located in a remote geographical environment, almost far away from human habitation, it is surprising that it has not been damaged, and no one has lived in it.

The small house is still as desolate and dilapidated as before...

Shortly after Shang Yaoqin was born, her parents disappeared from the world due to a mission.

It was Ye Zhuyin who worked hard to raise her single-handedly, even delaying important events in his own life because of it.

This small house is a token that has witnessed most of her and Ye Zhuyin's years.

Shang Yaoqin looked around silently, and everything he saw was filled with memories.

…

She was still a child, holding Ye Zhuyin's little feet, learning to talk, and toddling...

When she was about to start school, she hid in Ye Zhuyin's arms and refused to go to school for fear of being abandoned...

One pile, one piece.

Following the memories, Shang Yaoqin's pace changed.

Unknowingly, she had reached the inner room of the small house.

Looking at the pear flower bed covered with spider webs, a smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face.

Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color!

It’s so beautiful!

"It's time for the battle for destiny to come to an end."

"I will never lose!"

Shang Yaoqin's eyes gradually became firmer, and he regained his original intention of cultivating Taoism in his heart.

Ye Zhuyin deserves to have a good life of her own.

And she, Shang Yaoqin, should resolutely walk towards her own path of becoming a great emperor and never regret it until she dies!!

Suddenly.

A ball of dark divine light spread on the emperor's black robe, quickly wrapping her up and forming another small dream space.

Afterwards, it gradually dissipated, as if Shang Yaoqin had never been here before, and all traces disappeared.

In the small space of the dream world, Shang Yaoqin slowly relaxed and fell asleep peacefully.

She planned to invite Hua Menghuang to compete for the final destiny of the dream as soon as she woke up.

Success, everything is happy.

Defeat is fleeting.

…

The mountains are majestic, giant trees stand tall, and old trees hold up the sky. This is a lush and steep mountain range.

Although it is in the Eastern Barren Divine Continent, the terrain here is very similar to the mountains and mountains that can be seen everywhere in the Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent.

Deep in this ancient mountain range is the sacred territory of the southern Xinjiang army. Anyone who dares to intrude will be killed.

No one dared to take a step without getting a message from Hua Menghuang.

Under the shade of a towering ancient tree.

Hua Menghuang sat cross-legged, silently digesting half of the secrets of the Dream Dao she had learned from Xiao Yuan.

At the same time, he was also looking back on the battle with Shang Yaoqin.

It was very quiet all around, with only the cool moonlight shining down, filling the wild forest like water spreading.

It was also very cool under the shade of the trees, but it could not extinguish the extremely fiery Taoist heart in Hua Menghuang's heart, which was full of fighting spirit.

After a long time.

Hua Menghuang opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

She said: "What a Shang Yaoqin, he is truly extraordinary!"

After deducing from the battle just now, Hua Menghuang felt strong pressure from a person of his own generation for the first time in a long time.

She didn't have much confidence that she would be the final winner. This was the first time she felt the breath of death.

Before.

Although she, Hua Menghuang, took a big step ahead because of the Awakening Conference, she was overtaken by Shang Yaoqin in the battle for the Eastern Barren Divine Continent.

Let’s not talk about anything else, but let’s talk about the power competition behind each orthodoxy.

When all the seeds of great dreams could not be eliminated, Hong Yuan had always occupied the position of the number one mortal person, laying a good foundation for Shang Yaoqin, and gathering almost seventy percent of the people of the Eastern Barren Divine Continent...

"Hong Yuan..."

"Haha, is this what Master Bo Qing has always said to me? The right time, right place and right people can also be used as swords to kill enemies..."

"I never imagined that I would be forced into such an embarrassing situation~"

Hua Menghuang smiled helplessly and held the Mengjian tightly with his backhand.

According to her deduction, she and Shang Yaoqin are indistinguishable.

Anyone can fail, anyone can win, it is impossible to decide, and the future is unclear.

Subconsciously, Hua Menghuang touched his waist and took out a peace charm.
To be continued...