The dawn light rises from the east.

The darkness dispelled, and the heartwarming morning light fell between the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth. However, the sunlight that should have been warm, this moment makes people feel sad. The hidden sadness was pushed apart and exposed, covered with scars.

"Thanks."

Looking at the ray of morning light, King An murmured.

Looking at the gradually disappearing darkness.

He felt a lot of reluctance in his heart, not because he was reluctant to leave the darkness, but because he was walking towards the darkness alone.

"The road to darkness is long, I wish the young master a happy song."

The sound was like a wake-up bell, and the kings and princes of Tianshu Pass shouted, shaking the sky, roaring the sky, the earth trembled, and the sky city gate shook.

Every prince bent down and gave the most cherished gift, and bowed to the ground.

As the darkness disappears, people all understand the meaning of it.

The Qingxuan Ancient Emperor walked into darkness and never saw each other again.

And he is the same.

"The road to darkness is long, I wish the young master a happy song."

From the age of Tianshu Pass to the age of young people, men and women shouted, and the sounds echoed at this dawn, and the heaven and earth shook for it.

This moment.

The strong men in the Great Qin Dynasty all stared at this direction.

Listening to the faint sound in the distance, the light flashed in my eyes.

A strong man stood up in the city of Daqin, bowed down to the Tianshu Pass in front of thousands of Daqin people.

The strong bowed.

This made the people of Daqin not understand why, but when they thought of the darkness and the soldiers guarding the city, they should pay their respects to them.

The Great Qin Dynasty, from the lord of the dynasty to the people, all bowed in that direction.

The people didn't know who they were worshiping this time, and they just thought they were grateful to the soldiers before the fight. Only the strong people understood who they were worshiping this time, soldiers, and even the young master.

Imperial City, Hospitality Inn.

The darkness leaves, and the trees fall and the dead leaves circle in the wind.

Manager Zhang in the hospitality inn was like a dead old man standing in the backyard. The morning wind stirred up his clothes, and his silver hair was stranded in the sky.

His eyes suddenly opened.

His gaze looked at the place where Tianshu Pass was, and his gray and turbid eyes saw white clouds floating in the blue sky. Daqin bowed alone and drew pictures, which were a kind of gratitude scroll.

The scene in my eyes is not as magnificent as I imagined, nor is it earth-shaking.

There are only simple thanks and bows, which look so simple but so unforgettable, like a soft song that can't be sung, light, faint, soft, sad...

Yan Wu's shoulders were shaking and his upper and lower teeth were clenched.

"Didn't you say you'll come back?"

He stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Feixian Divine Dynasty.

The strong men in it looked into the distance, with deep eyes, and no one could know what they were thinking.

The Feixian Emperor looked in the direction of Tianshu Pass.

He thought of the scenery of the mountains and rivers. The mountains were not high and the water was not deep, but quiet and peaceful, with fragrant plants and trees.

"That's his burial place."

The murmuring voice melted into the air.

He tried every means to kill Fang Xuan, but he didn't expect... he would end in this way.

For some reason, the Feixian Emperor Lord fell into a heavy burden and let out a long breath.

A pair of sun-burning eyes flashed with faint light.

It was not until now that the emperor master realized that the seemingly young man put too much pressure on him.

Before I knew it, the Lord of the Divine Dynasty was breathless.

The invisible pressure was not realized until Fang Xuan died.

Southern Divine Dynasty.

"Are you just dead?" Ning Yuxuan, the saint, was a little dazed at this moment and felt that it was unreal.

Looking at the brighter sky outside.

Many kings and princes in the Starry Sky Palace looked happy on their faces.

To be honest, they are really scared.

Fearing that the young man in white came back, his mysteriousness really made these kings and princes who were in charge of the lives and deaths of thousands of people frightened.

This day.

The broken wasteland was shaken.

When the vigil arrived, the young master attacked in a white dress to block the invasion of the darkness, which was brilliant and sad.

The whole world was in an uproar because of him.

Those who knew Fang Xuan found it incredible, and the questions that had been lingering in their minds once again appeared in their minds.

Who is he?

What kind of power is needed to have such a person?

What he did was more mythical than myths, almost dreamy and as if false.

"Continuously creating miracles and unreplicable achievements are destined to shake the past and present. Even if you die, you will be remembered forever and sing forever."

"We may have misunderstood any force he does not belong to. Perhaps such a person may be a kind of glory in his own existence. Is he... an immortal?"

Some people who don’t know are asking about Fang Xuan.

As darkness came, the darkness outside and every creature gathered, Fang Xuan's figure was seen by creatures, and everyone knew it. The unknown wanted to know who the young man in white was.

Is it the emperor?

Which emperor is from ancient times to the present?

People want to praise it.

Every wise creature in the world is talking about that young master.

He was dressed in white, with a worn-out milk can hanging on his head, and he broke into the darkness alone, just like the ancient Qingxuan Emperor, suppressed the night watch and returned to the world's Lang Langtian.

Fang Xuan's name spread all over the world.

Anyone who learned about his deeds could not speak for a long time.

"Is it the reincarnation of the emperor?"

"There has never been a saying that the emperor is reincarnated. I think he is a disciple who was stopped by the emperor's blood gate, or the emperor's parent-child, who has been preserved in this era and blooms with glory."

"I don't know the heavens, his deeds did not exist in ancient times. Will there be any future? I don't think there will be any more."

People are telling Fang Xuan's strength and are shocked by his existence.

There are also countless people who admire it and leave a look of pity.

"If such a person is given time, Di Hong, Qian Tu, the invincibility of the world will continue again. We will witness the fourth invincibility and say another invincibility."

"It's a pity... God is unfair, God is jealous of talent."

Fang Xuan’s deeds are shocking and sighing.

The whole world is talking about him.

Most of them were stunned.

They didn't figure out one thing.

"Is he the emperor, the emperor? He has the power of a priest against darkness, but later records describe him, how should he tell him?"

"Emperor? Emperor? But he does not seem to be a true enlightener. I heard that his cultivation level is only at the gate of Xuanpin."

Whenever I talk about this, there will be people silent.

And at this time someone told a message.

"The Qin Dynasty seems to be planning to call back the dark and lonely young master."

"Really and false? Are you not afraid of futility?"

"What Qingxuan Ancient Sect did in the past is the best explanation. They once consumed most of their foundation to communicate with the Qingxuan Ancient Emperor who entered the darkness. In the end, they failed and almost breathed. In the end, they were sealed and hidden for thousands of years before they recovered."

"The Qin Dynasty must be crazy. They are still doing this when they are surrounded by enemies?"
To be continued...