Eternal Sacred King

Uncle Feng waved his robe sleeves and led Su Zimo into the void.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them came to a towering, beautiful, lush mountain!

At the foot of the mountain, there is a quiet and unique villa, surrounded by clear water and connected by weak willows.

When he came to the front, Su Zimo looked up and saw a plaque hanging above the villa with four big characters - Guyao Bieyuan.

For some reason, seeing these four words, his heart trembled lightly for no reason.

He seemed to think of something, but he didn't dare to think deeply.

"You go in."

Feng Bo said: "The master is inside."

Owner?

Su Zimo was stunned.

He had guessed before that there might be a sage-level powerhouse behind Uncle Feng, who must be the owner of this Guyao courtyard.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, gently pushed open the wooden door with both hands, and stepped into this courtyard.

In this other courtyard, there are mountains and rivers, lush trees, and some ancient buildings are scattered.

The courtyard is simple and elegant, but every layout is full of heart, and it is integrated with the surrounding mountains and rivers.

Uncle Feng did not follow him in, but stood outside the door with a respectful expression.

Su Zimo walked through the courtyard alone.

Suddenly, I saw a clear pool of water, fishes playing, water waves rippling, fiddling with the water surface and blooming water lotuses.

In the center of the pool, there is an elegant water pavilion.

In the water pavilion, a woman dressed in white sat leaning against the railing, facing Su Zimo on the side. It was obvious that her skin was better than snow, and she was more beautiful and elegant. Just a side face, it was better than the beauty of the world.

The woman in white seemed to feel something, and turned her head to look over.

Su Zimo was shocked, as if struck by lightning!

The next moment, he smiled happily.

Yaoxue!

After so many years, seeing this familiar face again, in an instant, countless past events flashed into my mind, and Su Zimo's heart filled with endless joy.

He finally knew why Fengbo would help him and protect him so much.

He finally knew why the Ancestral Fire Holy Land was willing to give him such treasures as the Golden Lotus of Merit.

Many things, the moment they saw Yaoxue, have answers.

But none of that matters anymore.

For Su Zimo, the most important thing is that Yaoxue is still alive!

"Yao Xue!"

Su Zimo was excited, gave a soft call, took a few steps forward, and was about to cross the stone bridge to the water pavilion a few feet away.

But when he came to the stone bridge, his footsteps gradually slowed down, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The woman in white in the water pavilion looked at him with a calm expression, and there was even a hint of indifference in her eyes.

Su Zimo stopped and looked carefully at the woman in white in the water pavilion.

It seemed that suddenly, Yaoxue had become so unfamiliar again.

He was so unfamiliar that he did not dare to recognize it.

"You got the wrong person."

The woman in white said lightly, "My name is Yaoji, or you can also call me Saint Guyao."

Su Zimo stared at the woman in white for a while, then slowly shook his head.

He didn't want to believe it.

No matter what the name of the woman in white in front of him was, in Su Zimo's eyes, she was the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the woman who cried for him on the Dragon Burial Valley, the woman who wore the robe he made by himself and smiled like a flower , Ji Yaoxue, who has been with him for thousands of years.

"You, do you have any troubles?"

Su Zimo asked.

Guyao saint said: "I am the saint of the Ancestral Fire Holy Land, the daughter of the Holy Master, what difficulties will I have?"

"Then why do you want to save me, to help me?"

Su Zimo asked.

Sage Guyao didn't answer, just took off a white jade pendant from his waist and raised it gently.

Su Zimo was startled.

"This is... a dream order?"

The white jade pendant in the hands of Guyao sage is exactly the same as the dream-like decree on his body!

Guyao sage said: "There are two Rumeng decrees, which are given by one person, Axie and I each hold one. Since Axie's Rumeng decree is in your hands, for her sake, I will naturally be right. You take care of one or two."

Could it be that Yaoxue's help to him during this period was only because of Ah Xie, because of Rumeng?

Su Zimo's heart moved, as if he thought of something!

"Presumably you should have guessed it. Since I have a dream order in my hand, I naturally understand the Great Dream Dao."

Guyao sage said lightly: "For me, the world of Tianhuang is just a dream. My way is to incarnate in thousands of dreams to cultivate, and the Yaoxue in your mouth is just one of them. Just one."

Is that so?

All kinds of things are just a dream for Saint Guyao.

Because of this, Yaoxue's realm cannot be broken through.

Because of this, Yao Xue's body disappeared.

Just woke up.

those things.

It's all fantasy bubbles.

those people.

It's just a passerby in a dream.

Who cares?

Who will remember a dream once?

Everything in the past was just his wishful thinking.

Su Zimo stood on the stone bridge side.

Guyao sage stood in the water pavilion.

Su Zimo looked at Guyao sage quietly, the two were separated by a stone bridge, their eyes met, and they did not know each other.

Guyao sage looked indifferent, looking at Su Zimo's eyes, as if he was watching a passerby in a dream.

Indifference, alienation.

Su Zimo felt a pain in his heart.

There is only a stone bridge between the two.

But even these stone bridges a few feet away seem to be separated by the end of the world.

After a long silence, Su Zimo smiled relievedly and said, "That's fine..."

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face of Saint Guyao, opened his mouth slightly, and seemed to want to say something, but stopped.

After a long time, Su Zimo's heart seemed to finally let go of something.

In any case, no matter who she is, it is enough to know that Yao Xue, who he remembers, is safe.

Between the two, the acquaintance of thousands of years, or a dream, has become a thing of the past.

Su Zimo took out an old and somewhat whitish robe from the storage bag, folded it neatly, leaned over gently, and placed it on the stone bridge.

"Thank you Guyao saint for giving this opportunity, we... have the fate to see you again."

Su Zimo took a deep breath, handed farewell, no longer stopped, and turned to leave.

Su Zimo turned around and didn't notice that when he heard the words 'goodbye by fate', there was still a trace of waves in Sage Guyao's calm eyes.

After the two met for the first time, when they parted for the first time, Su Zimo once said a few words of goodbye.

She once said with a smile at the time, it is not fate, but we will definitely meet.

The memories that had been dusty for many years reappeared in her mind.

When Su Zimo's figure completely disappeared, Ji Yaoxue still stared blankly at the direction he left, her eyes turning red.

She looked at the familiar clothes at the end of the stone bridge, and when Su Zimo had gone far, she murmured: "Only...you are not that dream.

Those things, those people, many she had forgotten.

Only the bright blue shirt was always clear and imprinted in her memory forever.