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Ji Ge took a step forward.

The bloodstained dress slowly burned away, and the divine power woven a new long dress for her, with wide sleeves and a meandering hem. The light golden tone was like the first ray of dawn at sunrise, and it was as brilliant as broken gold. Beautiful and sacred.

The complicated totem of destiny was outlined behind Ji Ge, forming the pattern of a clock. The lines of time were dizzying. It slowly shrank, became more and more solid, and flew into the hands of Tiandao with a whoosh.

She moved the time hand and stepped into the river of time.

The scene in front of me changes.

In the fourth year of her wandering, No. 30, she rescued an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life and was weak from a group of pursuers.

Ji Ge, who was tightly covered with a cloak, was not in the mood to listen to his thanks and turned around to leave, but was stopped by the old man's voice.

"Since fellow Taoist saved me, I should repay you."

"No need." She didn't slow down or stop listening to him.

"I know a lot of things," the old man said slowly without being hasty. His eyes were filled with invisible horoscopes and stars, which slowly rotated and disappeared.

"For example, raising the dead."

The slender figure paused.

She had a chilling temperament and a dangerous tone of voice, "What did you say?"

"I come from the Tianji lineage. I know the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams and can see into the future."

The old man spoke slowly, as if he could not feel the murderous intention projected on him by Ji Ge.

"If you are determined and willing to wait for hundreds or thousands of years, then I have a way to resurrect the person you want to resurrect."

Ji Ge was silent for a long time, her eyes flickered and it took a long time before she spoke.

"it is good."

The scene continues.

Ji Ge continued to watch.

Seeing Old Man Tianji take off his disguise after she left, revealing the true face of the Holy Lord.

She is not surprised.

From beginning to end, she didn't believe him. She continued to move the hands.

Time is disordered, with many times overlapping or intertwining, even the way of heaven cannot identify them.

The scene turned, and an elegant and quiet palace appeared. The Tianji Palace was suspended under the sky with a special formation. It was the place closest to the consciousness of heaven.

In the inner room guarded by numerous restrictions and formations, the white-haired woman looked softly at the altar in front of her, where the newly born god was sleeping.

She couldn't bear it, but she still started to pull out the golden strands. This method consumed her a lot, and the former Holy Master's complexion slowly turned pale.

The light and shadow in front of her also gradually dimmed. It was not until the last ray of golden light was restrained by her that the former Holy Master stopped his hand. At that time, the white-haired boy who was still the Holy Son asked from the side, "Holy Master, why do you want to take out the divine bones?" ?”

He raised his head in confusion, "This is the legitimate way of heaven."

"Shh," the Holy Lord made a gesture to signal him to be silent. The new consciousness of Tiandao was still sleeping, but he did not rule out the possibility that He would hear these words. "The new Tiandao has been born. The responsibilities of our Tiandao Palace are It is to uphold and convey the will of heaven and maintain world stability."

The Holy Son lowered his head and said nothing.

But the Holy Lord stepped forward, and the new god who had dispersed the divine radiance transformed into the appearance of a human baby, a little girl.

Her eyes were soft.

"She can't stay in Tiandao Palace, I will send her to the world of cultivation."

The Son responded, "I understand."

The screen changes again.

Whether it’s her hundreds of years of wandering in the world of cultivation, or the mountains of corpses and seas of blood she created, or the fact that the newly succeeded Holy Lord is dissatisfied with the newly awakened consciousness of heaven and feels that He is too ignorant and not the master of all things at all. As it should be, the silent song never stopped.

The huge amount of luck was consumed at an alarming rate.

The pointer rotated countless times, the light and shadow fragmented and converged, and finally stopped at the time Ji Ge wanted.

She watched quietly.

The river of time made ripples, and the water splashed across her ankles, like light and beautiful feathers, falling off piece by piece, cutting out slender blood marks.

Before his eyes lay the fragments of history that Ji Ge had been searching for for a long time.

No.30 fifth update