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Clang—clang—clang! ! !

The loud and clear bells surged from Qilian Mountain and spread to every corner of the earth!

At this moment, the Daxia people who were rushing to Qilian Mountain to support them suddenly froze and stopped in mid-air...

"The Eastern Emperor's bell is ringing...Mr. Shen's side succeeded??"

Guan Zi furrowed his brows tightly, still staring in the direction of Qilian Mountain, and immediately said, "Quick, go and have a look!"

Several streams of light streaked across the sky. Those who came to support Qilian Mountain at this moment were all human gods and human ceiling-level powerhouses. As the mountain range gradually approached in the distance, their hearts were suspended...

If they guess correctly, they are very likely to face the [Key to the Door] head-on and have a fierce battle.

However, as their figures landed on the mountain peak, no one was seen... The imaginary battle did not appear, leaving only scars all over the ground.

"Wuquan?" Master Chen saw a figure in a pool of blood, and immediately stepped forward, only to find that he was not breathing.

"We're still late." His face was full of bitterness.

"... Where is Mr. Shen?"

The crowd scattered around looking for it.

"Why is there no sign of him? Even if he died in battle, there should be a body left behind, right?"

"Also, what about [Key to the Door]?"

Everyone searched the entire Qilian Mountains, but they couldn't find the two of them... It was as if they had evaporated from the world, leaving no trace behind.

"Still not... What should we do next?" Lu Wuwei tried to use his ability to track down the traces of the two, but even after writing his name on the order, there was still no response... In desperation, he could only turn his head and look at the two people in the gate. .

After being locked in silence for a long time, I still spoke,

"Take Wuquan back for a proper burial... Then all the refuges will enter the highest alert state to prevent the [Key of the Door] from raiding."

"……Yes."

……

deep in the universe.

A comatose figure drifted in the dead silence of the deep space.

clang - clang - clang...

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell did not reach this corner of the universe, but in a trance, Lin Qiye seemed to hear this sound.

"The Eastern Emperor Bell is ringing...is it a dream..."

In the chaotic consciousness, a thought emerged. He tried to regain consciousness, and opened his eyes little by little while he was half asleep and half awake...

At this moment, a light sigh echoed in his ears.

There was a ripple in the space around him, and gorgeous brilliance surged from it!

In the haze, Lin Qiye seemed to see a figure in a magic robe and a big hood, outlined from nothingness!

"...Your Excellency the Dean?"

……

Earth, islands.

In the sea area shrouded in mist, a black shadow stepped through the space and appeared out of thin air.

An Qingyu in a black robe glanced over the familiar island, quickly locked on to a direction, and walked towards it.

Not long ago, he was imprisoned here by [Chaos], and now neither [Chaos] nor [Black Goat] exists anymore... This island is silently shrouded in gray mist.

As he advanced, the outline of a warehouse loomed in the mist.

As he pushed open the door of the warehouse, a dazzling array of instruments and equipment were displayed. After being completely soaked in the mist released by the [Key to the Door], most of the electronic equipment here had failed, and the entire warehouse was dead silent.

On the other side of the warehouse, the specimen display cabin that originally stored a large number of corpses of gods was also completely emptied by [Chaos] and used to pollute [Black Goat].

An Qingyu glanced at the warehouse, and quickly walked to a corner, picking up a walkie-talkie from the dust all over the floor.

"Jiang'er, are you there?" He asked softly.

In the silent intercom, a confused rustling sound suddenly sounded.

"...I'm here, Qingyu, I'm here!" Jiang Er's distorted voice came out, "Are you all right? How's it going outside?"

"I'm fine...but I don't have much time." An Qingyu said seriously, "I need your help."

"Help you? What?"

An Qingyu didn't speak. In the nothingness behind him, the outline of the door of truth reappeared, and that grand door slowly opened...

"Qing Yu..." Jiang Er's puzzled voice came from the walkie-talkie.

An Qingyu was about to open his mouth to explain something, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and an impact from his soul almost made him faint on the spot...

"Don't be afraid, Jiang Er." An Qingyu's face was extremely pale, and he said softly, "I can't explain it now...but you believe me, I will definitely go to you..."

After the voice fell, he threw the walkie-talkie in his hand directly into the open door!

The heavy portal slammed shut!

After doing all this, An Qingyu flipped his palm, and an extremely round white stone appeared out of thin air.

He looked at the stone that looked like a white chess piece, and muttered to himself:

"The next step is the last step..."

He held this chess piece tightly in his palm, and stepped out with one step. The long river of time flowed from nothingness, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

By the time it reappeared, it had already reached the sky above the endlessly surging river of time!

Wearing a black robe, he stood calmly on the long river of time, his gaze followed the river to the distance, and finally locked on a certain area.

puff--

A figure in a gray cloak was outlined from the long river of time.

The figure stepped on a canoe, the silver-white hair moved in the long river of time without wind, and a long snow-white knife straddled his waist... It was the face of the God of the past!

He was driving a canoe, upstream in the long river of time, as if he was looking for something.

At this moment, An Qingyu stepped forward, and appeared in front of him like a ghost, blocking his way upstream.

"It's you?!" Seeing An Qingyu, Wang Mian's eyes narrowed slightly, "You're not the An Qingyu just now..."

An Qingyu lowered his head and glanced at the long river of time under his feet. The goal Wang Mian was going to was the time and space where he was just taken away by [Chaos] more than four years ago and would soon become the container of the [Key of the Door]...

He can't let Wang Mian change this period of history, because once he failed to become the container of the [Key of the Door] in the past, but let the other party create a new "Anqing Fish", then all the efforts he has made so far will be lost. It will all be in vain.

"Go back." He said lightly.

"what?"

"My timeline, you can't move."

An Qingyu slowly raised his palm, and the long river of time that passed quietly under his feet suddenly became turbulent, and turbulent waves and eddies appeared in front of the canoe of the king's face!

The canoe shook violently under Wang Mian's feet. After all, he was only the God of Time, and his strength was far different from that of An Qingyu today. He could only be forced to go backward in time...

"Anqingyu! Don't you want to save Jiang'er?!" He shouted.

"I will save her, but not in this form..." An Qingyu's voice was extremely calm,

"I warned you, don't try to change my timeline, and next time, I will bury you in time with my own hands."