"My bronze mirror is broken?"

In the Dragon Bone Hall, the Mirror Demon Lord couldn't believe it and stared at his mirror.

"what happened……"

There was nothingness shattered across the mirror.

All the pictures are over.

The Mirror Demon King could vaguely feel that the reason why the bronze mirror was broken was that he had "sniffed" to an existence that was too powerful. At the end of the mirror, a powerful force that could not be seen directly emerged.

"...It is the existence of the Apocalypse River that has revived!"

The Mirror Demon King suddenly woke up.

He quickly summoned the chessboard of the high platform and murmured: "This matter is important... I must report it to Yours quickly..."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

When the Demon King came, he was still intact chessboard of dragon bones. It was broken at this moment and was dismantled at the level of cause and effect.

The Mirror Demon Lord remembered the words and instructions His Majesty Dragon Emperor gave him.

Everything that involves the sleeper of the Apocalypse River is taboo...it cannot be excavated, felt, or tested.

"Looking straight at him is like looking straight at His Majesty..."

The mirror demon king stood in front of the bronze mirror in a daze, looking at the broken mirror with the blooming spider web, reflecting countless broken selfs.

The bronze mirror is broken and the chessboard is dismantled. Is this a sleeper from the River of Apocalypse. Is it a warning to the Dragon Emperor Palace?

...

...

An indescribable "great power" came to the top of Xiaochong Mountain.

This dramatic conflict ended in a more dramatic way.

Only Ning Yi, who held the purple box, was not affected by this great power... because the master of that taboo power wanted to see was him.

In the last long night of the galaxy, the vast moonlight and starlight twist on the top of the mountain and flow.

The sleeves of the blue swimming fish tattooed with the blue water swims swaying in the storm on the top of the mountain.

At the moment when Yuan arrived, the whole world seemed to have turned around.

The top of Xiaochongshan Mountain is like a world in a mirror.

Ning Yi even heard the sound of blisters beside his ears. He looked around and there were huge black shadows passing by the clouds on the moonlit night. It was a long whale that covered the sky and the moon, and wherever he went, he sucked the sky and spit out the sky.

Yuan spoke first.

His lips did not move, and he stood on the top of the mountain, but his whole body was like an ancient seaweed soaked in the water. Even Ning Yi's fortune-telling scroll could not see Yuan's true appearance. He could only see the skin as white as a lotus and the two round red dots on his cheeks.

The sound was very clear.

"Long time no see, Urle..."

"Or, call your name in Da Sui, Ning Yi?"

Yuan seemed to have a smile on his blurred look.

There was a smile in his voice.

He walked slowly towards Ning Yi, and ripples were created step by step. The wind and air on the top of Xiao Chongshan Mountain turned into noise from the seabed, and retreated in all directions.

In just two steps, Yuan came to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi finally saw the face of the young man in Shuixiu Daluo, and his eyes were filled with a gentle and expectant smile.

Looking forward to "reunion".

"Long time no see..." Ning Yi also smiled. After Tianqing Pool, he had been longing to come to the grassland. On the way he came, he was still experiencing how to awaken the sleeping existence of the Apocalypse River.

Finally we met.

"Should I call you 'Yuan' or the National Normal University?"

Ning Yi had a complicated expression and stared at the "tag existence" in front of him who was truly youthful and eternal.

In the picture scroll of Tianqingchi Mansion, he saw the shocking scene of the founding of the Dinghai of the Great Sui Dynasty... At that moment, Ning Yi confirmed his conjecture.

Yuan, who was sleeping at the bottom of the Mother River, was the first national master who lifted the upside down.

"The name is just a code name." Yuan whispered: "And the code name is not important... what is important is my identity."

Ning Yi was stunned for a moment.

As early as when he first stepped into the grassland, Ning Yi heard the rumors that the taboos at the bottom of the mother river existed.

Two thousand years ago, when the Lion Heart King, who was in charge of the northern border, stepped on the God Plateau, and his pseudonym Urle, conquered this land, he "followed" a legendary formation master. The formation master single-handedly arranged a solid long formation to establish a frontier front.

After the fall of the Lion Heart King, the formation master disappeared.

Xiaoyuanshan Fu Sheng told himself that the records in the tent books... The formation master was the sleeper of the Apocalypse River. After Urle returned, he had protected the grassland for two thousand years.

The footprints of "Yuan" are not only like the Lion Heart King. If Ning Yi has enough information, he will see that this lonely formation master has traveled through the years and traveled all over the mountains and rivers, appearing among many famous "big events" in history.

He may be the tomb explorer who broke into Hongshan and left a picture.

Perhaps it was an unknown formation pattern master who made great achievements with the Lion Heart King.

Perhaps it was the first national master of the Sui Dynasty who brought the sky and sea together with Emperor Guangming.

Perhaps he is a legendary figure who founded the Lotus Pavilion.

But these are not important...these are just code names.

Ning Yi suddenly realized at this moment, but was also a little confused.

When a person appears in history as more than one person's identity, then these "identities" can only be regarded as code names.

The most important thing is the initial identity.

Before going to bed in the River of Apocalypse, before entering Hongshan, before conquering the grassland, before founding the country and establishing the pavilion...

Ten thousand years ago.

Who is Yuan?

This is a very important question... Ning Yi's premonition will never be wrong.

So he asked this question eagerly.

"Who are you?"

A brief silence—

Yuan smiled and said.

"who I am?"

There was three points of self-deprecation in his tone and seven points of sadness.

This is not a rhetorical question, it is more like a statement... or a question.

Yuan spoke, looking at Ning Yi with a sincere look. This scene looked quite funny. It didn't seem like Ning Yi was asking him, but he was asking Ning Yi.

Ning Yi was a little confused.

He asked with his eyes.

Should I know this question?

Yuan understood, so his eyes became softer.

"I am not one of them... If you can't give me the 'answer' now, I can only tell you that I am not the identities you found."

Yuan's voice is light, but powerful.

Ning Yi became even more confused.

Yuan no longer continued this topic. He stood on the top of Xiaochong Mountain, carrying his hands on his back, and a broken and swaying light spot "swimming" towards him.

Yuan stretched out a hand.

The curse mirror is extremely docile and falls into the palm of your hand.

"A fake that is good to imitate." Yuan played with it for a while and gave such an evaluation.

Imitation?

Fake?

Ning Yi looked strange and had a picky eyelid.

This is a real curse mirror, a top-level treasure refined by the Great Saint of Kunpeng, the Great Sage of Northern Desert, which can reflect both sides of all things in the world.

"Fake? How did you see it?" Ning Yi asked quickly, his attitude was very low.

Yuan twisted the mirror, glanced at Ning Yi, and smiled meaningfully.

In his opinion, this seems to be a funny question.
To be continued...