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But she didn't touch these imprints, there are some things she can't do.

Fate has established cause and effect, and the deity cannot directly intervene in it. This is also an inescapable law of truth.

If the prohibition is violated, the chain of fate will be broken.

While traveling through the void, the Empress inadvertently glanced at the Primordial Demon Realm, and then stared at it for a long time.

The immemorial demon world left an incomparably powerful imprint of the way of heaven, and at the same time, she also recognized the breath of the Suzaku divine bird in the ancient demon world.

Sighing lightly, the Empress continued on to the Kingdom of Heaven.

After crossing countless planes of the starry sky, the empress finally came to the place where the doomsday decisive battle of the kingdom of heaven.

Immortal Nanhua was the first to perceive the arrival of the empress, and then everyone greeted the empress' arrival together, except Yanhua and Pojun who did not move.

Fate can affect other people, but the god of death in the beginning is beyond the control of fate.

The Pojun didn't move because Yin Jiuyou was her lifelong rival in love. Whether she was the Empress of the Yin Division or the God of Destiny, she and her were all trapped by a wall.

Therefore, fate cannot affect Po Jun.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Nanhua has met the empress." Nanhua real person said.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, I have seen the Lord of Taiji Dreamland."

The Empress called Master Nanhua the Master of Taiji Dreamland, because Nanhua's power is far inferior to her father's Hunyuan Taiji Master. She has lost the power of creation and can only rely on dreams to realize it.

After Xie Liuyun, Zi Yu and others met with the empress one after another, the empress went directly to the person he cared about the most.

White snow was flying, rustling down from between the eyebrows of Yan Hua.

Po Jun resolutely didn't move, and the two of them lined up on both sides of a man who had been completely sealed by ice and snow.

The life energy of Xie Moling's body melted the snow, but turned into ice again. His body seemed to be frozen, and he could only see his blurred cheeks through the ice.

This is a cheek that has been longing for and daydreaming, loved and hated.

Even after becoming the God of Destiny and clarifying the cause and effect, as soon as you see it, you will still fall deeply into it and cannot extricate yourself.

The Empress stretched out her hand to touch the icicle on Xie Moling's cheek, but Po Jun stepped over and stopped her.

Seeing this, the Empress smiled sadly and said, "Why, do you still hate me by now?"

The Empress can be called a widow in front of others, but she can only call me in front of Po Jun.

Po Jun was slightly taken aback, thinking about his misery during these times, and then seeing the empress' miserable smile, he silently moved away.

She didn't fight for the happiness that should belong to people before, and lost to pride.

Now there is only pain left, so why should she fight with others.

The same is true for people in the world. Most of the time, they are not competing for happiness and sweetness, but suffering and pain. This is probably also the sorrow of human nature.

If everything can be broken, life shouldn't be so miserable.

"Is there a way for Daozu to wake up?" Yanhua said coldly.

"Yes." The empress said affirmatively.

"Please."

Yanhua stepped aside neatly and stretched out her hand to the empress.

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Chapter 8 and Five

The Empress stood in front of the ice sculpture, her Nether eyes shining brightly.

At this moment she remembered the past.

Some people, even though they have changed countless moods, still remain deeply in their hearts.

The Empress didn't make people wait too long, she drew out the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sword and began to chant long incantations.

This mantra is very long, as long as a person's life.

To be precise, the empress was not chanting a mantra, but singing.

With the singing of the empress, time and space began to echo, and the old whispers resounded between heaven and earth.

"Moling, Moling..."

The Dao of Heaven has left innumerable imprints on this world, and so has Xie Moling.

The empress's singing is cold and sad, sad but not sad, but also warm in sadness.

This warmth comes from calling, from missing.

As the empress sang, the falling snow stopped, and the petals of Bianhua began to fall from the sky.

Blood-red petals, blood-red flower rain.

Silent, gently telling miss.

The empress loosened her long hair and danced lightly with the singing.

The other shore flower is extremely coquettish, and the empress's dancing posture is also extremely beautiful, which makes people sigh.

In the past, the empress left everyone with the impression that she was the lord of the Nine Nether Yin Division who was aloof and indifferent. Now she has torn off all the masks, showing her beauty for the first time.

Before that, no one dared to spy on the Empress's face. Compared with her face, people were more shocked by her identity.

Whether it is the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, the master of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, or the current God of Destiny, the influence of the Empress is omnipresent, and no one dares to disrespect her.

Now, as she dances lightly in the rain of flowers, people see her soul-stirring beauty for the first time.

I don't know how many people secretly sighed in their hearts, it turns out that the empress is so beautiful.

The Bianhua fell on the ice sculpture of Daozu, turned into runes, melted the ice and snow, and melted into Daozu's body.

The more petals sprinkled, the more vivid Daozu's face became.

Those irreparable scars are also being repaired quietly, the bones are covered with flesh and blood, and the scars are erased.

It's just that everyone was immersed in the singing of the empress, and no one noticed the change of Daozu.

It wasn't until the end of the song that the last flower of the other side fell, and everyone woke up like a dream. When they looked at Daozu again, the ice and snow had disappeared.