I traveled through the book and became a junior sister of a sect. The plot is decided by me.

Gu Ning was floating up and down among the stars, and his whole body was in a wonderful state, as if everything in the world was passing through his body, and it seemed as if there were mottled lights and shadows.

She couldn't see Bai Cang in front of her, nor could she see the stars around her. She seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool. She had difficulty breathing and couldn't help but breathe in big gulps. It was as if everything from all directions was pressing down on her and pouring into her heart.

She was pressed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

But soon, the feeling of almost suffocating disappeared, and she felt as light as a swallow in an instant, as if everything was just a passing cloud. Scenes from the past flashed before Gu Ning's eyes, and she stretched out her hand, wanting to grasp her past.

But like quicksand, it scattered between fingers.

"Bai Cang!"

I don’t know how long I stayed in this confused state, maybe a day, or a year, or even hundreds or thousands of years. Gu Ning’s consciousness gradually became confused and dissipated in the vast passage of time and space.

Suddenly, Gu Ning woke up with a start and called out.

With a startled cry, the stars in the sky stopped, time and space froze, and there was no one in front of him.

Gu Ning took a deep breath and was confused for a moment. The next second, sadness rose in his heart.

Bai Cang...the God of Time, Bai Cang, was completely wiped out in the long river of time.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the stagnant stars suddenly became agitated, and in the blink of an eye, they flickered to outline the appearance of Bai Cang. The aloof and proud Bai Cang was exactly the same as the one Gu Ning had seen in the Milky Way before, still as cold and moving.

Gu Ning felt a slight sore in his nose, and the next second the quicksand dispersed, and the figure made of stars slowly dissipated.

The stars gradually fell, and it seemed as if a tinkling song started up and slowly and sadly dispersed in the sea of ​​stars.

That was... the fall of the era of gods, the fall of the ancient gods in the last Shangqing divine realm in the world.

Heaven and earth mourn together, the stars and the moon turn dark.

Gu Ning stood quietly there, watching the stars falling from above one by one without blinking, and turning into inconspicuous grains of sand when they landed at her feet.

All the stars and things are nothing but specks of dust.

Heaven and earth have the same lifespan, and in an instant all things exist.

These words suddenly appeared in Gu Ning's mind. Her mind moved and her eyes fixed on the place where the star fell.

Thousands of stars suddenly gathered together, moving and changing with Gu Ning's thoughts, as if an invisible giant hand was casting something.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft and bright light lit up among the twinkling stars. Gu Ning raised his hand and waved it gently, and the stars spontaneously scattered to both sides.

In the center of the stars, there seems to be a round bright moon hanging brightly and softly.

Gu Ning waved his hand, and the "moon" came to Gu Ning.

The moon is quietly suspended in the void, as if the purest moment in the night sky is frozen forever.

The mirror-like surface is as smooth as newborn lake water, without a single ripple, yet revealing an unusual clarity.

When you look inside, ripples will appear on the mirror surface, as if a window to another world is slightly opened, instantly drawing your entire mind into it.

Gu Ning played with his own spiritual weapon, "Life is but a dream, a dream lasts only a moment, so I will call you the Mirror of the Moment."

This mirror is like a small world, and the passage of time and space in the small world all moves with Gu Ning's thoughts.

If you use the Shuyu Mirror unexpectedly during a fight, wouldn't you be able to manipulate your enemy at will?

Gu Ning thought with satisfaction.

The sword of floating life cuts through floating life, and the mirror of a moment reflects a moment.

Looking back again, the sea of ​​stars was stagnant and dim. Gu Ning waved his sleeves lightly, turned around and strode forward.

Now that the matter is over, she should move forward with Bai Cang's expectations.

Behind her, the stars gathered into pieces and fell down in large chunks, as if they were offering a memorial.

***

In the sycamore forest, Zhou Wentian looked at the endless red maple forest in front of him and frowned slightly.

The fiery red maple forest swayed in the wind, and a maple leaf swayed and fell on Zhou Wentian. He was a little dazed for a moment, feeling that the scene in front of him was familiar.

"My Emperor, you are finally back." When the wind rose, an old voice sounded behind Zhou Wentian.

He subconsciously drew his sword, and the sword flashed, pointing directly at the old man's throat.

"Who are you?" Zhou Wentian's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked vigilantly at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The old man stared at Zhou Wentian fanatically with tears in his eyes, and suddenly his gaze fixed on Zhou Wentian's face.

"No, you are not our emperor. Who are you?!" His eyes suddenly flashed with a cruel light, "Where did you hide our emperor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man leaped up, and huge wings suddenly appeared. The broad and gorgeous feathers slowly spread out, and the sharp and smooth wingtips cut through the void, sweeping towards Zhou Wentian fiercely and gracefully.

Zhou Wentian did not dare to underestimate him. With a flash of light, he instantly displayed the unity of man and sword, like a dazzling stream of light crashing head-on.

"Chirp!" At the moment of collision, the surrounding fiery red maple leaves suddenly wrapped Zhou Wentian up, and the sound of a phoenix suddenly resounded through the sky. At the same time, the maple leaves turned into scarlet phoenix fire, burning fiercely around Zhou Wentian.

On the other side, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on the old man's face. The surprise just appeared for a moment, and he subconsciously stepped back in shock. A faint fluorescence appeared between his wings, as if stars fell on the wings, shining brightly, giving people a soft and light feeling.

"My Emperor, spare my life. I am Qingluan!"

Seeing that the Phoenix Fire would never burn out, the old man cried out.

Zhou Wentian, who was wrapped in the Phoenix Fire, had a face full of question marks: ???

Something is wrong. Could it be that I am...really a phoenix?

The moment the absurd thought arose, Zhou Wentian suddenly felt as if he was possessed by "Gu Ning". Otherwise, how could he play a joke on himself at such an urgent moment?