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Mo Yuan stood tall, his black robe moving with the wind, his face as calm as water, only a hint of deep thought was hidden in the depths of his eyes. He slowly walked into Taichen Palace. In Taichen Palace, auspicious clouds were floating, and fairy mist was rising. Every blade of grass, every brick and every tile in the courtyard seemed to be a faithful recorder of time. Under the gentle caress of the breeze, they swayed gently and rustled, as if whispering those long-forgotten stories of the past in a silent language.

Chonglin was on duty in front of the palace when he suddenly saw Mo Yuan coming. He was startled and hurried forward, kneeling on one knee, bowing and respectfully saying, "Meetings to Lord Mo Yuan." He thought to himself that since Lord Shaowan disappeared into the chaos, a long time had passed, but Lord Mo Yuan had never set foot in Taichen Palace. He didn't expect that he would come today. Time flies, like a white horse passing by. The past grand scene and expectations have all been swept away by the ruthless torrent of time, leaving only this devastated scene of things and people no longer the same.

Mo Yuan nodded slightly, and his eyes casually swept over Chonglin, then he looked away, and then, as if being pulled by some invisible force, he looked around. His thoughts drifted away, and the scenes of the past surged into his mind like a tide. Recalling the past, when Shao Wan was still alive, her smile was bright and brilliant, as if it could dispel all the haze in the world. At that time, he had stepped into the Taichen Palace several times, and each time he was happy and expectant. I still remember that they had walked side by side in this palace, enjoying the flowers and the scenery, and enjoying the breeze and the bright moon together, and they were happily planning that when the tragic battle between gods and demons was over, Shao Wan would be married from the Taichen Palace in gorgeous clothes, a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, with infinite scenery. However, fate is unpredictable, and destiny plays tricks on people. Although the shocking war came to an end, it also took away the most precious treasure in his heart. Now, he is alone, once again in this familiar yet endlessly strange place. With mixed feelings in his heart, he can only silently mourn the old dreams and loves that have passed away. The laughter and joy of the past seem to still echo in his ears, but are ruthlessly shattered by the loneliness and coldness of reality.

Things and people have changed a lot, Mo Yuan did not stay for long and went to the main hall of Donghua.

"Mo Yuan, come to Changle Palace." Donghua's voice rang out.

As soon as Mo Yuan heard Donghua's voice, he turned around and walked towards Changle Palace without mercy.

"Mo Yuan, come and see how to break this girl's magic." Donghua saw Mo Yuan enter the hall and did not exchange a few words with Mo Yuan before directly telling him the purpose of his visit.

Mo Yuan's figure was as fast as lightning, and he arrived at Changle Palace in a flash. His face was cold and solemn. After entering the palace, he did not stop for a moment, nor did he say a word, but walked quickly towards the bed. When he came to the bed, he leaned over slightly, stretched out his slender, white fingers with distinct joints, and gently placed them on Jiaojiao's slender wrist. Mo Yuan closed his eyes slightly, concentrating and calming his mind. After a moment, his brows slightly frowned, and he slowly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Donghua, and said calmly: "This is the formation created by Zi Ning. Judging from the condition of this girl, there must be a thousand threads and a deep connection between her and Zi Ning."

Donghua put his hands behind his back, standing tall like a pine tree. He stared at Jiaojiao deeply, with a complex look in his eyes, which was both inquiring and expectant. He then opened his lips and said in a clear but unquestionable voice: "Resolve this formation. I am really curious about what realm Zi Ning has reached and what abilities she has as her disciple."

Mo Yuan's eyes were still fixed on Jiaojiao. Hearing Donghua's words, he shook his head slightly, a trace of worry and caution in his eyes, and advised slowly: "Donghua, she is still in a coma at the moment. If you rashly solve the problem directly, it may cause harm to her, which is not a good idea. Moreover, this girl is still young, only more than 20,000 years old. Judging from her qualifications and the length of time she has practiced, she is at most at the level of an upper immortal. It is very risky to break the problem by force."

"More than 20,000 years old?" Emperor Donghua raised his eyebrows slightly, and a ripple of surprise appeared in his deep eyes, which were usually calm. In the animation process, because there was no such thing as touching the bone age, he was always in the dark about Jiaojiao's real age and knew nothing about it. Now that he heard this news, he was a little surprised.

"Yes, at this age, compared to you and me, she is just like a young cub with immature wings." Mo Yuan looked calm, but his words were filled with a sigh for Jiaojiao's young age. In his eyes, the fairy who was more than 20,000 years old was just starting out on the path of cultivation, and the road ahead was long and full of unknowns.

"In that case, let's wait until she wakes up, and then we can ask her in detail." Emperor Donghua paused for a moment, then changed the subject and said in a deep voice: "The appearance of this woman is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which has caused many changes. Zheyan and I have tried our best, but we still cannot figure out the mystery. Mo Yuan, you are a great talent, why not give it a try." After saying that, a very secretive and cunning light flashed quietly in the depths of Emperor Donghua's deep eyes. He secretly made a small calculation in his heart, with some bad intentions, intending to lead Mo Yuan to touch the dangerous laws of heaven. How could he not know that the laws of heaven are like a minefield that cannot be easily crossed. Once touched, there will be a strong backlash. He has personally experienced the pain of gnawing at the bones and heart, and it is unforgettable.

Looking back, since Shao Wan's death, Emperor Donghua felt as if a sharp thorn was implanted in his heart. Whenever he thought of it, he would feel pain. And Mo Yuan, for some reason, was involved in this pain, which made Emperor Donghua feel resentful towards him and unable to let it go. Because of this, in such a seemingly insignificant matter, he also wanted Mo Yuan to taste the torture a little, as if only in this way could he slightly relieve the resentment and unwillingness that had been hidden in his heart for a long time and suppressed deeply.

When Mo Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze seemed to penetrate the calm appearance of Emperor Donghua and reach the hidden intention deep in his heart. When their eyes met, it seemed as if there was an arc of electricity flashing silently in the air. In the brief exchange of glances, it seemed as if there was a silent confrontation of thousands of words. Mo Yuan slightly raised his chin, his expression solemn but with a hint of determination, and then slowly closed his eyes, mobilized the immortal power around him, and began to concentrate on analyzing the mysterious laws of heaven.

Mo Yuan's body was gleaming with spiritual light, his sleeves fluttering without wind, and strands of immortal power continuously gushing out from his body, interweaving and gathering in front of him into mysterious runes and arrays, slowly rotating, as if he was having a silent dialogue and game with the way of heaven. His brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and beads of sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the jade floor under his feet, splashing tiny water droplets.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the entire Changle Palace was silent, except for the fluctuations of the immortal power around Mo Yuan, which became stronger and stronger, like a surging wave, one after another, impacting the surrounding space. Suddenly, Mo Yuan's body shook violently, his eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling blood light spurted out of his mouth, like a red lotus blooming in the void, sad and heroic.

"Donghua, she is a ray of hope. Shao Wan can be saved." Mo Yuan's voice was a little hoarse due to the surging blood, but it could not hide the ecstasy and excitement in it. As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, and his consciousness instantly fell into endless darkness.

Donghua stood there quietly, his eyes deep and cold, watching Mo Yuan's body fall backwards like a felled tree. His feet seemed to be fixed, not moving at all, and he had no intention of reaching out to help. The air around him seemed to be frozen, and only the slight sound of wind caused by Mo Yuan's fall echoed in the silent Changle Palace.

Donghua's mind was like a surging sea. Mo Yuan's weak but hopeful words were like a hammer, constantly hitting his consciousness. "Shao Wan is saved." These few words were like a flash of lightning that pierced the dark night sky, instantly lighting up the corner of his heart that had long been desolate and shrouded in despair. His eyes flashed with a complex and incomprehensible look, with surprise, doubt, and more of a deep touch of past memories.

Donghua slightly raised his slender and bony hand, and there seemed to be a faint condensation of immortal power at his fingertips. He wanted to follow Mo Yuan's thoughts and calculate the mysterious laws of heaven again to find out the truth. But just when the immortal power was about to start, his movements suddenly stopped, as if he was restrained by an invisible force. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly put his hand down and sighed heavily. There seemed to be thousands of thoughts and entanglements in that sigh, which finally turned into a sentence: "Forget it."

After that, Donghua no longer hesitated, and quickly formed a complicated seal with his hands. His body was shining with light, and pure immortal power flowed out from his palm like a spirit snake, winding towards Mo Yuan's body. This time, what Mo Yuan suffered was just a little backlash of the law of heaven. For people like them with profound cultivation, it was not a very serious injury. When Donghua cast the spell, his expression was cold and his eyes were focused. His action was not out of pure pity or guilt, but just to make Mo Yuan wake up as soon as possible, because the doubts in his heart were getting thicker and thicker, and he was eager to wait for Mo Yuan to wake up and answer them. He urgently wanted to know who Jiaojiao was the ray of hope for, and what kind of shocking secrets about Shao Wan's life and death were hidden behind it.

"You're awake, but a backlash can make you vomit blood. It seems that you are really old?" Emperor Donghua raised a slightly sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth. His words were merciless, and every word was like a sharp arrow shooting at Mo Yuan who had just awakened.

Mo Yuan slowly sat up, with a glaring trace of blood still on the corner of his mouth, but he seemed to be unaware of it. His eyes were filled with an unquestionable firmness: "Donghua, she is my destined disciple, and she is also our only hope of survival."

"She can save Shao Wan. This woman is the savior of the world." Although Mo Yuan's voice was a little hoarse due to injury, it was loud and clear.

"What do you mean? Explain yourself to me clearly." Emperor Donghua frowned, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance.

"I have just calculated carefully, and the Heavenly Dao has also looked back to the past. This is our last chance left. Although she has the ability to save us, the final success or failure depends entirely on her thoughts. It depends on how she chooses." Mo Yuan looked solemn, and slowly explained the interests involved.

"So, our fate is controlled by her alone? But whether she is good or evil, we still don't know." Emperor Donghua frowned even more tightly, and worry suddenly rose in his heart.

"Will we know after she wakes up?" Mo Yuan said calmly, as if the distinction between good and evil in the world was no longer important to him at this moment. He only had one obsession in his heart: as long as Shao Wan could be saved, everything else could be put aside for the time being. In his opinion, the ray of hope carried by Jiao Jiao was too dazzling, enough to make him ignore all unknown risks and doubts. He firmly believed that as long as Shao Wan could be rescued from the endless distress, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, it was worth trying. Even if he had to entrust his fate to a woman whose life experience was a mystery and whose good and evil were unknown, he would have no regrets.

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Mo Yuan and Dong Hua walked out of Changle Hall. In the courtyard, the breeze was gentle and the shadows of bamboos were swaying. On the stone table, tea cups were ready and steam was rising. The two sat opposite each other. Mo Yuan was the first to break the silence. He looked directly at Dong Hua and asked softly, "Dong Hua, are you moved?"

Donghua picked up the teacup and took a sip. His expression was calm and his tone was calm: "What do you mean by that? I have already erased my name from the Three Lives Stone. I have no feelings for you."

Mo Yuan just shook his head slightly, his eyes determined: "Donghua, you are moved."

Donghua paused, slowly put down the teacup, and remained silent, as if thinking about how to respond to this straightforward statement.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan continued to speak concisely: "You can feel it, and I can feel it too. The strong vitality in her body is definitely not ordinary."

Donghua snorted coldly, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, as if he wanted to use the bitterness of the tea to suppress the inexplicable emotions that were rising in his heart: "So what? It's already a bad fate."

Mo Yuan leaned forward slightly, trying to persuade him: "There will be a change, Donghua."

Donghua stood up suddenly and said bluntly: "Stop trying to persuade me here. Tell me when you can expect Shao Wan to come back." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, Mo Yuan suddenly said, "Brother, I know." The word "brother" shocked Donghua. It had been a long time since he heard this familiar title. After Shao Wan left, Mo Yuan never called him like this again, and he subconsciously refused to be called like this by Mo Yuan. At this moment, memories of the past surged into his mind like a tide, and Donghua's steps stopped involuntarily. He turned around and returned to his seat without saying a word.