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In the Changle Palace, Jiaojiao sat quietly in a quiet place, with wisps of spiritual light lingering around her, as if she was integrated with the world. Time passed quietly in this quiet atmosphere until that crucial moment, when her starry eyes trembled slightly, her long eyelashes slowly lifted, and she slowly woke up from her deep meditation.

This slight movement was like dropping a huge rock into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves in an instant. Emperor Donghua, who was waiting outside the palace, was wearing a purple robe that moved with the wind, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashed in his eyes; Zheyan's divine hand stroked the handle of the fan, and the leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth froze instantly, replaced by solemnity and doubt; and Fairy Yaoguang, with her beautiful eyes wide open and her red lips slightly parted, revealed endless astonishment. The eyes of the three people shot towards Changle Palace like sharp arrows.

At this moment, the sky seemed to be painted by an invisible hand. In an instant, the rosy clouds were bright and colorful, like a surging tide, spreading in all directions with overwhelming force, dyeing the entire sky into a beautiful picture. And beside the majestic Zhuxiantai of the Celestial Clan, the Sansheng Stone, which carried countless love, hatred, life and death, also made a deafening roar without any warning, like the roar of an ancient beast, and like the sound of chaos when the world was first created. In this roar, there seemed to be mysterious runes flashing and wandering, faintly revealing that the gears of fate began to turn slowly, and a thrilling drama was about to begin.

"Donghua, is there another powerful person hidden in your palace?" Zheyan asked with a playful smile on his face, shaking his folding fan. His heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's claw. He thought to himself, how could Donghua, who was usually cold and indifferent to everything, make such an unusual commotion in Changle Palace? Is there really some unspeakable secret? Curiosity grew like spring grass in the rain, growing wildly in his heart.

"I'm afraid it's a beautiful woman hidden in a golden house." Fairy Yaoguang smiled softly with her lips covered, her beautiful eyes shimmering. She thought to herself, Emperor Donghua has always been high and mighty, like a flower on a high mountain, which can only be admired from afar and not played with. If there is really someone who deserves his special treatment and quietly lives in this palace, it would be a shocking news for the Celestial Clan. Today is a godsend opportunity, and we must find out the truth. Don't miss such an interesting thing, maybe it can become a great topic of conversation after dinner in the future.

Emperor Donghua's face was slightly gloomy, as if there were two flames burning in his heart. One was the fire of displeasure at the two people's inappropriate teasing, and the flames were rising, almost devouring his patience; the other was the irrepressible tenderness and pampering that slowly emerged from the depths of his heart when he heard them mention "little fox", just like the spring breeze blowing across the frozen lake, quietly melting the hard shell. He opened his thin lips slightly, and his tone was somewhat helpless: "It is my little fox who has awakened, put away your dirty thoughts." After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Changle Palace. His eyes softened instantly, as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness in this glance, and only the person in the palace was the destination of his gaze. There seemed to be stars twinkling in the depths of his eyes, which was the code of deep affection between him and the little fox.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The Supreme God Zheyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if cold stars were twinkling in them. His gaze was like a substance, tightly locking onto Sima Ming who was staggering towards him with a panicked look, as if he wanted to see through him. Doubts arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself. Although his voice was soft, it was clearly audible in the silent atmosphere.

Siming passed by like a gust of wind, his sleeves fluttering wildly behind him, his hair scattered messily on both sides of his cheeks, and he staggered but did not dare to stop for a moment. When he rushed to the front, he was already out of breath, his chest heaving violently like an old bellows, and after a long time, he squeezed out a few words from his dry throat with difficulty: "Emperor, the Emperor is not well." The voice was three parts trembling, three parts fear, and four parts unspeakable panic, like the whine of a frightened bird, echoing in the air.

Seeing Siming in such a state of embarrassment, Zheyan waved his folding fan gently in his hand, his movements were slow and graceful, with a seemingly nonchalant smile on his lips, trying to dissolve the tense atmosphere that surged like a tide with this calm attitude. "Your emperor is fine, tell us why you are so anxious." His tone was as gentle as the warm spring sun, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, as if he could see through all disguises and pierce straight into Siming's heart, as if he wanted to find out the truth of the matter in his panic.

Siming held his knees tightly with both hands, his legs trembling slightly due to exhaustion, breathing heavily, like a drowning man finally floating to the surface, greedily absorbing every breath of air. The beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, and instantly spread a dark mark on the ground under his feet. "Three... Three Life Stone, on the Three Life Stone..." His throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible and cold hand, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty. With heavy gasps, he finally took a breath, "The name of the emperor is on the Three Life Stone." Although Siming's voice was no longer trembling so badly, the shock in his tone was like a huge bell, rumbling, shocking the people around him to stand still on the spot, and the expressions on their faces froze instantly. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and only the atmosphere of solemnity and doubt spread like a thick fog, making people feel suffocated.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Supreme God Zheyan instantly retracted the smile on his face. His expression was as solemn as a dark cloud covering the sun. His brows were tightly twisted into the shape of a "川" character. His pair of phoenix eyes were like cold stars, staring straight at Siming. There was scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes, and an imperceptible tension and solemnity in his tone, like a taut bowstring that seemed about to break in the next moment. The playful look that was always on his face seemed to be swept away by a gust of cold wind, completely gone, and replaced by a seriousness as cold as a cliff.

"The immortal is not mistaken," Siming felt as if he was standing on a blazing charcoal fire, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead uncontrollably and slowly sliding down his cheeks. His throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and he swallowed hard. His Adam's apple rolled violently, making a "gurgle" sound, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent atmosphere. His voice was slightly dry and trembling, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, "Now many immortals have gathered by the Three Lives Stone." In his words, there was still some panic after witnessing the scene. The chaotic, noisy, and shocking scene by the Three Lives Stone kept reappearing in his mind like a revolving lantern. Every scene was like a sharp sword, deeply hurting his nerves.

"Let's go and have a look." Emperor Donghua was still calm and composed, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his expression was as calm as the clear lake, without any panic ripples. He raised his eyes slightly, and calmly instructed Chonglin, his voice was calm and steady, just like a huge bell, although not loud, it revealed unquestionable majesty: "Watch the Changle Palace, wait for Jiaojiao to come out and ask the God of Food to prepare the meal." After that, he walked slowly to the Sansheng Stone, his clothes fluttering in the wind, rustling, and his every move showed an extraordinary and graceful demeanor, as if all the troubles in this world had nothing to do with him, and he was just an outsider watching with cold eyes.