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"My name?" Emperor Donghua opened his thin lips and sneered. Then he walked towards the mysterious Sansheng Stone with a steady and somewhat lazy pace. At this time, the breeze blew gently, and the peach petals around him fluttered down like a gorgeous flower rain. However, under his powerful aura, no one dared to approach him, and they just swirled a few feet away. He was wearing a purple shirt that moved with the wind, and his silver hair was scattered behind his head like a waterfall. The aura of dignity and majesty emanating from his body seemed to be substantial, making the air around him tremble slightly.

When Donghua arrived in front of the Three-Life Stone, something strange happened. He didn't need to cast any spells or inject his own spiritual power. The seven characters "Donghua Zifu Shaoyang Jun" appeared on the stone surface by themselves. The handwriting was simple and profound, and the light was faint, as if it had traveled through endless years and was silently telling his legendary past. The grass around the Three-Life Stone was originally lush and green, but now it seemed to feel some kind of pressure, drooping slightly, and the dew on the leaves rolled down and seeped into the soil. Donghua narrowed his long and narrow purple eyes slightly, staring at his own name, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then it was replaced by deep doubt.

"How come my name is the only one left here?" He whispered softly, his voice as cold as ice on a cold night, mixed with a hint of imperceptible confusion and uneasiness. After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, which was as slender as jade with distinct joints. A blue light suddenly appeared in his palm, and the deep blue spiritual power was like a smart snake, winding out, and injected into the Sansheng Stone accurately and accurately. The spiritual power slowly spread on the stone, like a pair of invisible and skillful hands, carefully exploring the secret truth hidden in the depths of time, and like a persistent wise man, questioning the ever-changing mystery of fate with all his heart. Donghua's face was still cold, but it added a bit of concentration and solemnity. His eyes were full of fiery persistence and unremitting pursuit of the unknown truth.

As the spiritual energy continued to be injected into the Three-Life Stone, its light became stronger and brighter, like a dazzling sun that suddenly lit up. In an instant, golden rays of light danced like spirit snakes, crisscrossing and crisscrossing. As the golden light flickered, the names of the immortal couples slowly emerged on the Three-Life Stone.

As expected, the trajectory of fate is never changed by human will. Donghua stared at the name on the Three Lives Stone quietly. On the cold stone surface, only his own name was engraved alone, as if he was destined to walk alone in this vast world. His eyes flickered slightly, and an indescribable sense of emptiness appeared in his heart, like a gust of cold wind quietly blowing across the lake of his heart, causing ripples.

His thoughts drifted away involuntarily. In a trance, he seemed to have traveled back to the past and saw the scene when he had personally removed his name. The traces that seemed to be there and not there were like a subtle hint left by fate. He tried hard to explore in the abyss of memory, trying to grasp the vague clues. His consciousness was like a fine comb, combing through the past time repeatedly, but it was all in vain.

He really couldn't remember whether there was another name accompanying him at that distant moment. Time was like a ruthless tide, sweeping away too many details of the past, leaving him wandering in this empty mind. He secretly pondered the truth that had disappeared in the long river of time. A deep sense of loneliness quietly spread, permeating his soul like a shadow, making him even more lonely in this silence.