End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng slowly walked towards the figure in the light.

As they approached, the figures gradually became clearer and the light around them became softer, as if a veil was covering them, dispelling the gloom of the maze and bringing a hint of warmth and peace.

Their hearts were filled with curiosity and anticipation, and the air around them seemed to become lighter, with a hint of mysterious fragrance.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, feeling each other's body temperature and drawing strength from the unknown situation.

When they saw clearly that the figure was an old man, Fan Mengmeng felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in her heart.

The old man has white hair and a youthful face. He is dressed in a plain white robe and has an immortal look, as if he has walked out of a painting.

Without waiting for Teng Junze to speak, he asked the old man first: "Old man, may I ask who you are..." Her voice was crisp and pleasant, with a hint of the naivety unique to young girls.

Her boldness surprised Teng Junze. He glanced at her sideways, but the old man smiled. The lights around him flickered a few times, as if responding to Fan Mengmeng's bravery, and as if welcoming their arrival.

Teng Junze watched the old man warily from the side. Although the old man looked kind and gentle, he did not let his guard down.

"Children, you are finally here." The old man spoke slowly. His voice was low and magnetic, as if carrying a magical power that made people want to get close to him and listen to his teachings.

"I've been waiting for you."

The old man’s words made Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze even more confused. They looked at each other. They had never seen this old man before, so why did he say that he had been waiting for them?

"You... know us?" Fan Mengmeng asked cautiously, her heart full of curiosity and a hint of uneasiness.

The old man smiled slightly, stretched out his skinny hand, and pointed to the depths of the maze: "The answer is right there." His fingers were slender and powerful, as if containing infinite energy.

"Where?" Fan Mengmeng looked in the direction the old man pointed, and saw darkness deep in the maze, as if some terrible secret was hidden.

"Go and have a look, children." The old man smiled kindly, but his smile was filled with a hint of elusive mystery. "There, you will find the answers you seek."

Teng Junze held Fan Mengmeng's hand tightly, his eyes firm: "Let's go."

They walked towards the depths of the maze, and the old man's figure gradually disappeared in the light, leaving only his meaningful words echoing in the air: "Remember, the gears of fate have begun to turn..." The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold after the light faded.

As soon as Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze took a step forward, the old man with a kind face suddenly changed his expression.

His skinny fingers suddenly pointed at the two of them, and a powerful force transformed into countless dazzling rays of light, attacking them like a violent storm.

Wherever the light passed, the ground cracked, the stone pillars shattered, and the maze seemed to tremble.

Teng Junze was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Fan Mengmeng's waist and nimbly dodged the attack of light.

The light was so fast and powerful that even Teng Junze felt a little pressure.

While dodging, he observed the old man's movements, looking for his flaws.

"Mengmeng, his attacks have a pattern!" Fan Mengmeng closed her eyes, concentrated her mind, and used her ability to know the past and present to feel the flow of energy around her.

She found that although the old man's attacks were fierce, they had a certain rhythm and direction.

She quickly told Teng Junze her discovery.

Upon hearing this, Teng Junze followed Fan Mengmeng's instructions, adjusting his pace and looking for opportunities to counterattack while avoiding the light.

"Now!" Fan Mengmeng's voice sounded in Teng Junze's ears.

Teng Junze seized the opportunity, gathered all his strength, and swung out his palm fiercely. A strong palm wind hit the old man directly.

The palm wind collided with the light, making a deafening sound.

The old man was pushed back several steps, a look of surprise on his face.

Teng Junze took advantage of the victory and swung out another palm. This palm contained all his strength and was unstoppable.

The old man could no longer resist and was knocked out, falling heavily to the ground.

The surrounding lights seemed to be attracted by something and all gathered on Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng, covering them in a layer of golden light, just like gods descending to earth.

The old man struggled to stand up, a strange smile on his face, "You... passed the test..." He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, "But..."

The old man staggered back, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were unusually bright, with a hint of relief and release.

"Ahem...you, have passed the test..." He spoke intermittently, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows, "All of this... was a test..."

The old man's words exploded like thunder in the ears of Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze.

test?

What test?

They were full of doubts and looked at the old man in confusion.

"Two time and space... are about to face an unprecedented crisis..." The old man took a deep breath, as if exhausting all his strength, and slowly revealed a shocking secret. "Only those with great power and unwavering faith can prevent this catastrophe... And you are the chosen ones..."

The surrounding lights began to flicker, sometimes brighter and sometimes dimmed, as if reflecting the heaviness of the old man's words.

Two time and space?

crisis?

The chosen one?

These words were like heavy hammers, hitting Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze's hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Fan Mengmeng's face turned pale. Save two time and space?

What a huge responsibility this is for her!

She is just an ordinary girl, can she really take on such a heavy responsibility?

Her hand unconsciously grasped Teng Junze's sleeve, as if seeking a little comfort.

Teng Junze's brows were furrowed, and his deep eyes flashed with complex light.

His heart was also filled with pressure, and he didn't know whether he had enough strength to deal with this crisis.

He turned to look at Fan Mengmeng, and seeing the worry in her eyes, his heart ached slightly.

The surrounding lights gradually dimmed and the air became heavy, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze's bodies trembled slightly. They felt as if they were under tremendous pressure and almost suffocated.

"This... this is too sudden..." Fan Mengmeng's voice was trembling and almost inaudible.

The old man looked at them, "I know this is difficult, but this is your destiny..." He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed deeper into the maze, "Go there... find... the Stone of Destiny..." His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a sigh, and he slowly fell down.

"Wait! What is the Stone of Destiny?" Fan Mengmeng asked anxiously, but the old man did not respond.

Teng Junze's gaze fell on the depths of the maze, where it was dark, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

He took a deep breath,

"Mengmeng..."

Teng Junze gently held Fan Mengmeng's face, his deep gaze like the twinkling stars in the night sky, firm and affectionate.

"Mengmeng, no matter whether the road ahead is a blessing or a curse, a smooth road or an abyss, I will be by your side and face it with you." His voice was low and magnetic, with a reassuring power.

Fan Mengmeng stared at Teng Junze, her eyes slightly moist, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

At this moment full of unknowns and challenges, his words were like the warm sunshine in winter, dispelling the fear and anxiety in her heart.

She nodded gently, "I believe you, Junze."

Their eyes met, and their hearts were closely connected at this moment.

No need to say much, a loving hug is worth a thousand words.

They hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's body temperature and drawing strength from each other's arms.

The surrounding lights seemed to sense their emotions and became brighter, enveloping them with warm light like a blessing.

Their lips and teeth touched each other, and their kiss was gentle and lingering, like a spring breeze blowing across their faces, carrying a hint of sweetness and throbbing.

Their feelings reached perfection at this moment, like blooming flowers, beautiful and fragrant.

Just as they were about to accept the mission and embark on an unknown journey, something strange happened.

Above the sky, a huge crack appeared without warning, like a torn scroll, splitting the originally peaceful sky into two halves.

Within the crack, a mysterious and powerful force surged, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

This power is like a call from another world, carrying a hint of weirdness and unease, foreshadowing the impending arrival of a new crisis.

Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng looked up at the same time, their eyes fixed on the crack in the sky, their hearts suddenly sinking...

"What is that..." Fan Mengmeng muttered to herself, with a hint of trembling in her voice.