Mu Xue and Mu Xue

At the same time, in a mysterious place unknown to anyone, a vast ocean stretches endlessly.

The waves surged and sparkled, flashing tiny rays of light under the sunlight, as if it was a dreamland carefully paved by nature with countless tiny diamonds.

Just above this vast ocean, there is an island in the sky, like a mysterious fairyland floating in the sky, isolated from the world.

The sky island is surrounded by clouds and mist, which looks like a dream and adds a touch of mystery to it.

And on this sky island that is already towering into the clouds, stands a big house. The height of the house seems to break through the clouds and reach the sky, as if it is going to explore the deepest mysteries of the universe.

The third floor of the big house looks very small from the outside, giving people a cramped feeling.

However, when you step into it, you will be amazed at its unique world.

As soon as you open the door, an extremely spacious space suddenly appears before your eyes.

There are countless stone slabs neatly arranged here, and each stone slab exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

At the end of this floor, an extremely strange skeleton sat there. Its eye sockets were empty and lifeless, yet it seemed to hide endless secrets.

In the entire quiet and empty space, there was only this skeleton sitting quietly. The air around it seemed to be frozen. The scene looked particularly weird and chilling.

At this moment, a loud bang shattered the dead silence. A stone tablet with the words "Lin Mo" written on it exploded with a loud bang, and the fragments of the stone tablet flew everywhere, making a sharp sound in the silent space.

The skeleton, which originally looked lifeless, moved like a ghost in an instant and arrived at the edge of the stone slab in an instant.

Its movements were as fast as lightning, leaving no time for people to react, as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long time, just waiting for the signal of the stone slab exploding, and then it took quick action.

On the other side, Ziyuan sat quietly beside Muxue, his eyes fixed on Muxue who was lying on the bed.

Mu Xue's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and her breathing was very weak, as if she would disappear from this world at any time.

When Ziyuan looked at Muxue's appearance, he felt waves of indescribable discomfort in his heart.

It felt like an invisible hand was clutching her heart tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Oh, could it be that I finally know what it is that I can't get?" Ziyuan thought silently in her heart. At this moment, her thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and she involuntarily drifted back to a long, long time ago.

"Master, Master! Look! There's a fortune teller over there!" A childish voice sounded, and a little girl who looked much shorter than she is now was excitedly pulling a man in his forties or fifties, pointing her little hand to a stall, with curiosity flashing in her eyes.

This little girl's face is not much different from Ziyuan's. Yes, she is Ziyuan when she was a child.

At that time, she was innocent and full of curiosity and desire to explore everything in the world.

"Haha, since Xiao Ziyuan is interested, let's go over and take a look." The middle-aged man said gently with a kind smile on his face.

There were several children following behind him, all of them were young, both boys and girls.

Their faces were filled with innocent smiles, but they all had one thing in common, that was, they looked at the little girl in front of them with extremely gentle eyes, as if she was the most precious baby in the world.

Several people came to the fortune-telling stall with great interest.

The stall owner wore a black hood that hid his entire face in shadow, making it impossible to see his features.

He exuded a mysterious aura, as if he was a mysterious messenger who had traveled from another time and space.

"Hello, sir. Would you like to have your fortune told? Five copper coins per time, and you are not allowed to ask for money." The fortune teller began to speak. His voice was very young, sounding like he was in his twenties, which was in sharp contrast to his mysterious attire.

The sound was clear and pleasant, yet it seemed to carry a power that could penetrate people's hearts.

"Okay, okay, just do the math!" Xiao Ziyuan said excitedly. She couldn't wait to throw five copper coins casually on the stall.

In fact, she had originally planned that even if the fortune teller's prediction was not accurate, she would still pay the money, because in her little heart, this was more like an interesting adventure than a real fortune telling.

As soon as Xiao Ziyuan finished speaking, the fortune-telling stall owner slowly lowered his head and began to fiddle with the walnuts in his hand.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and his expression was focused, as if the whole world consisted of only him and the walnut in his hand.

As the walnut turned in his hand, the air around him seemed to become more mysterious, as if a prophecy of fate was about to unfold.

After a while, the fortune teller slowly raised his head, and looked straight at Xiao Ziyuan through the shadow of the black hood. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"The little girl's fate is very special! It's a 'bald' fate that is rare in the world!" The fortune teller's voice seemed particularly abrupt in the noisy market. The surrounding noise seemed to stop at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on this small fortune-telling stall.

"Ah? Bald fate? Does it mean that Xiao Ziyuan will be bald in the future?" asked a little boy with a puzzled and mocking look on his face. He was Mu Zifeng when he was a child.

At this moment, Mu Zifeng still had a bit of childish innocence on his face, and his big eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

When Xiao Ziyuan heard what Mu Zifeng said, her face turned red with anger.

Her eyes were wide open and her cheeks were puffed up, like an angry little squirrel.

She was not angry at the fortune teller, but at Mu Zifeng. In her opinion, Mu Zifeng's words were simply a mockery of her.

Just as Xiao Ziyuan puffed up her cheeks and was about to argue with Mu Zifeng, the fortune teller spoke again slowly.

"Oh, don't worry. The 'bald head' I mentioned is not the bald head you think of." The fortune teller waved his hand gently, his tone still mysterious, "What it means is that the girl will be very powerful in the future, but she will also lose some things, and will never be able to truly gain something.

Of course, to convince you that I'm not a liar, I can tell you some of my calculations." Having said this, he paused, as if brewing something. Everyone around him held their breath, quietly waiting for his next words.

"For example, if you were born on April 12, 2017, you were originally a child of a farmer in XX Village." The fortune teller's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry an unquestionable force. "You were separated from your family during the war in 2017. Later, your master found you and took you in as his disciple."

Hearing these words, Xiao Ziyuan's eyes widened even wider, and her face was full of shock and disbelief.

Almost no one else knew about these things except himself and his master, but this mysterious fortune teller could predict them so accurately.

"That's all I can say. How you interpret the 'bald' fate is up to you." After saying that, the fortune teller, regardless of everyone's surprised expressions, simply took the money on the stall back into his arms, and then quickly packed up and prepared to leave.

His movements were very quick, as if he was afraid that staying for even a second longer would get him into trouble.

Before Xiao Ziyuan and his companions could recover from their shock, the fortune teller had already disappeared in the bustling crowd, leaving them looking at each other in bewilderment.

The memories ended here. Ziyuan sighed softly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

She still hasn't figured out whether she was cheated or the other party just ran away after the calculation.

Since then, she has never seen the mysterious fortune teller again, and the prophecy of "baldness" has always been like a shadow hanging over her heart.

Time flies and three days passed quickly.

The portal of [Time Dome Reversal] is still motionless, standing there quietly, as if it has been forgotten by time.

Mu Xue, lying on the hospital bed, had been motionless. Her face was as pale as paper and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, like a flower about to wither.

Ziyuan has been staying by Muxue's bedside for three days without eating or drinking.

During these three days, she did not practice, nor did she have the mind to do anything else. She just sat there quietly in a daze.

Her eyes were empty and confused. Sometimes she looked at Mu Xue, sometimes she looked out the window. Her thoughts seemed to drift to a very far place.

Ziyuan felt mixed emotions. She was worried about Muxue's safety and was confused and afraid about the future. She didn't know when this nightmare would end.