A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

The next day, the campus was bathed in sunlight, and golden rays filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the ground.

Niannian, carrying her schoolbag, walked briskly into the classroom.

However, when she habitually glanced around the classroom, she found that Ji Yichen's seat was empty; he was not there as usual.

A strange sense of loss suddenly welled up in her heart, as if something was missing.

This feeling surprised her, after all, she and Ji Yichen had only met a few times and could not even be considered friends.

She gently shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling and tell herself that it was just an ordinary encounter and she shouldn't take it too seriously.

Nevertheless, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the empty seat, a vague unease creeping into her heart.

She didn't know where Ji Yichen had gone, or whether he would ever come back.

This feeling of the unknown made her a little irritable, but she quickly adjusted her emotions and focused her attention on her textbook, trying to distract herself by studying.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore...

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Meanwhile, in the royal palace of Guangling Kingdom, Pei Yunjing's health finally improved after a night of recuperation.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the phoenix bronze mirror on the table.

The bronze mirror had been cleaned by the palace servants, and its surface was as smooth as new, as if nothing had happened last night.

However, Pei Yunjing clearly remembered that his blood had stained the mirror red last night.

He reached out and gently stroked the mirror, feeling the cool touch on his fingertips.

He was filled with doubts: why hadn't his blood been transmitted to the modern world through the surface of the Phoenix Bronze Mirror?

Could this mirror not be a bridge connecting two worlds?

Or did he miss some crucial information?

Pei Yunjing's brows furrowed tightly, as if they were tied in a knot. His heart was like a surging sea, and his thoughts surged into his mind like a tide.

He knew that continuing to sit idly by and wait passively for death was not a good strategy.

If there truly is a hidden connection between those two seemingly unrelated worlds, then at this moment, he has no choice but to take decisive action and actively explore the hidden truth and mystery.

Even though the road ahead was full of thorns and the light of hope was as faint as a candle in the wind, he did not hesitate to take a chance.

He slowly stood up and walked steadily toward the window.

Once he stood still, his deep and sharp eyes pierced straight through the layers of palace walls, gazing into the distance towards the horizon.

At this moment, the soft and warm morning sunlight, like a golden veil, gently fell on his angular face, reflecting his resolute and unyielding expression.

A gentle breeze stirred, lightly ruffling a few strands of hair on his forehead, adding to his dashing and unrestrained air.

He lowered his head slightly, parted his lips, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"Niannian, oh Niannian, no matter where you are now, even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will definitely find your trace!"

Before he finished speaking, he resolutely turned around and returned to the desk where the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write with vigorous strokes on the snow-white paper.

Before long, a letter appeared on the paper.

After he finished writing, he carefully blew the ink dry, then folded it and put it into an envelope.

After doing all this, he looked up and called out loudly, "Someone come here!"

As a series of hurried footsteps approached, a trusted guard dressed in black strode into the room, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said:

"Your Highness, I am here. Please give your orders!"

Pei Yunjing handed over the letter, and at the same time lowered his voice and solemnly instructed:

"Deliver this letter to the Imperial Preceptor's residence immediately. Remember to hand it to the Imperial Preceptor personally; there must be no mistake!"

The guard dared not delay in the slightest, and quickly reached out to take the letter, replying:

"Yes, sir! I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

After saying this, he stood up, bowed, and then walked away quickly with steady steps.

After the guards left, Pei Yunjing's gaze returned to the exquisitely carved phoenix bronze mirror.

Looking at his resolute reflection in the mirror, he silently made a vow in his heart—no matter what heavy the price he had to pay.

No matter how many hardships and obstacles he encountered, he was determined to find the way to freely travel between the two worlds.

Even if what awaits him is a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, or a bottomless abyss, he will never back down in the slightest!

In the modern world, Nian Nian is unaware that Pei Yun Jing, in another world, is working hard for her.

She simply sat quietly in the classroom, listening to the teacher's lecture, occasionally looking up at the sky outside the window, feeling a vague sense of anticipation, yet unable to articulate what she was expecting.

Perhaps the gears of fate have already begun to turn, and the distance between the two worlds is gradually being shortened...

Niannian's thoughts drifted away, and the pen in her hand unconsciously drew circles on the paper.

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Meanwhile, in the palace where Pei Yunjing of Guangling Kingdom was located, the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

Pei Yunjing stood tall and straight in front of an enormous map, his handsome face now furrowed in worry, as if shrouded in a dark cloud.

This map is densely marked with numerous ancient and mysterious symbols and little-known place names.

Some places may have already quietly disappeared into the long torrent of history with the passage of time, leaving only a few clues for future generations to explore and imagine.

At this moment, Pei Yunjing's right hand was tightly gripping a yellowed ancient book, the pages of which were slightly curled up, seemingly bearing the vicissitudes of time.

This ancient book is said to record in detail various legends about the Phoenix Bronze Mirror, inspiring both longing and awe.

Just as Pei Yunjing was engrossed in his research, a series of steady, powerful footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall, followed by a guard's respectful report:

"Your Highness, the Grand Preceptor is out requesting an audience."

Upon hearing this, Pei Yunjing snapped out of his daze, his deep voice booming like a bell:

"Xuan!"

Before long, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, slowly entered the hall.

This person held a snow-white whisk in his hand, and walked with light and steady steps, exuding an extraordinary and refined aura.

This old man was none other than Liao Cang, the highly respected and revered national teacher of Guangling Kingdom.

Liao Cang Guoshi devoted his life to studying astronomy and geography, and was also very knowledgeable about various ancient and modern secret arts. He was a man of great learning and wisdom.

At this moment, he solemnly approached Pei Yunjing, first bowing before asking:

"I wonder what Your Highness has summoned this old minister for?"