Just in the Tianxuan Continent, Moli said more than once that she never believed in the saying of luck, but in the years she coexisted with Yun Che, she felt that he was definitely a person with "great luck".

He started at the age of sixteen and only took only twenty years to become the first truly supreme emperor in the history of the divine world.

Looking back on my life, I have been mediocre before the age of sixteen, but after the age of sixteen, I have encountered one opportunity after another that others dare not wish for for thousands of years.

It turns out that there is really luck in this world.

It turns out that all this is driven by invisible luck.

And the price of this luck...

The price he stood at this moment...

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"There is another thing that makes me feel more touched. Even it makes me feel more bizarre than what you have described in the years."

On the night when the emperor returned to the Blue Pole Star, his father Yun Qinghong looked at the starry sky and let out a sad sigh: "Are you... really my son?"

"You and I are biological father and son, and we are connected by blood. This, no matter how things change in the world, cannot be denied and changed. It's just..."

"Although I have never been exposed to that world called 'God Realm', people there can turn the entire Blue Pole Star into dust with a wave of hand... There is no doubt that it is an existence that I cannot understand at all, and it is a plane that I will never be able to reach in my life."

"And you, in just over a decade since you set out to go, you have become the emperor who has covered everything under your palm. This makes me sigh... Can I really give birth to such a son?"

"A person's fate, vision, and upper limit are often determined by his bloodline and background. This is a cruel and indisputable fact. And Che'er, what you are now in is a height that cannot be reached even if you look up to your father and the entire Yun clan. To be honest, in the past two days, my heart is still more sad than pride."

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My father's original feelings were nothing wrong.

With his background and qualifications, even if he does not have the innate Xuanzhi, even if his life is smooth and his life is over, the upper limit he can reach will be at most equal to Yun Qinghong.

He is not the chosen one he thought, but he is the chosen one in another sense.

Because the ancestor god was reincarnated by his side.

His identity as Emperor Yun, his turbulent and brilliant life... Behind it is the sacrifice of the god of the first clan, and Xia Qingyue's extremely sad life...

That can't even be called life.

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"Why..." Yun Che's voice was hoarse and blurry, like a moan overflowing from the bottom of his soul: "You are... the ancestor god, the emperor of the world... in your eyes, it is just a humble grass..."

"Why... I sacrificed six hundred reincarnations for me a broken mortal..."

The ancestor said in a plain will: "If the one born by you is the ancestor god of any of the 999th generations in the first nine hundred and ninety-nine lifetimes, all this will not happen."

"As the god of the ancestor, he sacrificed his holy body to save a mortal, sacrificed his life for six hundred generations of reincarnation, and personally forged a cruel lock of fate... it is not just absurd."

"But, in order to achieve perfection in the thousandth century, the ancestor will must sleep. The ancestor god in this life is Xiao Lingxi, and the new will derived is the ontological will. The ancestor will that wakes up from the sleep and fails to complete the fusion has become the external will."

"She fought against the fate imposed on herself, but was unwilling to fight for your fulfillment."

"You have left a shadow in her heart after your marriage. When you are in the Ice Cloud Fairy Palace, she will occasionally think of your back as you walked out of Xiaomen."

"When you leave the hope of life to her... your figure is firmly engraved in her heart and soul. For her, that short moment is the eternity of life."

"There is only a promise in cognition, but from that day on, she can no longer forget her identity as your wife."

"Yun Che, you are the luckiest person in the world. For you, Xiao Lingxi would rather be for Xiao Lingxi forever, Xia Qingyue was sad without regrets... and even to die, he would not leave any trauma for you."

"So, you are not qualified to live a good life."

"Don't let all this become a sin and shackle on your soul. Your present day is what Xiao Lingxi wants and Xia Qingyue wants. Even if it is just to live up to everything they have done, you cannot let yourself stand in the most dazzling life and fall into unextinguishable darkness."

"So, when you shed all your tears, you will relieve all your sadness and guilt. You will face Xiao Lingxi who will always wait for you to return home with a warm smile, and use your warm soul to miss Xia Qingyue who was once connected with your destiny... For them, for all the people around you who love you, you can do it, right?"

The world of the Soul Sea began to shake violently. The last words of the ancestor's will deeply touched every corner of his soul, causing all his emotions to collapse completely in the midst of the turbulence and surging...

"So, Yun Che, goodbye."

The voice of the ancestor's will became particularly gentle and became more and more distant:

"I hope you and me in this life will be safe and peaceful forever."

The soul world dissipated, and in the silent barren mountains, there was a cry of crying that Yun Che was no longer suppressed and completely released.

The ancestor's will was also at this moment but he was worried, closed himself and returned to sleep.

The moment before its existence completely disappeared, a faint doubt flashed through the will:

She thought of the cracks that suddenly appeared on the mirror of reincarnation after Xia Qingyue fell into the abyss of nothingness.

The lock of fate between Yun Che and Xia Qingyue is formed by the mirror of reincarnation as the medium.

The summer lingering moon disappears, and the lock of fate disappears naturally.

But the cracks flashed in the mirror of reincarnation...

The lock of fate does not seem to disappear silently, but rather... it is forcibly broken by unknown external forces, thus suffocating to the mirror of reincarnation, causing a crack in an instant.

If so...

What happened in the abyss...
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