As the sound came out, a vast river of Styx flowed out from the altar of death. A huge creature appeared in the Styx, with nine heads, and nine heads.

On the back of the nine-shou Xuanwu, there was a tall and graceful woman. Outside her body, there were chains formed by the rules of fate, as if the fate of all spirits in the world was under her control.

It’s not someone else, but one of the three candidates for the goddesses of the Temple of Destiny - Prajna.

"There is a world of heaven under the altar?"

"Since the God-Devouring Worm appears, there is definitely a divine tree in the ground. Could it be that a new seedling has grown from the divine tree in the sky?"

"It's entirely possible, otherwise why would the Kunlun Realm recover?"

...

Even the monks of the Dead Clan did not expect that there was another independent space underground on the Death Altar. Suddenly, they all became excited and ready to break in and seize the treasures inside.

Prajna, standing on the Styx, raised a crystal clear fairy face, glanced at Zhang Ruochen and others, and finally fell on Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes had long been staring at her.

The moment when the eyes met, Zhang Ruochen's body trembled slightly, his pupils couldn't help but dilate, and his whole body seemed to be petrified.

On the Styx River, Prajna's graceful body also shook slightly without anyone's observation.

At one moment, both of them were as quiet as statues, and their breathing stopped. To be precise, the whole world seemed to have become still, and time stopped flowing.

Except for the two of them, all the surrounding scenes disappeared.

Although they were still far away, the space seemed to suddenly disappear, and the two became so close that they could clearly see each other.

After a long time, Zhang Ruochen took a breath and returned to reality. The surrounding scenes reappeared and returned to hearing and perception.

Although the woman in front of her had changed a lot, Zhang Ruochen recognized her only when she saw her eyes.

"It's her, it must be her, how could it be her?"

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but hold his fingers tightly, unable to believe what he saw.

For a moment, his heart was tangled together, and a palpitation, and countless pictures of the past appeared in his mind, and finally frozen in front of the palace gate of Ziwei Palace.

The scenes of the past are so clear that they have never been forgotten.

He agreed to forget everything and let it go, but it turned out that he was just deceiving himself.

After staring at her for a long time, Zhang Ruochen's heart trembled violently and she thought to herself: "That's right, it must be her. Why did she go to the Hell Realm? Why did she become a dead clan? Everything has changed. What has happened in the past few years?"

There has never been a moment when Zhang Ruochen's heart would be so chaotic, with too many doubts and too many complicated emotions that made him feel mixed, but he could not express a word to others.

A man who should have died stood in front of him again.

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