Chapter 228

With the departure of Jiang Yuan and Lian, the artificial island Alaya returned to peace, floating on the sea, and lost its spatial connection with the distant Sakura Island. And having lost its original power, it is unknown how long it will take for the sealed God of Mizu to revive. The city was reborn in ruins. The survivors can finally live a peaceful life. This is what Jingu Ryuya wants to see. Perhaps in the future, a strong man will rise from this island, knowing what happened in the past, and launch a free resistance against the Sakura Island... But those will eventually be things in the future. This day. The end of November in the year 297 of the Gods. In the early winter season when the cold winter is coming. A huge earthquake occurred in the Sakura Kingdom, and there was news that the artificial island Alaya disappeared. The three kings of the three families gathered again after 17 years, and the reason was unknown. In a temple in Asan, tens of thousands of people disappeared out of thin air, and countless Buddha statues wept blood, and it was suspected that a terrifying evil spirit had descended.

In Kimchi, there were many news reports that Park Zhengshuang, who was known as the strongest man in Kimchi, had reached the king realm and clamored to Daxia, demanding that Daxia hand over the Black Monkey Sacred Artifact, and threatening that the Black Monkey Sacred Artifact should belong to Kimchi.

In Baixiang, a giant elephant smashed mountains along the way, crossed a state, and headed east.

In Maozi, deep in the Siberian ice field, it was suspected that the remains of a saint appeared in the world.

In the United States, the country was in turmoil, and aircraft accidents occurred one after another. An undead monster from fifty years ago appeared on the southern border wall, trying to open up an S-level ruins, but all the strong men sent in disappeared...

In a villa in Nanjiang City.

Ji Feiyue, with her bright red hair and jade-white skin, gently closed the ancient book in her hand, and her red lips moved slightly:

"It's a troubled time."

"Rare events broke out in various places at the same time. Is this the precursor of the golden age you mentioned? Teacher." A female shadow sitting opposite her said.

If Jiang Yuan was present, he would be shocked.

Because the female shadow in this dream is the boss of the Ten Lords, Yuan Ling, who is at the top of the power of Daxia.

A peak quasi-king.

And such a boss-level figure calls Ji Feiyue... Teacher!

"Yeah."

Ji Feiyue crossed her beautiful legs and hummed.

She calmly took a sip of the hot coffee on the table.

"I said, don't call me that."

"Being your teacher is a matter of the previous life."

"But for Yuan Ling, a teacher will always be a teacher and will not change."

Yuan Ling said seriously and firmly.

Ji Feiyue put down the coffee cup and said with a smile: "You are so stubborn that you are stuck in your current realm. Otherwise, you would have reached the king realm long ago."

Yuan Ling insisted: "If it weren't for the teacher's teachings, Yuan Ling would not have survived, and there would be no today. If I forget the teacher's kindness for the sake of the realm, I would rather be stuck in the quasi-king realm for the rest of my life."

"... It's up to you."

Ji Feiyue was speechless.

Yuan Ling: "Teacher, how long will it take for you to recover to the way you were before? Whatever you need, as long as I can help, I can..."

"Time."

Ji Feiyue chuckled, "All I need is time. Unless you master the law of time and become a demigod, you can't help me at all."

Yuan Ling was speechless.

Ji Feiyue looked out the window, her ruby-like pupils were deep,

"The Crimson God of Magic from a hundred years ago is dead, and my remains have turned into robes to guard the Western Hammer Forbidden Land. If you hadn't discovered the backup plan I left behind in my reincarnation and tracked my breath to find me, I wouldn't have planned to meet you again."

"The past is the past after all."

Yuan Ling: "Teacher..."

"I am living a good life now, forgetting the cruel years of the past, enjoying this peaceful life away from the vortex of the battlefield, and now I am satisfied every day."

Ji Feiyue smiled and said, "Do you really want to make me unhappy?"

"No, of course not."

"That's fine, wait until you finish asking what you want to ask, then go back. I will find you when I want to."

Ji Feiyue said, answering her question,

"Regarding the Golden Age, people have predicted a day a hundred years ago when top-level geniuses far surpassed those of the past. The abyss is turbulent, and fate is unclear. Big things will happen in the next few years."

Yuan Ling asked, "Will it have an impact on Daxia?"

Ji Feiyue nodded, "Of course, don't underestimate luck. If a person's luck is weak, he will be plagued by disasters, and if his luck is strong, everything will go smoothly. The same is true for a country. Especially in the Tianjiao National War to be held in two months, victory or defeat will more or less determine the national destiny of each country."

"I see,No wonder those countries, except Daxia, attach so much importance to it. "

Yuan Ling said, and couldn't help sighing.

"If that boy was still there, sending him to fight would definitely lock in victory, but unfortunately..."

Ji Feiyue thought of the boy with a handsome face and clear eyes, and smiled slightly: "He. He will be back soon."

Suddenly, Ji Feiyue exclaimed and looked to the east.

Yuan Ling: "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Ji Feiyue stood up, with a figure of about 1.7 meters tall and graceful, and a smile on her beautiful face.

"He is back."

...

At the same time.

A teleportation array appeared on the outskirts of Haicheng.

In the light.