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————Time and Space Conversion————

In the sky, dark clouds filled the air, gradually swallowing up the remaining light. When the last light was covered by dark clouds, a small black spot appeared in the center of the dark clouds. With it as the center, the dark clouds rolled and gradually formed a huge vortex.

, the darkness seemed to engulf the world.

At the very edge of the continent, golden light shrouded the area, and the darkness seemed particularly abrupt on this side.

Looking at the birthplace of this golden light, it is a mountain. The mountain towers into the clouds. From a distance, you cannot see the top of the mountain. You can only see the auspicious clouds lingering. This mountain is called Lingshan, Lingshan. As its name suggests, the mountain is full of spiritual energy. This is

A mountain that some people know about but no one approaches. As for why no one approaches it, it is simply because this mountain is inhabited by a race that was hidden from the sight of the four worlds thousands of years ago, the Eldar race.

At the top of the mountain, there stands a pavilion, about 100 meters high. The pavilion is made of century-old sandalwood and is called Wangyue Pavilion.

On the top floor of Wangyue Pavilion, glass is used as pillars, jasper is used as bricks, century-old rosewood is used as table, and pearls lead the way.

The decoration is the most luxurious among the buildings in the entire Lingshan. On this attic, a group of elves formed a circle. Right in front of the group of elves, there was a piece of jade. The jade was half the size of a person. In the center of the jade

There, a jade flute stood erect, emitting bursts of golden light.

"The moon is changing, and the saint who has been waiting for a thousand years is finally here."

A clear voice came from the mouth of a young man wearing Taoist robes. The young man had delicate features and looked to be no more than 20 years old. His lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was very handsome.

"Yes, yes..." The surrounding spiritual tribes all sighed.

"See you, Your Majesty." A voice sounded from outside the attic. The spirit tribes who were noisy just now all fell silent. They retreated from both sides, leaving a path in the middle. They knelt on their knees, clasped their hands together, and brushed their wide sleeves on the ground.

, regardless of being dirty, he quickly bowed and knelt down.

The battle formation is nothing short of spectacular.

"See you, Your Majesty." A respectful, neat and loud voice hovered over the attic for a long time.

Only a pair of black cloud boots could be seen walking steadily across their empty land through the clouds and mist.

The young man is wearing a white robe with wide sleeves, and the cuffs and collar are embroidered with complex gold silk cloud patterns. He has long eyebrows, and his dark eyes are reflected by the golden light in the attic.

His lips were pursed tightly, his facial features were strong and clear, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers away from him. He clearly had the appearance of a young man, but he already had silver hair.

The young man in Taoist robes who had just spoken in front of the jade stone straightened up unhurriedly until His Majesty approached him. He stood in front of the silver-haired young man. Without being humble or arrogant, he held up his hands and wrote, saying, "See Your Majesty."

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the young and promising world master. The dark purple eyes of the young man who was called Your Majesty were vaguely displeased, and the cold aura on his body was heavier. However, the young man in Taoist robes was not afraid of him. He looked like a dead man.

Pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

His upper lip pursed tighter, and his brows furrowed to the point of killing a fly. He remained silent for a moment, then waved his sleeves and said, "No courtesy."

His voice was deep and powerful, and it sounded very pleasant. The hearts of those kneeling on the ground trembled. After thanking him, they quickly stood up and stood on both sides obediently, as quiet as chickens.

The young master walked to the window inlaid with bright beads and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. The strong wind was sweeping in all directions, and the century-old tree at the foot of the mountain was blown to the point of falling, as if it would rise from the ground in the next second.

He turned his head and stared at Yu Xiao, who was glowing with golden light on the stage, and said in a cold voice.

"World Master, I have something unclear, so I would like to ask the World Master to clarify my confusion."

What was supposed to be a humble request for advice, came out of his mouth, but it was a bit condescending.

"As far as I know, the Saint is the guardian of the Spiritual Tribe, so why is there such a scene outside?" There was some doubt in his cool tone, and he looked out the window.

"Haha," the young man known as the world master walked to the window of the attic and looked at the huge vortex in the sky that looked like a bloody mouth outside the faint golden light and the tree that was about to be uprooted.

Horrible.

Those who didn’t know it thought the end of the world was coming!

But he just smiled faintly, and his voice was very ethereal, "Lord, you can't just look at the surface of everything. Sometimes, what you see with your eyes may not be true. Don't be fooled by the surface of things."

Hearing this, Yi Chengyu's purple eyes flashed with dark light, and his low voice was like a knife embedded in the edge of a person's neck, "Is the World Master saying that I am superficial?"

After he finished speaking, a wave of low pressure emanated from his body, and he looked coldly at the young man with extraordinary strength despite his young age.

The young man smiled faintly, with an inscrutable expression. He was obviously used to the cold air pressure from the Spirit Lord from time to time, and didn't take it to heart. "Zi Qing doesn't dare, but if the Lord insists on thinking this way, then Zi Qing has nothing to blame."

Provocation, blatant provocation.

After finishing speaking, the already quiet pavilion became even more silent, with no one saying anything. What a joke, if you dare to speak out in this situation, you are preparing to be cannon fodder.

In the spirit world, who doesn’t know the relationship between the spirit master and the Council of Elders, that is, the relationship between ice and fire, and this world master is the grandson of the great elder, with strength and reputation, so he wants to touch him

But it's simply impossible.

As a result, the relationship between superiors and subordinates that should have been harmonious has become what it is today. Even if you can't do anything, you still have to use words to make the other party unhappy, maintaining the almost invisible superficial skills, but it only makes them miserable as courtiers.
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