On the astrology platform with twinkling lines, the old man chanted the spell with great effort while using mysterious magic to sacrifice a mirror of time.

In the mirror, the beautiful girl rides a golden-winged unicorn and holds colorful rings in her hands. The picture is holy and beautiful, and it makes people unbearable to be blasphemous.

"Is she the daughter of destiny?" The young man kneeling from the stage looked at the simple images quietly with his dark eyes as dark as the starry sky, as if he wanted to engrave the person in the painting into his mind.

"That's right, twenty years later, the Destiny Girl riding the Golden-winged Unicorn will be the last hope of our continent." The old man said weakly.

"You should have heard of this prophecy. All I can help you is to calculate the origin of this woman's appearance. Find her in advance and don't let someone take it first. This is your last task. As long as you complete this task, you will be able to reach that level."

"Are there any other tips?" The boy showed a look of perseverance on his face. Has he finally reached the ultimate mission? Even if this mission requires twenty years to wait.

"Ten years later, on the third day of the third month, the daughter of destiny surrendered to the Duan family in Qicheng, Xihe Kingdom."

"Huh, why is this happening?" The old man tried his best to draw another mirror, but unfortunately there was only a thick layer of fog on the mirror. "Can't it work?"

"Don't be confused by false appearances. Believe in your heart rather than your eyes, remember." After the old man said the last sentence, his body gradually faded until it slowly dissipated.

"Old Xing." The young man wanted to grab something weakly, but he always just clenched his fists tightly.

He spread his hands weakly and had nothing.

The so-called secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Old Xing used all his life to accurately predict the final task for him, making the task that was originally as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack become traceable.

All of this is because of him.

If it weren't for him, Mr. Xing wouldn't have left so urgently.

The boy knelt quietly, lowered his head, and his long hair fell down, covering his eyebrows and eyes tightly.

"Old Xing, why are you so stupid? You always believe in the so-called destiny. I don't believe in the destiny, but I don't believe in the destiny! Since you want me to believe in the destiny, then I will defeat the destiny you mentioned with your own hands and prove to you that destiny is reversible!"

He punched hard on the dark golden ground of the astrology platform, buzzing.

The entire astrology platform fell into silence again, as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

Outside the astrology platform, a trace of splendor flashed in his eyes.

"I can finally get rid of this identity and speak, 'Ten years later, on the third day of the March, Xiheduan family.'? Old Xing, you are useless to have your life's intelligence, but you can only make wedding clothes for others."

In just ten years.

The prophecy of "a genius girl riding a golden-winged unicorn" on the mainland was very popular, and only a few people knew another sentence: "Ten years later, on the third day of the March 19th, the daughter of destiny descended to the Duan family in Qicheng, Xihe Kingdom."

As for the appearance of the daughter of destiny, only one person knows it.

The Duan family, which was originally just a small family of weapon refining, had a vague upward trend. The head of the family Duan Tianyu asked from many sources and finally learned this prophecy. The words of the Duan family's ancestors left behind by the sky hammer recognition were also pointed to the same year.

Time flies.

Five years, three years, one year.

It's almost here, and it's finally the third day of March.

Will the daughter of destiny really come?
Chapter completed!