At dawn on the third day, the sky was gray and cloudless.

The whole capital was eerily quiet.

The usual hustle and bustle of the city in the morning has all dissipated, the streets and alleys are empty, the birds are gone, and even the wind has completely stopped.The people all over the city were inexplicably frightened and stayed behind closed doors. The great emperor was in dead silence. Only the Suzaku Tower in the imperial city was left, where the air flow surged and filled the sky with murder.

Zhuque Terrace, the highest point in the capital, overlooks the entire capital.

For a hundred years, the only place to visit was the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, but today it has become the place where the centuries-old grudges between good and evil are finally resolved.

As soon as Chen hour arrived, two figures stepped up the steps side by side.

Shen Qingyuan is wearing a plain white skirt, her long hair is tied up, her figure is as tall and straight as a bamboo, with a black jade pendant hidden close to her body in her palm, her eyebrows are clear and fearless.After two lifetimes of ups and downs, and a hundred years of chess games, she has long since lost all her youthfulness and frailty, and now has an awe-inspiring look, possessing the cold and holy aura of the saintly daughter of the Qingxuan Sect.

Xiao Yuci wore a black brocade robe and a jade belt around her waist, with an outstanding and upright posture.The aura around her body was deep and cold, and she held the world's military power in her hands. Her eyes were covered with frost, and she did not retreat even half a step, firmly guarding her side.

The two of them walked step by step, riding the long wind, and stood on the top of the high platform.

The sky and the earth are empty, and thousands of miles are silent.

"It's time for him to come." Shen Qingyuan said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of faint black mist suddenly spread in the void at the end of the high platform.

The black mist flows silently and is not stained by the secular world, but it carries a hundred years of coldness, murderousness, and paranoid hostility, covering the entire world in an instant.The sunlight was blocked, the sky suddenly darkened, the wind roared around the high platform, and a terrifying pressure that far exceeded everyone's awareness exploded.

A black silhouette slowly walked out of the black mist.

He has a tall and tall figure, dressed in minimalist black clothes, with no gold or jade accessories, and no ostentation at all. But just standing there, he seems to control all light and darkness, life and death, and chess games in the world.

The face is still hidden behind a layer of hazy dark light, and the facial features cannot be seen clearly, only a pair of eyes, which are dark and deep, hiding hundreds of years of vicissitudes, endless madness and extreme paranoia.

The Master of the Dark Pavilion for hundreds of years, the mysterious Pavilion Master who has been searched for a hundred years but no one has seen his true face, finally appears today.

"Shen Qingyuan."

He spoke, his voice was not high, but it penetrated the wind and resounded throughout the entire high platform. The tone was clear and mysterious, carrying ancient vicissitudes that spanned hundreds of years.

"The last bloodline of the Saint of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty has indeed lived up to my hundred-year wait."

Shen Qingyuan raised her eyes and looked directly at him, without any fear, and spoke clearly and clearly: "You have been planning for hundreds of years, usurping the clan, manipulating chess pieces, causing my biological mother to endure for half her life, ending with hatred, causing trouble to the world, and disturbing the court. Are you finally willing to show up today to atone for your sins?"

"Atonement?"