My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

In Ye Wanlan's mind, Rong Shi was indeed a terrifying person.

He could see what would happen hundreds of years in the future and planted many hidden seeds.

The world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces.

The players who wield the pieces control absolute power and authority.

However, only the observer can have a comprehensive view of the entire game.

Rong Shi was, in essence, an observer of the game.

As Ke Rongshi also said, most so-called fortune tellers who can predict the future do so by communicating with the heavens and gaining insight into the ways of heaven.

Or perhaps, like the Time Management Bureau, it stands at a high latitude, with a clear view of what happens in the low latitudes.

This is not a real divination.

In the vast universe, among countless diviners, only the diviner stands above the Heavenly Dao.

The things Ying Zijin calculated were the true divination.

Ye Wanlan also witnessed the abilities of this diviner.

However, even so, Rong Shi is still an extremely terrifying existence.

If they were an opponent, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Okay," Yan Tingfeng said softly, "Go."

At this moment, the person with Rong Shi is his past self.

To prevent logical inconsistencies and the collapse of spacetime, he was unable to accompany Ye Wanlan to see Rong Shi.

Ye Wanlan slowly exhaled, calmed herself down, and then headed towards the location of the Tai Su Sect.

And she finally saw Yan Tingfeng from three hundred years ago, the martial arts master who became famous at a young age.

At that time, they were complete strangers.

At this point, he should not be called Yan Tingfeng; he is still Yan Yunyin, the son of Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu.

Ye Wanlan stood quietly on the tree, looking down at the young man sitting opposite Rong Shi.

With her current strength, even though Yan Tingfeng and Rong Shi had set up a barrier, their conversation still reached her ears word for word.

The past seen through antiques and cultural relics is only the most unforgettable part of it.

Ye Wanlan knew what was going to happen next, but this conversation between Yan Tingfeng and Rong Shi was indeed the first time she had heard it.

Historical records only state that the Tai Su Sect was destroyed and the Shen Xiao Tower Master disappeared without a trace. No historian would know what Yan Tingfeng and Rong Shi actually said.

After seeing Rong Shi and Yan Tingfeng finish discussing how to activate the three ultimate forces of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the five elements, Ye Wanlan suddenly asked, "In this life, does the Master have any unfulfilled regrets or unspoken wishes?"

The young martial arts master paused in his steps.

His back was tall and straight, but it conveyed a sense of desolation.

"Yes," Ye Wanlan heard him say.

The tone of those two words was soft, yet it seemed to convey the weight of countless years of trials and tribulations.

Ye Wanlan had a comprehensive understanding of Yan Tingfeng's entire life.

His life was anything but peaceful; it was filled with hardships and even more hardships.

After becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, he became much more silent and better at concealing his emotions.

But Ye Wanlan knew that this was actually because Yan Tingfeng had suffered too much pain and bitterness, and had become accustomed to forcing himself not to care.

He suffered from severe emotional detachment and distrusted everyone. Yet, this man, burdened with a blood feud, ultimately dedicated himself to the world he hated most.

"You ask me what regrets I still have?" The young martial arts master chuckled softly, "Perhaps it's that I haven't yet seen a world in harmony and peace."

He did not see it.

The land of China is now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a veritable hell on earth.

“No, this is the grand ambition of the Lord,” Rong Shi said calmly. “I’m asking about the Lord’s personal ambition.”

The young martial arts master's expression suddenly turned fierce, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The overwhelming, murderous aura was so intense it felt like it could slit a person's throat.

This fierce aura startled Ye Wanlan slightly.

Perhaps it was because when she met Yan Tingfeng, he always had a smiling, gentle, and nonchalant demeanor.

She always forgets that his truest self is ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Rong Shi remained unmoved and smiled: "The Lord is human, and humans have selfish desires. The Lord is willing to die. If he does not speak out his innermost wishes, then he will have no chance."

The young martial arts master fell silent: "What good would it do to say it? This is the end of it."

“You should know that words have power,” Rong Shi said with a smile. “So-called Taoist arts are actually a kind of spiritual power of words. Sincerity brings results. How do you know it won’t come true if you don’t speak it out?”

Seeing the young martial arts master soften his sharp edges, Ye Wanlan fell silent again before finally speaking, "My personal wish is that I never got to meet Princess Yongning. If there is an afterlife..."

But where is there an afterlife?
When a person dies, their life force dissipates, and even if there is reincarnation, they will not remember their past.

Rong Shi paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then I congratulate you on fulfilling your wish."

really.

Ye Wanlan's eyes narrowed.

Rong Shi had long known that she would return three hundred years later, and Yan Tingfeng happened to wake up at the same time.

Yan Tingfeng left under the escort of the Tai Su Sect disciples, leaving Rong Shi alone in front of the stone table.

Ye Wanlan raised her hand, freezing the moment in time and space.

She leaped down from the tree and sat opposite Rong Shi.

Rong Shi was not surprised by her appearance. Instead, he calmly raised his hand, took a new teacup, and poured her a cup of tea: "Your Highness has arrived."

He handed over the teacup, his smile deepening: "Your Highness, three hundred years from now, has a healthy body and is finally able to fulfill your unfulfilled wish."

Ye Wanlan didn't take the teacup, but just stared at him: "Was this also part of your plan?"

"No, how could I dare to scheme against Her Highness the Princess?" Rong Shi smiled lightly. "The Tai Su Pulse was originally used for treating illnesses, so naturally I can see Her Highness's physical condition."

He paused, then asked, "Your Highness, is it because I have offended you and you are here to beat and scold me?"

"You have indeed offended me, but your faults outweigh your merits," Ye Wanlan said calmly. "I came to you because I want to know how I can save you."

The situation is even more different now than in Rongshi.

His soul had spent several years cultivating at the Time Administration Bureau, and then used the "grafting" technique to transfer the injuries suffered by Yan Tingfeng to his own body.

"Save me?" Rong Shi was taken aback. After a long while, he smiled. "It seems I am as dead as can be. Otherwise, why would Your Highness go to such lengths to return to three hundred years ago?"

Ye Wanlan said softly, "Only now do I realize that even if I could travel through time, some things still cannot be undone."

Xingyun has vanished; that cannot be changed.

"Of course, time is an irreversible flow, and if we want to change it, we can't allow history to change in any way," Rong Shi said calmly. "Because if history changes, the butterfly effect will occur, and the future will vanish in an instant." (End of Chapter)