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Volume 1: Beyond the Nebula, Epilogue 1

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    Ending one year later.  St. Mark Continent has been completely sunk and has become a historical term Among the people, large and small memorial activities are continuing. The superstar has fallen, and the whole world is sad. This list of the dead is so luxurious, it almost includes the warriors at the top of the pyramid of the human world.  , they are the guardians and spiritual leaders of their respective continents. Each of them is a chapter that can be sung through the ages. They are prominent in an era, and they are destined to be imprinted in history Bards praise their deeds all over the world,  Every human country has erected heroic monuments for them to forever commemorate their deeds and spirit. This day is destined to be different. In the final seal battle, the strong men who were confirmed to have died have already held their own memorial meeting.  But for the missing, it was not until this day a year later that a legitimate memorial ceremony finally had to be held.  No matter how unforgettable they are, they really have not returned This memorial ceremony was held on the Three Islands of Xingqing. The scale and number of attendees were even far greater than the state funeral of the monarch of the Di Dynasty, because a picture hanging high above  The black and white picture frame is full of characters who are famous throughout the ages: Feng Qinglang, Furious Cronus, Blufield, Dongfang Pei On this day, all human countries lowered their flags at half-mast in mourning.  On this day, the dark red vortex stopped rotating, like a solidified symbol, silently mourning At the moment of silence, all the ships on the three islands of Xingqing sounded their whistles together, turning into a uniform mourning note between heaven and earth.  On the road paved with pansies on both sides, people from all over the world came to pay their respects, holding snow-white cypress branches, lining up silently, just to bow.  In addition to Nan Xinghun and Anu, Beatrice also appeared in the white clothes of a widow People looked at these three stunning beauties and felt sorry for Feng Qinglang in their hearts. A symbol of the era, the founder of the incomparably wealthy country Xingqing.  King Nie Zheng of the Di Dynasty But now all this has become history because he has returned to the depths of the stars.  The brilliance of the setting sun shines on this land, dyeing the white color with a layer of golden color.  There were a few figures walking in a hurry, and they looked very awkward among the people lining up in an orderly manner. Especially, they didn't even have a branch in their hands The supervisor who maintained the order suddenly became furious and immediately rushed forward to intercept the opponent.  , shouted in a low voice: "This is my condolences, line up in order." But after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he almost fainted. The appearance of these people happened to correspond to the portraits in the black and white frame behind them.  The leader was Feng Qinglang. He smiled and said: "I am participating in my own memorial service. Please make it easier and don't have to queue up." Ending 2 Di Allen slowly opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in the huge field.  Above the green leaves, a dream-like feeling filled his soul strongly. Could it be that he was still on the elven altar, and the thousands of years he had experienced before were just a momentary hallucination?  In front of you, there is still the exquisite table with twenty-four pointed stars, and the silver-gray balance is upright in the middle. Looking up at the sky, it is a particularly bright starry night in the elf world. Looking back, the white hands of the elf priest are gently moving.  Flicking, the colorful light spots like fireflies slowly ended their dancing, and a phantom-like twenty-four-pointed star slowly disappeared in the palm of her hand.  Allen found that his hand was still on the side of the scale, and his wrist was not injured. Could it be that that transaction had not begun He was breathing quickly, and he was a little bit embarrassed, and he quickly retracted his hand on the scale.  The priestess said softly: "Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, what you have just experienced is a fleeting millennium in the Book of Time." "Is everything just an illusion?" Allen felt a little confused, because everything he experienced was so real.  "It is an experience, but how can it be an illusion? You can regard it as the real future of another parallel time and space, or you can view it as we are standing in the initial past that can change the future." The voice of the priestess is gentle, like the soft starlight.  Allen slowly regained his composure from the shock, and couldn't help but think in his heart that without that transaction, there would be no such gloomy future Oh my god, Nu Lang, Ailia, Miu Nuolin and the others were still waiting outside the Elf Altar.  With me, my future will completely belong to them, and we will spend the best time of our lives As for Yaling thinking about the sadness and loss in a thousand years, does she really like such a brief reunion?  His eyes gradually became firm, and he retrieved the small tuft of hair from one end of the scale and put it back in his left breast pocket. Then he picked up the silver scale, the artifact called the Holy Coffin of Farley, and threw it casually, just like throwing  Drop a trivial piece of trash.  It fell out of the elven altar, fell into the sea of ??clouds, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The priestess responded calmly. Over the past tens of millions of years, more than thousands of valuable things have been thrown from this altar Alan was solemn to the priestess.  After thanking you, he said: "Your Highness, can you?Give me a page in the book of time?  " "With your contribution to the elven world, you deserve to be given as a gift." The priestess smiled, moved her crystal clear hand into the air, and tore off a page of the Book of Time in the void. "It seems that it is just a piece of beautifully made sheepskin."  The paper was spread flat on the star table. Allen picked up the quill and wrote solemnly: Dear Feng Qinglang, thank you for everything you have done for me in the past or in the future (Full text ends)
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