Thinking of this, Ying Zheng touched the Jade Pendant of Heavenly Punishment hanging around his waist again. At this moment, the jade slip also changed.

A stream of light rose from the jade slip and shot out, penetrating into Ying Zheng's forehead in the blink of an eye.

A phantom unfolded before Ying Zheng's eyes, or rather, in Ying Zheng's mind.

This man has a handsome figure, but his appearance cannot be seen clearly. But judging from his aura, he probably isn't that ugly.

Chen Xuan was still lying there, not noticing anything unusual was happening on Ying Zheng's side.

The streak of light just now not only avoided Chen Xuan's perception, but also seemed to have avoided Chen Xuan's [Domain].

The jade slip dimmed slightly, as if everything had become that stream of light, and was transformed into a light and shadow by that stream of light.

"Who are you?"

Ying Zheng opened his mouth, but no sound came out. However, Ying Zheng was still certain that the person in front of him heard it, and heard it particularly clearly.

Ying Zheng's words seemed to be the source of everything, and everything in the bedroom disappeared, leaving only a white expanse.

Chen Xuan, the jade slip, and the heavenly punishment all disappeared completely, or rather, Ying Zheng also disappeared completely, like a passerby, looking at the person in front of him.

Or rather, look at Fuxi.

"You're here?"

Like running water in the mountains or the cry of a deer in the woods, the sound is extremely gentle, yet seems particularly real, making people intoxicated.

"I am here."

Ying Zheng replied with this sentence for some reason, as if he had met an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time. It was very natural and ordinary.

"Oh! You should have come a long time ago." Fuxi lowered his head and fiddled with the tortoise shell he had taken out from somewhere. "I have been waiting here for a long time, just for your arrival."

"Why are you waiting for me?" Ying Zheng looked at Fuxi. Although he could not see his appearance clearly, there was a voice in his heart saying this person's name: Fuxi.

"Because you have doubts, I have to wait for you." Fuxi said this in an unclear, even mysterious way. "I am here to answer all your questions."

"I have no doubts."

Even though he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Ying Zheng still felt that there was something different about the man in front of him. It was a kind of alertness that was unique to him.

"Aren't you curious about where Chen Xuan came from and why he happened to be connected with you?" Fuxi's words were still plain, so plain that people wanted to follow his words.

For a moment, just a moment like this, Ying Zheng seemed to be lost, as if he was lost in thought. He just said it bluntly and asked: "Chen Xuan, where are you from?"

"Come here, I'll talk to you again." The tone was still calm and peaceful, but it was so captivating that people leaned forward unconsciously.

But it was only that moment that was lost, and that moment only.

There was a roar of a dragon, accompanied by the cry of a phoenix, and there seemed to be the roar of a unicorn. All living beings, the thunder of heaven and earth, seemed to be roaring, roaring at Fuxi.

"I'm coming here, so you tell me something. If you don't, I'll leave." Ying Zheng looked at Fuxi with a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who was lost just now.

Fuxi was a little stunned, as if it was the first time he saw such a look, or perhaps, he was not Fuxi at all, but was using the name of "Fuxi" to cheat.

He didn't know where he came from, he only knew that he had been trapped in a stream of water, always.

He had seen many people break into this place, many things pick up this jade slip, and had also seen many things deceived.

During this experience, he learned a lot, including the River Map and Luoshu, and thus also learned about Fuxi.

Yuan had never gotten the chance, so he took advantage of the situation and pulled Ying Zheng in today, but he didn't expect this to be the scene.

However, there was no time for him to think, nor time for him to defend himself. "Fuxi" had already seen a scene he had never seen before:

A black dragon, an extremely huge black dragon was hovering behind Ying Zheng, roaring and roaring at him.

A powerful force coming from the heaven and earth pressed him so hard that he was somewhat deformed.

Ying Zheng knew that the black dragon was not Chen Xuan.

Because this black dragon is himself, Ying Zheng himself.

This was an extremely surprising thing, but Ying Zheng did not feel uncomfortable at all, or he had already accepted the setting that he was a black dragon.

After all, it only appears like this in this space. Outside, he is still himself, he is still the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, King Ying Zheng of Qin.

The Fuxi in front of him had already shown signs of deformation, and Ying Zheng knew that this was not the Fuxi in history.

In Chen Xuan's words, it is the spirit of the weapon, the spirit of the weapon born from the River Map and Luo Shu.

At that time, Chen Xuan treated it as a joke, and Ying Zheng also just listened to it as a joke. Who could have really thought that there really was a so-called spirit instrument in the River Map and Luo Shu.

"Fuxi" was already unable to hold back any longer. His immortal demeanor and the feeling of being immersed in nature had all disappeared. He was like a man who fell into the water, struggling but unable to utter a word.

"You are not Fuxi." Ying Zheng looked calmly at the somewhat distorted space. Now he seemed to have confidence, a confidence that belonged to him.

This confidence does not come from Chen Xuan or Bai Qi, but is a product that truly belongs to him alone.

"Fuxi" looked at Ying Zheng as if he saw a devil, as if he saw his past self.

In the past, I was just like Ying Zheng, just standing there, watching one person after another, and one thing after another that could not be called human, sink and disappear in front of my eyes.

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