She sat down with her sleeves brushed, and with a wave of her hand, everyone in the hall bowed and saluted.

"The Xuan Lord is above, the world is waiting for you."

She raised the corner of her lips slightly, moved her lips slightly, and a ray of light scattered, and everyone stood up.

"Master Xuan, I, along with the God of War, have triumphed in this battle."

She smiled with satisfaction, "Qi Yun, Teng Xiao, you two have finally achieved your status. This master is very pleased. To fulfill your long-cherished wish, you will choose an auspicious day for your wedding. What do you think?"

The two leaders in the hall smiled at each other, their eyes full of tenderness.

Lord Xuan was very pleased.

At this moment, Zhao Ya's memory fragments were broken again.

She recalled the memory outside the hall, and the two people she saw were the two leaders in the hall before.

The scene of the woman disappearing at the end replayed in her mind over and over again.

The heart-wrenching pain on the Golden Armored God of War's face also made Zhao Ya's heart clench at this moment.

What exactly are these memories and why do they exist in my mind?

Suddenly, Zhao Ya felt a sense of weightlessness in the hall. Unable to bear the pressure, she held her head with both hands, and the excruciating pain spread.

"Ah!" Waves of screams echoed continuously in the hall.

Zhao Ya closed her eyes in pain, and opened them when the pain disappeared. The surroundings were no longer the hall or the hell on earth.

The mountains and waters here are beautiful, and the scenery is like a fairyland on earth. Surrounded by mountains, the mountain scenery looks clearly layered, with a total of four layers, all of which are beautiful in all seasons.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a woman washing her black hair in front of the clear flowing river. She was wearing a simple gray-white silk dress.

She looks light, elegant and beautiful.

Zhao Ya stepped forward just to get a glimpse of her true appearance. The woman in front of her noticed someone coming beside her, looked up, and smiled in return.

When Zhao Ya saw the man's face clearly, her heart was shocked.

How could this be? This person is the woman on the battlefield and in the temple.

Why, looking at her now, she no longer exudes the violent aura she had then, but only a gentle and peaceful aura.

"Do you know where this is and what it is?"

Zhao Ya asked the person in front of her, although she didn't know why the memory fragment of seeing this woman appeared in her memory.

"Jinchuan, where the four seasons coexist, remains unchanged throughout the ages."

The man's eyes were so clear that there was no trace of distracting thoughts.

The two looked at each other, and Zhao Ya fell into the world in that person's eyes in a trance.

I woke up suddenly and realized that their eyes were so similar.

Looking more closely, Zhao Ya discovered that the man looked very similar to herself.

Zhao Ya looked at her own face in the water in disbelief, paused for a few seconds, and her pupils dilated.

Although young, she still bears 50% resemblance to that person, except that her face shows maturity, stability, and beauty. The two of them looked into each other's eyes as if they were looking into a mirror, and the person in the mirror had no emotion in her eyes.

She seemed used to it.

"My name is Qi Yun, I'm waiting for someone here."

Zhao Ya heard her voice and snapped back to her senses.

When I thought about the name carefully, I felt that my guess was correct.

Isn’t Qi Yun the woman that Master Xuan mentioned?

"Zhao Ya, my name is Zhao Ya, but I don't know why I ended up in this place."

Zhao Ya looked at the person in front of her and for some reason was easily confused. The feeling this person gave her was too different from the Qi Yun in her previous memory, so she didn't feel comfortable asking related questions.

"Come with me."

Qi Yun glanced at Zhao Ya slowly, raised his hand and waved, and the two of them disappeared from the spot.