A woman left these words on this tombstone.

But the person lying in this tomb is a man.

Fang Qingyang must have been here before, and took away all the seven-colored secret treasures in the tomb for the last time.

So who could this woman be?

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered slightly.

The face of Wenren Chuixue slowly emerged in his mind.

Could it be her?

If it was her, then things seemed to make sense.

Then, Ye Wuque's eyes passed over the tombstone and looked at the vast tomb behind.

With a sweep of his soul power, he found that there was a mechanism in this tomb.

Click!

Without any movement from Ye Wuque, a faint roar sounded from the tomb.

Then, this semicircular tomb actually began to slowly separate from the middle to both sides.

The next moment, a crystal coffin appeared in Ye Wuque's sight.

Inside the coffin,

a figure lay quietly.

It was a human-shaped skeleton with a white body.

There were three grooves on each side of the skeleton.

This is probably the place where the seven-color secret treasure was placed before, but it was taken away by Fang Qingyang after he opened the coffin.

And on the skeleton, there was a gorgeous robe!

The moment he saw the gorgeous robe, Ye Wuque's pupils shrank slightly! !

It was a gorgeous black robe!

Even if he could only see half of it.

But Ye Wuque could still be fully sure!

This black gorgeous robe was the gorgeous robe embroidered with a colorful auspicious cloud pattern that he had seen in the bronze ancient mirror.

Things that he had only seen in the bronze ancient mirror now finally appeared alive in front of him.

Under the sweep of the power of the soul, Ye Wuque immediately saw the back of the human heart skeleton. On the back of the black gorgeous robe, a colorful auspicious cloud pattern lay quietly.

It gave people an indescribable sense of dignity and tyranny.

There was also an extreme sense of antiquity.

"Is that it..."

Ye Wuque's eyes moved away from the black gorgeous robe and fell on the human heart skeleton.

This human skeleton is the figure lying on the cliff with the floating corpse in the picture of the ancient bronze mirror!

When Ye Wuque saw the colorful auspicious cloud figure in the picture, he felt a deep sense of tyranny.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, that tyranny is gone, but he can still feel the extraordinaryness of this human skeleton.

Even though it has fallen for many years, even though the flesh and blood have long disappeared, this human skeleton is still pure white, and it still flashes with a faint warm glow, as if it still has temperature and spirituality.

This proves that the body of this skeleton must have been tempered a lot before it died, and even the bones must have been tempered to be extremely powerful, so that it can still present this state after death.

"The man in the bronze mirror was lying on a cliff and was dead."

"Now he has become a skeleton and was buried in this crystal coffin. A tomb was built for him."

"That is to say, the person who buried him may have been to the cliff in the bronze mirror."

"And that is where I really want to go!"

A sharp light flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes.

At this point, he has finally got what he wanted. He finally saw what was in the bronze mirror.

"But who is this junior master?"

"Is it really the previous... leader of the ancient alliance?"

Ye Wuque looked at the human skeleton in the crystal coffin again, his eyes flickering.

"Alas..."

Suddenly, a soft sigh sounded behind Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque did not feel surprised, nor did he look back. It seemed that he had known it for a long time, but he said lightly: "What do you feel when you see your own bones?"

At this moment.

Behind Ye Wuque, about a few feet away from the tomb, the figure of the junior master with a white jade mask appeared here.

His eyes seemed to pass through the white jade mask and looked at the human skeleton in the crystal coffin.

This junior master was just a soul brand.

But Ye Wuque knew that this soul brand could not leave the peak of Tianmang at all, and could only stay here forever, without a single step out.

Unless there was something outside that could resonate with it, it could enter the dream with it, just like Fang Qingyang.

But it was just entering the dream, and nothing else could be done. Only when people from outside entered the peak of Tianmang could he manifest.

In this peak of Tianmang, he could appear in any area without any restrictions.

The reason why Ye Wuque did not act on the soul brand of the junior master was because the soul brand of the junior master had no intention of harming him, and there was no threat. Therefore

, sometimes it is more useful to persuade him with kindness than to use force.

This is a person whose main body has died, and only a trace of soul brand remains, like a ghost that has never seen the sun, still lingering in the world.

Compared to the soul imprint of the Grandmaster Taicang in the Grandmaster Hall, he was left with nothing but pity.

"To be honest, I don't remember either..."

"I have forgotten a lot of things, and many memories are blurred. I don't even remember why this soul imprint of mine was left behind."

"I can't remember..."

The junior master uncle with the white jade mask spoke slowly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

"Can't remember?"

Ye Wuque slowly turned around and looked at the junior master uncle, his eyes focused on the white jade mask again.

"Do you still remember your name?"

"Or, what does your face look like under the mask?"

After hearing this, Junior Master did not seem surprised. He slowly lowered his hands and placed them on the white jade mask.

"Name? I don't remember it either."

"But I should still be able to see the appearance clearly..."

As he spoke, Junior Master gently took off the white jade mask that had been covering his face.

Immediately, a face under the white jade mask was clearly revealed in front of Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque, who had been expressionless, suddenly had his pupils shrink again! !

How could it be him? ?

At this moment!

This face appeared in front of him!

He had seen it before!

And he had heard of the owner of this face more than once!

Including the name of this face!

The past of this face!

Everything about this face has long become... a legend in the entire Ancient Alliance!

Ye Wuque's heart was stirred!

Then he seemed to think of something, his eyes gradually became complicated, unexpected, and suddenly realized, and finally there was a sigh.

"You said you don't remember your name. It's okay. I can tell you your name..."

The little uncle who revealed his true face looked at Ye Wuque, and a faint light that had never been heard of appeared in his dim, illusory, and blurred eyes.

"Do you know me? Are you my old friend? What's my name?"

"I don't know you, but there is a statue of your face left in the ancient alliance, and countless legends about you, and your name is..."

"Sheng Haoxuan."