Chapter2
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"Did you truly believe I died all those years ago, my dear brother?"
The black-robed man remained silent. His gaze never left the familiar face before him.
For countless years, guilt had lingered within his heart. Back then, when the Ancient Heavenly Ruins collapsed, it was his decision that led their team into the forbidden zone. When the disaster struck, his twin brother had stayed behind to buy everyone time to escape. Since that day, he had believed his brother dead.
Yet now...
Not only was he alive.
He stood among his enemies. At that moment, the endless sea of divine soldiers suddenly parted.
A woman dressed in snow-white robes slowly stepped forward. Every step she took caused lotus flowers to bloom beneath her feet. The moment she appeared, the battlefield fell silent.
Even the eyes of the Half-Step Primordial God narrowed slightly because this woman was his wife.
For a brief moment, the raging storm across the heavens seemed to quiet. Xiao Chen looked at her, the woman he had crossed countless realms with.
The woman he had trusted with his back in a thousand life-and-death battles, the woman he had planned to spend eternity with once he stepped into the Primordial Realm.
Yet now, she stood beside Xiao Yan, neither speaking, neither avoiding his gaze.
A strange feeling rose within Xiao Chen's heart: not anger, not hatred, but confusion.
"Why?"
His voice was calm, yet it echoed across the Nine Heavens. The woman lowered her eyes. For the first time since appearing, a trace of pain flashed across her beautiful face.
Slowly, she raised her hand, a bronze mirror appeared above her palm. Ancient runes covered its surface, while countless shattered worlds flickered within its reflection." The Mirror of Ten Thousand Futures..."
Xiao Chen's pupils contracted. That was the supreme treasure they had obtained during the Ancient Heavenly Ruins expedition, the same expedition where Xiao Yan was presumed dead.
"I searched for every future it showed me," she said softly." Tens of thousands of futures." Her voice trembled.
"And in every future where you become a True Primordial God..."
She paused.
Tears quietly gathered in her eyes." The heavens were destroyed.
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