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Qianyu held up two fingers. "First, the fragment must be in direct contact with you. Second, both of you must be in this white hall simultaneously. The flying carpet only satisfies the distance requirement, not the location."

Xiaoyu opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find any flaws.

She lowered her head, looking at the fragment in her palm that continued to emit golden light, and her whole demeanor waned.

"But I really don't know," Xiaoyu said softly. "If the history book was really hidden on me, how come I didn't feel anything..."

Qianyu looked her up and down.

He already had a guess in his mind, but he didn't intend to explain it at this time.

"Don't overthink it. You only need to do one thing: take the fragment and stand on the platform in the center of the hall."

Xiaoyu looked up at him

"Huh?"

"Go."

Qianyu nodded to her.

"Believe me."

Xiaoyu gripped the fragment in her hand tightly and turned to walk towards the base.

The white hall was quiet.

The old man stood there, watching her retreating figure, his lips twitching slightly, but ultimately he said nothing.

Xiaoyu walked to the front of the base and stepped onto the white stone platform.

The change came without warning.

Starting from her toes, a faint golden light rose around the edges of Xiaoyu's body.

The light didn't come from the outside; it emanated simultaneously from beneath her skin, deep within her bones, and from every pore.

"this……"

Xiaoyu looked down at her hands, which were becoming translucent. The golden light of the fragments intertwined with the light emanating from her body, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

She tried to say something, but her voice was already muffled.

Golden light spread from her fingertips to her wrists, from her wrists over her shoulders, and from her shoulders over her head.

The outline of the person gradually blurred in the light, like a sugar cube dissolving in hot water, the edges melting away and the core collapsing.

The golden light contracted sharply at the last moment, and all the light surged toward a point in the very center of the base as if being sucked into a vortex.

The whole process lasted less than ten seconds.

When the golden light faded, Xiao Yu on the platform was gone.

Instead, there was a thick, old book.

The old man stood there, stunned, and finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"Xiaoyu...she's actually the Book of Time?"

Qianyu stepped forward and stopped beside the base. He looked at the ancient book lying quietly on the stone surface, and the conjecture that had been swirling in his mind for a long time finally came to an end.

It's not that Xiaoyu carries the history book within her, but rather that the history book itself has taken on Xiaoyu's form.

As for why even she herself didn't know this earth-shattering secret, Qianyu speculated that it was probably a self-protection mechanism of historical records.

If the container itself doesn't know what it is, then there is no way in the world to force the answer out of it.

Only in this way can historical records be absolutely safe.

The Holy Lord had gone to great lengths to track, set traps, and possess Ximu to follow him for so long, but in the end, the prey was always standing within three steps of him, and he didn't even notice.

Having figured this out, Qianyu was completely relieved. Since the previous Xiaoyu was the incarnation of the history book, the real Xiaoyu was probably still safely somewhere else at the moment.

After the world was rewritten by the Holy Lord, everyone's memories and identities were covered up. It's possible that at that point in time, the history books replaced the real Jade, thus avoiding being affected by the Holy Lord's rewriting.

Before officially starting to revise the history book, Chiba planned to deal with the spoils of war first.

He summoned shadow cards to form a shield around himself, and then took out eleven talismans.

Previously, in order to circumvent the rules, Qianyu had not dared to absorb all the talismans.

Now there's nothing to worry about.

Qianyu took a deep breath and destroyed all eleven talismans.

Then it began absorbing from the tiger...

Five minutes later, eleven unfamiliar magical energies appeared in his body.

Because of the tiger, the power of the other talismans and Qianyu's own power did not clash, as if they were meant to be there.

"Alright."

After doing all this, Qianyu slowly walked to the front of the historical record and beckoned her father to come and help her, asking him how to put the tampered history back on track.

The old man walked to the base, his steps much slower than before.

Jackie Chan is gone, and Jade has turned into this book before us. This adventure has drained most of his life force and spirit.

But the white-haired old man suppressed his emotions a few seconds later and pushed up his reading glasses.

"The operation is not complicated. Just find the page that the Holy Lord altered, erase what he wrote, and rewrite the correct historical course."

"It's that simple?"

"The history book itself is a tool of causality; it automatically calibrates the modified parts. You only need to tell it the 'correct direction,' and it will handle the rest."

Qianyu nodded and reached out to open the history book.

The thick parchment pages rustled between my fingers, densely covered with various writings.

He recognized some of them, but couldn't understand others at all.

With each page turn, golden particles of light float up from the paper, like dandelion seeds.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, began to search through the huge pages of the book.

After flipping through a few pages, Dad's finger stopped on a line of unusually glaring black characters.

"here."

Qianyu looked down.

The handwriting on that page was clearly different from the ones before and after it.

The text on the other pages was neat and ancient, carrying a sense of the passage of time, but the text on this page was crooked and twisted, as if someone had scratched it with their claws dipped in ink.

Qianyu leaned closer to read.

The two stared at the words side by side for a few seconds, then fell silent.

The text above indeed confirmed the Lord's earlier complaint that the historical trajectory he had written was completely misled by Gatanothor.

It's not about demons ruling the world at all.

Rather, it is that [the world will eventually be swallowed by darkness, and all living beings will be sacrifices].

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As for who the darkness refers to, Chiyu knows it all too well.

The old man didn't say anything, but picked up a quill pen from the edge of the base.

When the pen tip touched the Lord's handwriting, the crooked ink marks faded from the parchment one by one, like water stains dried by the scorching sun.

A few seconds later, the page returned to blank.

Dad began to write in the blank space.

Qianyu watched from the side. The content her father wrote was conventional, nothing more than phrases like "the world has not been altered, and everything continues to operate as usual."

After her father put down the pen, Qianyu reached out and took it from him.

Let me add a couple of points.

He wrote a line neatly after his father's paragraph.

The old man glanced at it and read it aloud.

"With Qianyu's tremendous help, all things in the world have returned to their former order."

"And those dark beings who attempted to devour the world were forced to retreat because they feared Qianyu's terrifying strength, and from then on dared not set foot in this world again."

After reading it, I remained silent for a few seconds.

The old man took off his reading glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and, making sure his eyesight wasn't failing, said seriously.

"Young man, you know that history books have a self-cleaning mechanism, right?"

"Yes, I know."

"History books only record what has already happened. If what you write contradicts the actual course of the world, it will inevitably be forcibly erased by the world's own corrective forces in the future."

"The deviation won't be too large."

Qianyu said confidently, "Because everything I wrote was the truth."

"Even if it's corrected, it doesn't matter; it won't cause me any real harm."

After hearing this, the old man simply shook his head helplessly, took the quill from Qianyu's hand, and solemnly put a period at the end of that passage.

The moment the pen tip touched the ground, golden light exploded from the period.

The entire white hall trembled violently in the light, and the white stone of the dome began to peel away piece by piece, revealing the endless void behind it.

Qianyu's vision was swallowed by gold, the ground beneath her feet disappeared, and countless cacophony of sounds flooded her ears: voices, car noises, the sound of wind, and birdsong.

Then came darkness, a brief, warm, soft darkness.

Then Qianyu opened her eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling.

He heard a soft snoring sound coming from his right. He turned his head and saw the orange-yellow plush toy lying on its back in the cardboard box, its little wings covering its belly like a blanket, and a drool hanging from the corner of its mouth.

Qianyu lay on the bed for about five seconds.