That face had long since receded far, far away from Li Tianming.
With all he had seen now, the woman he had thought beautiful in his youth had gradually become ordinary and commonplace in his memories.
He had crossed the worlds of mortals, divine beings, Star Gods, and now Eonic Gods!
As for that so-called "to be continued," for Li Tianming, everything had already ended when the girl named "Mu Qingqing" hanged herself at the gates of Yanhuang Academy.
It was a period, not a comma.
And now, this black-dressed female Eonic God before him had forcibly turned that period back into a comma.
Li Tianming's eyes trembled at first. Then his gaze hardened as he stared fixedly at her.
That was right!
She was an Eonic God, a thousand meters tall, standing level with Li Tianming.
Her face held restrained starlight and the lofty life force of an Eonic God. Every inch seemed exquisitely carved.
Yet when those delicate, resplendent features came together, the feeling they gave Li Tianming was Mu Qingqing!
It was like Weisheng Moran. From mortal to Eonic God, she had changed beyond measure, yet in Li Tianming's eyes, she had remained the same from beginning to end—only becoming more and more beautiful.
Perhaps the woman before him had one slight difference.
Mu Qingqing had liked white dresses.
But this graceful figure before him wore a thousand-meter black gown like a black meteor, quiet and lonely. Her crimson eyes, however, brimmed with feelings she could not conceal.
The two stared at each other like that for a very, very long time!
"Mu Qingqing." Li Tianming spoke those three words in an incomparably strange tone.
"This is my real name." The woman in black choked out the words.
"Impossible." Li Tianming shook his head. "I saw what