Chapter 1419: The Beautiful Monitoring Officer

Qin Tianjian, Zhaixing Pavilion.
Zhao Wujing has returned to the first floor of Zhaixing Pavilion. The simple furnishings remain unchanged, without a single person.
Originally, he planned to fly up directly, but there are restrictions set around this nine-story Zhaixing Pavilion, preventing him from flying.
He tried to use the strong cultivation of the Nine Netherworlds Divine Emperor to directly confront it, but found it difficult, so he abandoned the plan of flying up and instead chose to climb the tower honestly.
He climbed up to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor were almost identical to those on the first floor, with star maps etched on the six walls.
"Overseer?" Zhao Wujian called out, but no one answered him.
He continued to climb the stairs.
Third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor.
Even after climbing three floors, there was no sign of anyone.
However, he noticed that the constellation map on each wall was changing, with more and more stars becoming bright and dazzling.
On the sixth floor, the Star Chart disappeared, replaced by a sea of stars that pervades the entire Star-Picking Pavilion.
These stars float around him, like 3D projections, so real and yet so dreamlike.
Immediately, he continued climbing the building, reaching the seventh floor, the eighth floor, all of which were a dreamlike expanse of stars and ocean.
"Jianzheng?" he called out again.
This time, there was a response.
A gentle and commanding voice rang out:
"Come on."
Zhao Wujing frowned, the voice sounded so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
He slowly ascended to the ninth level.
The so-called "Zhaixing Pavilion, Ninth Level" is an observation deck with no roof or walls.
Whole observatory, there is only a small low table, on which lies a palm-sized bronze mirror.
The vast sky and earth seem to have opened a window exclusively for this observatory. Instead of falling snowflakes, one can see a sparkling night sky by looking up.
It's like a blurry mirror that has been wiped clean by someone with a clean cloth.
"Jianzheng." Zhao Wujian looked at the figure standing by the railing, this figure was extremely graceful, and in the cold wind, it looked so fragile, like a thin piece of glass, fragile enough to break at a touch.
With her long hair flowing like a waterfall, Jian Zheng slowly turned her eyes to the side, revealing an unparalleled side profile.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled suddenly. He was not astonished by Jian Zheng's stunning beauty, but rather shocked by her striking resemblance to Xuan Yuanjing.
Jing Er was once the female emperor, exuding a majestic aura that ruled over the kingdom.
Jian Zheng appears aloof, as cold as a fairy, with a calmness in his eyes that treats all beings equally.
But hidden within Jian Zheng's coldness is an intense and scorching heat, capable of incinerating all things in the world.
Two contradictory temperaments bloom on Jianzheng's body.
"What? Don't recognize me?" Jianzheng's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. With a faint smile, a smile that sways the country, her long hair rapidly shortened, and at the same time, it changed from ink-like black to dazzling silver-white, stopping at her waist and hip.
She slowly knelt down in front of a low and small table, her black robe outlining her exquisite figure, with stunning curves.
She picked up the bronze mirror on the table, admired herself alone, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Zhao Wujiang's sword eyebrows furrowed tightly as he looked at this supervising officer who looked almost identical to Jing'er, to the point where one could even say they were exactly the same. He felt a strong sense of vigilance rise within him.
He slowly approached, a vast aura of dread emanating from his body, with a hint of demonic energy filling his eyes:
"Who are you exactly?"
^{/liWho are you exactly?liJianzheng, her silver hair fluttering, a strand of silver silk drifting, clinging to her moisturized red lips. Her red lips tightened, both cold and charming.
Instead of directly answering Zhao Wujiang's question, she smiled and asked:
"Do you know how many sparkling stars there were in the night sky?"
Zhao Wujian sat down, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing face of Jian Zhengmu, without any hesitation as he openly observed.
"There have been so many... They have all extinguished..." Monzheng Qiu Shui's long eyes were filled with waves as he gently stared at Zhao Wujian:
"But they have all gone out...
Over these tens of thousands of years, they have been extinguishing faster and faster."
Zhao Wujing glanced up at the night sky and remained unmoved by the words of the supervisor. He still spoke in a cold voice:
"Who are you exactly? And why do you resemble Xuan Yuanjing so much in appearance?"}