柳夢琪的目穿了彌漫在大殿的沉寂，的眼神堅定而深邃，仿佛能察一切未知。的聲音，如同石穿水底，沉靜而有力：“陸逸軒雖然不在，但我們荒城的心依然跳，一切如常。”

陸瑤華站在旁，語氣中帶著一猶豫：“娘，那我們現在怎麼辦？荒城的主事，是不是需要有個明確的傳承？”

柳夢琪微微一笑，笑容中著不容置疑的威嚴：“該怎樣做就怎樣做，荒城的主張和規則，會一如既往地堅守。至于傳承，不是一朝一夕之間可以決定的。”

轉，目如電，掃過夢澤等人：“你們明白嗎？”

夢澤等人神肅穆，齊聲應道：“明白！”

柳夢琪滿意的點了點頭，心中對兒陸瑤華的長到欣。知道，自己的兒已經不再是那個稚的孩，而是逐漸長為能夠肩負起荒城未來的新一代領袖。

就在這時，一直沉默的弒煉天突然開口，他的聲音中帶著一忐忑：“夫人，那個，煉丹比試……”

煉丹比試，這是陸逸軒留下的一個考驗，也是弒煉天自己心中的一個懸念。然而，陸逸軒的離去，讓這場比試變得撲朔迷離。

柳夢琪的聲音平靜如水：“一切照舊。”

弒煉天心中一，他過柳夢琪散發出的恐怖氣息，那種讓人窒息的力讓他不敢有毫怠慢。他連忙點頭：“是，在下謹記。”

柳夢琪淡淡的看了他一眼，語氣中帶著一警告：“弒煉天，我知道你曾經有過輝煌，但來到荒城，就要遵守荒城的規則。你若能懂事，荒城自會善待你；若是不懂，后果自負。”

弒煉天臉一變，但他深知柳夢琪的可怕，只能低頭應是。

“好了，你們都退下吧。”柳夢琪揮了揮手，夢澤等人如水般退去，大殿中只剩下柳夢琪、陸瑤華和弒煉天。

“夫人，那我就先告退了。”弒煉天拱手道。

“婉兒，我們也走吧。”柳夢琪低頭對邊的小黑子說了一句，那子輕巧地跟了上去。

陸瑤華跟在兩人后，心中充滿了好奇。對這個新加荒城的煉丹師充滿好奇，同時也對那神的煉丹比試到好奇。

“老先生，你和那喬逸風比試，能贏嗎？”陸瑤華好奇地問道。

弒煉天不屑地笑了笑：“陸小姐，恕老夫直言，若非城主大人所托，就那種煉丹小鬼，也想與本座比試，不知天高地厚！”

“小鬼？”陸瑤華臉微變，知道宇軒耀天在煉丹界的大名，沒想到弒煉天竟如此輕視對手。

“看來這位老先生確實大有來頭。”陸瑤華心中暗自評估，知道父親在煉丹一道上頗有造詣，但這位老先生明顯更勝一籌。

“那到時候還請全力出手，讓我看看，這仙界頂級煉丹大師的風采。”陸瑤華笑瞇瞇地說道。

弒煉天著胡須，目高遠，如同一只雄鷹俯瞰大地，他未曾說話，但那自信的姿態，已經說明了一切。

Traversal through the ancient halls, the aura of power lingered, a testament to the grandeur of the past. The descendants of the great era of the Three Realms, they stood amidst a sea of shadows, a silent declaration of their resolve.

The ancient city, once a beacon of strength and might, now lay in ruins, yet the spirit of its people remained unyielding. In the heart of the廢墟, a young girl with eyes that pierced through the dust of time, looked up at the sky, her mind filled with questions and dreams.

"Mother, what should we do now?" asked Lu Xue, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Yan Lingyun's gaze, sharp as a falcon's, glanced over her daughter. "We continue as we always have, Lu Xue. The path of the ancient city is our path, unchangeable and unwavering."

The hall, grand and imposing, echoed with her words. The ancient city's legacy had been written in blood and honor, and now, under her watchful eye, it would continue to stand tall.

"Understood," Lu Xue replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. She had grown up quickly, but the weight of responsibility weighed heavily upon her shoulders.

As the ancients had done, the traditions of the city would endure. The "Danzhi Contest," a test left by the esteemed Lu Daosheng, would proceed as planned. It was a challenge not just of skill but of character, a test for all who dared to participate.

In the heart of the city, the man known as Shil煉天 stood, a figure of mystery and power. "Madam, regarding the Danzhi Contest..." he began, his voice filled with a hint of unease.

Yan Lingyun's eyes, sharp as a tiger, locked onto him. "All as usual, Shil煉天. Remember, in the ancient city, you are a guest, but you are also a test. Your loyalty will be judged."

Shil煉天 bowed his head, his face a mask of determination. "Understood, madam. I will remember."

And so, the ancient city of the Three Realms, with its legacy intact and its people ready, awaited the dawn of a new era. The Danzhi Contest, a tradition that would either elevate or break a destiny, was about to unfold.