This situation lasted until thousands of years ago.

The passage between the master and slave worlds was opened again, and a woman named Baili Liuyin appeared on the Xiuxian Continent.

Pushing this dead-end world into another bottomless abyss.

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When Muyan was in Tianguang Ruins, watching the past and future of Qihuang.

In an oasis in a remote place in the Western Wasteland, Jingyuan woke up from the roar of thunder and the tremor of the earth.

The first thing you see is the golden arch towering into the sky.

Lightning and thunder tore open, forming cracks and whirlpools.

Countless black spots fell one after another from the vortex, like falling black hail.

But Jingyuan recognized it at a glance, it was not raindrops or hail.

It's a ghoul who came to this world through a crack in the barrier.

Has the sky pillar collapsed again?

how so?

Jingyuan quickly got up from the ground, flew high into the sky, and looked at the distant sky.

Soon, his face became darker and darker, and deep worry filled his eyes.

If he read correctly, the location where the Tianzhu collapsed this time was right above the ancient battlefield.

The residence of Xiaoyaomen is right there.

Ever since he learned of his life experience, Jingyuan had been drunk and dreaming in front of his parents' graves for a period of time.

Leng Yumo spent the first month with him.

Later, he resolutely left him behind and returned to Xiaoyaomen.

Before leaving, Leng Yumo said to him: "The little monk I like, he looks gentle and soft, but he always has his own persistence in his heart. He will change due to the changes around him, and will do things he doesn't want to do.

, but he will always have a trace of clarity in his heart and will not fall down easily."

"Jingyuan, if you think being drunk and dreaming can make you forget the pain and escape everything that has happened, then you can stay here. But I will not stay for you."

"No matter how much I like you or miss my little monk, I am still a member of Xiaoyao Sect. I have my ambitions and things I want to protect. I will not let my senior brothers and sisters leave me far behind.

Let yourself be indulged in the love between men and women."

"Let's... say goodbye. I hope we will meet again later. I hope that when we meet next time, you will still be the little monk I know."

On the day Leng Yumo left, Jingyuan was so miserable that he curled up in front of his parents' graves and let tears flow freely on his haggard face.

He feels that his life is a joke.

All the persistence, all the faith, and all the hard work turned into nothing in an instant.

The mentor he thought was the culprit who killed his parents.

The enemies he thought were just victims who shared the same illness as him.

He wants to hate, but doesn't know who to hate.

He wanted to realize his revenge, but found that all his cultivation was given to him by his enemies.

Once upon a time, Jingyuan lost his most important family member overnight, and only hatred remained in his life.

Now, he doesn't even have hatred anymore, his life seems to have been cut away by life, and he no longer knows where to go.

Jingyuan thought that he would live in a state of intoxication in front of his parents' graves, living like a ghost.

No matter whether the world is prosperous or corrupt, or life and death, it has nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, looking at the collapsed Tianzhu in the sky, Jingyuan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a hand.

He thought he would never worry about anything in the world again.
Chapter completed!