His words solved Heng Yu's confusion.

Although this book is all the time in many places, many things cannot withstand careful consideration or scrutiny. If this version is directly released on Canglan Continent, as long as there are more people who think deeply like her, before the disaster comes, the righteous monks will probably have to mess up their own way.

In fact, under Wen Zimu's plan, he was not going to inform Heng Yu of too many details of the Dharma-Ending Era in advance, but Heng Yu himself guessed a lot through those few words.

My disciple is smarter than I thought. Judging from her calm mind now, there is no need to worry too much about her sword heart, so Wen Zimu doesn't mind mentioning a few more words.

In this season, the leaves of the sycamore tree have turned yellow, and the yellow leaves hang on the branches, shaking gently with the wind, and then falling down with the wind.

Wen Zimu stared at the fallen leaf carefully, and Heng Yu looked over with his gaze.

"Flowers bloom and fall, trees wither and flourish, and all things in the world have their own sequence rules. Even though Taibai Academy is known to be reversible and disorderly, can Yu'er know the price they paid for this?"

"We are fighting with the heavens for the way we seek." Wen Zimu's words were free and easy, but also somewhat complicated.

Heng Yu chewed his words many times before he realized the complexity of Master’s words.

How many people who have achieved success in cultivation have never imagined being in the same state as heaven. If they were at the heyday of the cultivation world, with Wen Zimu's talent, they would have imagined ascension. Now they are trapped in the late Nascent Soul stage for many years without any progress.

So he no longer asks for ascension, but only asks about swordsmanship.

He was free and relieved, but he was not without regrets.
Chapter completed!