Yue Wuzheng, who had been waiting nearby for a long time, walked in with gentle steps.
He looked at Ye Guilan, who was sitting there kneeling. The Ye family leader she was holding in her arms had lost his voice. Although the bleeding from the punctured wound in his abdomen had stopped, the rot of the spiritual seed inside had intensified.
Yue Wuzheng squatted down silently and put his hands on her shoulders.
Ye Guilan's body trembled slightly, and he gently lowered the grandfather in his arms to the ground, "Wuzheng, can your body hold up until we get back?"
"It can't last. This body will rot and die in a short time."
"Yeah……"
Ye Guilan murmured, but before letting go of her grandfather's hand, she looked at the old man lying on the ground with gentle eyes.
"I can't even keep my body, but I didn't even ask my uncle's name..."
Yue Wuzheng put his arm around her shoulders, "Spiritual seed decay and spiritual seed normal death are two different concepts. If a spiritual seed rots rapidly and the body is not preserved by a secret method, it will also disappear quickly."
"Although the body of a spiritual species that dies normally will slowly decay, the speed is much slower."
Ye Guilan hummed, stretched out her arms and hugged the old man again. She stood up and said, "You can't let me here, there must be a place with light."
Yue Wuzheng hummed and followed her all the way up.
Ye Guilan was silent, but adjusted his arms several times, trying to hold the old man in his arms tighter.
The body that had begun to collapse was even lighter than it was just now, making Ye Guilan feel that a gust of wind could blow away the grandfather.
The body in his arms slid down in a strange posture. Ye Guilan quickly adjusted his posture, but still watched helplessly as a section of his arm fell off his body and fell to the ground.
Yue Wuzheng bent down, caught the fallen arm, and gently placed it in Ye Guilan's arms.
"Thank you, Wu Zheng."
Ye Guilan murmured with red eyes, not daring to move too fast, for fear that if he walked too fast, the grandfather would not even be able to preserve his intact body.
This passage was not as long as it seemed. There was a faint light coming in from the outside. Although some parts of the body held in Ye Guilan's arms were broken, it was still intact.
After walking out of this passage, Ye Guilan felt as if she had escaped from a dark world.
How long had her great grandfather been locked up here without seeing the light of day? Wan Qi Wujiang had drained everything from him, and in the end he could not even go back home.
"Grandpa, grandpa has been waiting for you for a long, long time."
Ye Guilan held the old man in his arms and stood in the light. Warmth spread from the top of his head, and the old man in his arms could no longer feel it.
"No matter what others say, he is waiting for you to come back."
Tears fell from Ye Guilan's eyes and onto the old man's pale and sunken cheeks.
"It's my incompetence that took me so long to find you."
Slowly squatting down, she carefully placed the old man's body on the ground. With tears in her eyes, the skinny body seemed to be slowly collapsing.
"The spiritual seed has completely rotted away."
Yue Wuzheng spoke in a low voice, but in the next second, he saw a ball of red flame rising from Ye Guilan's palm.
Swish, brush, brush!
Several spiritual energy chains protruded from her palms and wrapped around various parts of the old man's body, including the broken limbs.
"Gui Lan?"
Yue Wuzheng looked at her in surprise, Ye Guilan pursed her lips, and the spiritual fire fiercely rushed forward through her spiritual energy chain, burying the old man's body in her strong spiritual energy fire.
"In my world, even if you die, you won't leave nothing behind."
She spoke in a low voice as the fire grew stronger and stronger, "Even a handful of ashes is the last tribute."
In the fire, the old man's body quickly dissipated, and Ye Guilan forcibly kept the body that should have been scattered.
She stared at the huge red burning flame, "I said, if you want to take grandpa home, I must take him back!"
After the fire, a handful of white ash fell to the ground.
Ye Guilan quickly stepped forward, carefully placed it in a container, and finally sealed it completely.
Yue Wuzheng watched her movements and couldn't help but touch the container with his hand, "Does this mean he is still alive?"
"There must always be a place where people can place their thoughts."
Ye Guilan put the container away, and Yue Wuzheng's fingers wiped the tears in her eyes, "You are right, missing you has nothing to support, it is too painful."
"Let's go Wu Zheng, we have too much to do."
Ye Guilan raised her hand to wipe away her tears and looked at him with black eyes, "If Wanqi Wujiang is immortal, more innocent lives will be killed. If the Black Soul Palace does not fall, the world will not be able to gain true peace.
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"Real peace?"
Yue Wuzheng murmured, "Struggles will always exist, and peace may not come just because of a Black Soul Palace or Wanqi Wujiang."
"Then stick to this belief from generation to generation!"
Ye Guilan held his hand tightly, "We, our children, and children's children will persevere from generation to generation. One day, true peace will be realized."
He looked at her for a while, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
Holding her hand back with force, Yue Wuzheng and her looked at the land in front of them that was shrouded in light.