Yu Heng hugged Murong Chuxue and gently stroked her back,
"It's okay, it's all over."
Murong Chuxue's eyes were red, but her hands kept moving.
Thousands of years have passed, and she is no longer the little girl who only followed her master on Cangyun Mountain.
She could see at a glance that this was just the remnant soul of her master.
She wanted to resurrect the master, but now that the remnant soul of the master appeared, the chance of success increased a bit.
But Yu Heng noticed her movements first, raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, and gently stroked it with his fingertips to stop the bleeding wound.
Murong Chuxue's expression changed slightly, but at this moment, she was already restrained by Yu Heng.
"Master, let me go."
Now Taoist Master Yuheng only has a trace of his remaining soul. Murong Chuxue was not on guard against him, but he suddenly took action and used his soul breath as a magic weapon to bind her. Murong Chuxue had the strength to break free, but her soul breath was scattered, and he
will also dissipate into the world.
Murong Chuxue didn't dare.
So she could only look at Taoist Yuheng and beg him to let her go.
Murong Chuxue looked at Taoist Yu Heng in front of her, but Yu Heng smiled at her, raised his hand and tapped his spiritual power between her eyebrows, and said softly,
"Chu Xue, let it go. I'll teach you to follow the Dao's will to enter the country and complete the final path of forgetting love."
Murong Chuxue, who always showed her coolness to others, had red eyes, and for the first time, she burst into tears like this.
"I don't, Master, I won't let go, I don't want to let go."
However, Taoist Master Yuheng continued to pour Taoism into her sea of consciousness, and Murong Chuxue noticed that her memory was gradually dissipating.
She looked at Dao Zun Yuheng in front of her, trying desperately to remember this person, and said hoarsely,
"Master, do you really want me to forget?"
She had just entered the spiritual path at that time and had no knowledge of the immortal way. She only knew that he practiced the Taishang Forgetting Sword Art, so she blindly followed him to practice swordsmanship and Taoism.
But later, she discovered that she could not cultivate Taishang Wangqing at all.
She has feelings, she has feelings for him.
Therefore, she doesn't want to forget.
Taoist Yuheng smiled at her, raised his hand and touched the top of her hair, and said softly,
"You shouldn't have appeared in this world, Chuxue. For you, everything here is just a big dream. Go home."
Murong Chuxue shook her head, her voice was hard,
"No, Master, you are wrong. Xuanyuan Sect is my home."
What a big dream?
What I experienced before was just a nightmare.
These days in Cangwu Realm were the life she, Murong Chuxue, truly lived.
She is Murong Chuxue, a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect, and this will never change.
Even if her spiritual power is exhausted and she dies here, her name will be engraved in the Xuanyuan Sect's ancestral hall, under the name of Taoist Yu Heng.
Xuanyuanzong is her home.
But Yu Heng didn't want the man and god in front of him to die here.
He closed his eyes slightly and said,
"Chu Xue, after you step out of this world of Cangwu, your journey to immortality has just begun. If you cultivate the great path, you may one day be able to reverse life and death and rewrite the world. We will meet again."
"And now, even if you exhaust your blood and spiritual power, you still can't keep me."
Murong Chuxue's eyes trembled slightly as she listened.
"Seriously, can we still meet?"
Yu Heng opened his eyes, and his eyes were already clear. He looked at the woman in front of him and said softly,
"Yes."
Murong Chuxue finally closed her eyes after listening, her voice was hard,
"Okay, I will go to the upper world and wait for the day when I can meet Master again."