Chu Wentian stood at the mountain gate of Changsheng Palace, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
thump!
Chu Wentian felt that his body was very heavy, and he knelt down on the ground. His eyes were always fixed on the path of witnessing.
Seeing the death of Sikong Nanyan with his own eyes, Chu Wentian was devastated, and his throat seemed to be stuck by sparks. After a long time, Chu Wentian's mouth made a sound, calling "senior brother" in a trembling voice.
In a daze, Chu Wentian saw scenes from his childhood.
Chu Wentian was a teenager. His master passed away just after he started. Later, a man with a beautiful tree walked up to Chu Wentian and said, "My name is Sikong Nanyan, and I am your senior brother.
If there is anything you don’t understand about your practice in the future, you can come and ask me. If you are bullied, don’t be afraid, my senior brother is here.”
From then on, Chu Wentian often followed Sikong Nanyan and regarded Sikong Nanyan as his only relative.
Scenes from the past kept reappearing in front of his eyes, aggravating the pain deep in Chu Wentian's heart.
"Senior brother..." Chu Wentian lost his former immortal spirit and looked at the sky, tears falling from his eyes, and occasionally he let out a burst of sobs, crying like a child.
Chu Wentian had thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know how to express them. In the end, the endless longing and sadness turned into lines of senior brother, echoing in the mountains and rivers, and fell into the ears of countless people.
The death of Sikong Nanyan means that more than half of the sky of the Changsheng Palace has collapsed. If Chu Wentian is in trouble again, what will the Changsheng Palace do?
A group of elders quickly walked to Chu Wentian's side, fearing that Chu Wentian's Daoist heart would be damaged, and whispered comfort.
Above the Rainbow Bridge, the road slowly disappeared.
Until this moment, those dull monks finally woke up.
it's over!
Sikong Nanyan failed to attain enlightenment and died on the first stage of tribulation.
No one dared to ridicule, they all held a deep sense of awe.
If the eighty-nine tribulations hadn't destroyed Sikong Nanyan's foundation and all his trump cards, Sikong Nanyan would definitely not have stopped at the first level.
Whoosh——
A strong wind blew by, driving away the clouds and mist above the nine heavens.
A fragment of clothing danced with the strong wind, as if it was about to float into the distance.
Xu Changge ducked to the place where the wind started, reached out and grabbed the torn piece of clothing. Looking down at the rags, Xu Changge slowly closed his eyes.
This piece of rags bears the traces of Sikong Nanyan's fight for the future of the human race.
Perhaps it was the mercy of Dao Dao that did not destroy everything about Sikong Nanyan and left a trace on him.
Xu Changge held tightly the blood-stained piece of cloth in his hand, looked up at the sky, and said nothing.
"He has the qualifications to attain enlightenment, but he does not have the order of the emperor, alas!"
Fu Yuzhi, who was buried in the immortal coffin and was wearing a red dress, sighed softly.
"It is not without reason that the will of the Great Dao is afraid of the human race. The belief and will of the human race are too terrifying."
The human race is born with a mortal body and is extremely fragile. It is not as scary as the newborns of other ethnic groups. It has the ability to breathe fire and sea from birth. However, there is no limit to the potential of the human race.
If the strong men of all races can reach the top of the mountain, they must be the ones with extraordinary talents. Different from the human race, a very small number of people can use their unyielding will to blaze their own path and crush many monsters with extremely high talents.
"The life of the old monster was worth it. It must have been written in the ancient books over time. Unlike us, who put down their dignity in order to survive, they will be nothing more than walking corpses no matter how long they live."
Some powerful people in the restricted area are envious of Sikong Nanyan's ending. At least he can leave a legendary story of his own. In the years to come, some people may read ancient books and learn about the current events and feel respectful.
In this way, this life is not in vain.
"Unless..." In the restricted area, many powerful people showed expectant looks, but hesitated to speak.
If the prosperous age comes and you really get the chance to live forever, all the pain you are experiencing now will be worth it. But, can you really live forever?
Several months have passed since the old monster became enlightened.
There are heated discussions all over the world, and many powerful people look up to the sky and sigh with emotion.
Zhonglingzhou, Changsheng Palace.
Xu Changge brought back the piece of cloth, and the Changsheng Palace erected a tomb for Sikong Nanyan, who was buried on a mountaintop with beautiful scenery, overlooking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
A memorial ceremony was held, and Xu Changge stood next to the cemetery with a sad expression on his face.
"Just rest!" Xu Changge looked at the tombstone and whispered: "Let me walk the road behind."
Sikong Nanyan's enlightenment this time laid the foundation for the human race to achieve enlightenment. If future humans embark on the road to enlightenment, they can follow the footsteps left by Sikong Nanyan and reduce their burden.
Chu Wentian stood beside Xu Changge. He looked much older, with gray hair and dull eyes.
"My condolences." Xu Changge bowed towards the tombstone, walked to Chu Wentian and said comforting words.
Chu Wentian nodded slightly, supported a cane, and walked slowly to the tomb.
Xu Changge and others wisely went down the mountain, leaving Chu Wentian alone.
For the elders and disciples of Changsheng Palace, although they are sad, they are limited.
But it was a huge blow to Chu Wentian. His only relative and elder passed away, and he was devastated. His eyes were dry and he could no longer squeeze out a single tear.
If it weren't for the responsibility of Changsheng Palace, Chu Wentian might have embarked on the same road and enjoy the scenery on the road to enlightenment.
Every place in the Changsheng Palace is hung with white cloth, and all the doors are dressed in plain clothes, creating a desolate scene.
In a courtyard, Xu Changge and Liu Qing'er were alone.
After more than fifty years, the two reunited again, but it was difficult to show joy. The passing of Sikong Nanyan made everyone feel bad.
Liu Qing'er nestled in Xu Changge's arms, lightly closing her eyes and not saying a word. She hugged Xu Changge tightly, for fear of being separated from Xu Changge again.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and then Liu Qing'er slowly let go of her hands.
Liu Qing'er reached out and touched Xu Changge's cheek, and saw Xu Changge's white hair and moist eyes. In her eyes, there was sadness for the death of her ancestor, but also concern for Xu Changge.
Xu Changge's remaining time is running out, only about four hundred years. If Xu Changge cannot attain enlightenment and become an emperor, his life will stop there and his body will die and his path will disappear.
"don’t worry."
Xu Changge saw the worry in Liu Qing'er's eyes, gently rubbed Liu Qing'er's head and smiled slightly.
She is Xu Changge's wife, how can she not be worried?
Liu Qing'er felt very heavy and opened her mouth without saying a word.
The memorial ceremony for Sikong Nanyan had just ended, and Xu Changge wanted to spend more time with Liu Qing'er. Unexpectedly, a message came, disrupting Xu Changge's arrangements.