"I'm here."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
His expression was calm and indifferent, as if this was a natural meeting.
The young girl moaned, and like a colorful butterfly, she threw herself into Shen Zhenyi's arms.
"You haven't been here for a few days. I thought … you had forgotten about me."
Her tone was tender and full of sincerity, making one unable to not be moved.
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly and patted the girl's shoulder.
"Lord Zi Ningjun is sincere. Let alone a mere four hundred years, even if it's a thousand years or ten thousand years, I won't forget."
Lord Zi Ningjun?
The girl in his arms suddenly stiffened and raised her head in disbelief.
Her face was elegant and beautiful, her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and there was not a single flaw on her jade-like face. No matter how many years had passed, she was still a pure girl untainted by the mortal world.
Her purple robe fluttered gently in the wind, making her look like a fairy.
She was the number one beauty of the World of Eight Cultivators, as well as the number one expert among women, the one who entered the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm through the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena — Lord Zi Ningjun!
There were many legends about Lord Zi Ningjun.
Everyone knew that she was the number one beauty several hundred years ago. It was said that the experts of the imperial family and the eight sects all wanted to marry the Sect Master of the Purple Flame Sect. However, she was as cold as a fairy and did not show any emotion to anyone.
By her side, there was only a mysterious white-robed swordsman.
— But that was only for a short period of time.
The people of the world never knew who Lord Zi Ningjun's partner was, and she never talked about it.
Several decades after the white-robed swordsman left, Lord Zi Ningjun obtained second place in the Nine Zen Heavenly Duel Arena with her Ninth Rank Enlightened Master cultivation. She entered the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm and was never heard from again.
Some people believed that such a beauty would not die so easily in the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm. Perhaps she had already learned a peerless martial art and left.
But no one expected that … she had been waiting here for four hundred years.
Lord Zi Ningjun took a step back, let go of Shen Zhenyi, and stared at him in a daze.
"You … you're real?"
For the past four hundred years, she had seen countless illusions. Even she could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Four hundred years. I've come from the outside. Thank you for your sincerity."
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly and held her sleeve.
When he first went to the Purple Flame Sect, he had felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be a faint aura of resentment lingering in the air, but he did not know where it came from.
He could feel that Lord Zi Ningjun was still alive, but 400 years was too long even for a top martial artist from the World of Eight Cultivators.
His friends from back then had all left. Even if Lord Zi Ningjun was still alive, he should be old now.
Who would have thought that Lord Zi Ningjun would be able to stay true to his heart and experience four hundred years alone in this terrifying Illusory River?
— — Of course, Shen Zhenyi could guess who she saw in her illusion.
"I knew you would finally come back."
Lord Zi Ningjun smiled and looked at him quietly. After the initial slight trembling of his body, he calmed down.
Her temperament had always been like this. Even if it was great joy or great sorrow, it was difficult to move her face.
The shock and trembling just now was already the biggest loss of composure she had ever shown.
"I will come back."
More than 400 years ago, Shen Zhenyi left without saying goodbye. How could she have such firm confidence?
If she had not been so determined, it would have been impossible for her to survive in this Illusory River.
The Illusory River was a terrifying place in the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm. People would create endless illusions because of their own thoughts and memories, and in the end, they would drown in the illusions and die.
— — The so-called experts of the World of Eight Cultivators that followed Shen Zhenyi could not even last for an incense stick's worth of time. At this time, they were all dead and had probably died long ago.
Yet, Lord Zi Ningjun had survived alone for 400 years.
Her intentions were clear.
Even as the Sword God, Shen Zhenyi could not help but feel moved.
"I came here today to take you away from the Chaotic Separation Secret Realm and return to the World of Eight Cultivators."
This place was not a place to stay for long. It was better to leave in the end.
"Go back?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Lord Zi Ningjun's eyes. The World of Eight Cultivators was now a strange place for her. It was no longer her hometown.
It had been four hundred years since they last saw each other. Things had remained the same, but people had changed.
But since it was Shen Zhenyi's arrangement, she followed his wishes.
"Whatever you say, I'll listen to your arrangements."
She lowered her head and remained silent like a plum blossom.
"Good."
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly and helped Lord Zi Ningjun up. Then, he turned around and walked on the waves, leaving the strange island behind.
"Do you still remember those years?"
Lord Zi Ningjun followed suit. She did not have any nostalgia for the small island that she had stayed on for 400 years. Her pair of beautiful eyes only stopped at the side of Shen Zhenyi's face.
Shen Zhenyi nodded.
"Of course I remember."
For him, the World of Eight Cultivators was just a memory of the past.
But even if it was short, it was as brilliant as a meteor. Walking with friends and singing together was an unforgettable time.
The wandering World of Eight Cultivators was like a lonely boat in a storm, unable to control where it went.
It was Lord Zi Ningjun and his other friends who gave him warmth and companionship.
This was something that Shen Zhenyi would never forget.
"Now that I've returned to the World of Eight Cultivators, I have everything under control. You don't have to worry anymore."
From the moment they met, Lord Zi Ningjun had been pulling Shen Zhenyi's clothes, as if she was afraid that he would fly away at any time.
— This was the situation in the World of Eight Cultivators back then.
But this time, it was different.
He had made a comeback and ascended to the Ninth Heaven. Naturally, he would control his own destiny, including the destiny of others …
"Okay."
Lord Zi Ningjun whispered. There was no joy in her voice, but it was incomparably firm.
Shen Zhenyi smiled indifferently, hugged her waist, and quickened his pace.
— He smelled the smell of blood in the distance.
Those people in the Canglan Secret Treasury had nothing to do with Shen Zhenyi. Even if there was a change, he did not care.
But there was still one person among them that Shen Zhenyi did not want to continue sinking.
"Let's go!"
Even in the world of violent true qi, Shen Zhenyi still tapped the tip of his foot lightly, and like a light wind, he quickly moved forward.
In just a moment, he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.
The Canglan Secret Treasury was right in front of him. The murderous and bloody smell inside became more and more obvious. Just as Shen Zhenyi reached the door, a panicked figure flew out and shouted.
"Don't kill me!"
The voice was miserable, like a pig being slaughtered.
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