The moon's eye was in the sky.
Thousands of miles of frost.
The Yan River that flowed through King City was vast and mighty. The waves whimpered, turbulent and quiet.
There was a lonely grave by the river.
— This was the cenotaph of the Moonless Raiment.
Shen Zhenyi, dressed in white, stood quietly in front of the grave.
Three female disciples stood not far behind him and whispered, "Did the City Lord really wait for Master for a thousand years?"
From the words of the Moonless Raiment and Shen Zhenyi, Cynanchum Chinense could only guess.
This was even longer than the 400 years Lord Zi Ningjun had waited …
Moreover, Lord Zi Ningjun had finally waited.
However, the City Lord of Moonless City could only hold on and attack her Master once.
Perhaps, a thousand years of time could be clearly expressed in this magnificent sword. However, all kinds of resentment and uneasiness, all kinds of expectations and disappointment, and all kinds of loneliness and loneliness were real after all. Reading it carefully would make one cry.
"It should be …"
Princess Long wasn't too sure, but with her Master's ability, this wasn't a strange thing.
The one who felt the most was Lord Zi Ningjun.
She understood the helplessness of waiting the most.
Even if her heart was as heavy as water, she knew how difficult those days were.
— The only difference was that some people waited, and some didn't.
— Or they might never be able to wait.
This change in mood between expectation and fear of loss was the most torturous moment.
"But Master doesn't seem to be very sad …"
Cynanchum Chinense sighed. Shen Zhenyi was obviously more detached and detached in this world. Compared to the Nine Nether Land and the World of Eight Cultivators, he seemed to be much more indifferent.
"A thousand years of love has already been expressed in one sword."
Lord Zi Ningjun sighed.
"He's a swordsman after all."
Usually, Lord Zi Ningjun didn't speak much, but this matter resonated with her and made her speak.
While they were talking, Ouyang Juejue walked over quietly and said with a smile, "Three Elders, I have something to discuss with the Third Young Master Shen. I wonder if it's convenient now?"
He could be considered to be able to swallow his pride. When Shen Zhenyi displayed the strength of a Sixth Level True God that surpassed Moonless Raiment, he immediately swallowed his pride and addressed himself as Yours Truly.
Cynanchum Chinense and the others had been by Shen Zhenyi's side for a long time, so they were used to it and didn't care much about it.
"Wait for a while. Master is currently paying respects to the City Lord. When he's done, he'll naturally call you." Princess Long was relatively gentle. Even if King City had wronged the Abandoned Sword Villa first, for the sake of Moonless Raiment, she still spoke to Ouyang Jue with a bit of hypocrisy.
"Yes, yes, there's no hurry."
Ouyang Jue's face was full of smiles. He didn't have the usual dignity of the Grand Elder.
"Invite Elder Ouyang over."
Shen Zhenyi stood in front of the tombstone and spoke indifferently. Ouyang Jue walked over and bowed. "Ouyang Jue greets the Third Young Master Shen."
Previously, he was able to put on airs in front of Shen Zhenyi because he was the Grand Elder with the most seniority. Even if the Abandoned Sword Villa wasn't weak, he couldn't put on airs.
But now, it was completely different.
A Sixth Level True God was a top-notch expert outside of Xuantian City. Their status was completely different.
This was the Seven Wounds World.
Or rather, this was the rule of this world. If one's cultivation was just one level apart, one could almost be considered to be from a different world.
If the difference was more than three levels, one wouldn't even have the chance to see them from afar.
This was a world where power manifested itself. There was a deep-rooted difference in class.
Ouyang Jue could previously flaunt his seniority in front of Shen Zhenyi, but now, he could only call himself a junior.
The words "greet" expressed his current helplessness.
Shen Zhenyi looked at him indifferently. "I'll have to trouble you to take care of the City Lord's funeral. It's been hard on you."
The Moonless Raiment reversed the Moonless Divine Light and pushed her own Divine Light to the limit. She had already far exceeded her lifespan. In the end, she turned into light and passed away. In fact, there wasn't much to take care of.
However, she was still the City Lord of Overlord City for thousands of years. After her death, everything would be taken care of by Ouyang Jue.
"The City Lord's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. Without the City Lord, there would be no Ouyang Jue. Whatever I do is what I should do."
Ouyang Jue was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
For hundreds of years, he was able to stand tall in Overlord City. It wasn't because of how outstanding his talent was or how strong his strength was. In the end, it was because of the City Lord's favor.
Actually, it wasn't necessarily the City Lord's favor. After thinking about it carefully, he just happened to appear by the City Lord's side, and the City Lord randomly chose such a person to be the spokesperson.
But even so, he was still very grateful.
Now that the City Lord had passed away, Ouyang Jue's heart was filled with sorrow. In fact, he also had some hatred for Shen Zhenyi, but he didn't dare to show it.
"Okay."
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about what he was thinking.
"I'll be heading to Xuantian City in a few days. The Abandoned Sword Villa is in Overlord City. I'll have to ask the Great Elder to take care of me."
He was calm and collected, and only casually said a few words.
Ouyang Jue was taken aback and repeatedly said, "Of course, but … The Third Prince is leaving now? Isn't the agreement with Xuantian City half a year later? "
The big shot of Xuantian City didn't force him too much. Shen Zhenyi clearly still had time, so why was he in a hurry to go to Xuantian City?
"There's nothing else."
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly.
The Moonless Raiment turned into light and left. The people of the Abandoned Sword Villa also settled down. Shen Shou and the others were in charge of Overlord City. The people of the World of Eight Cultivators were slowly moving in, so he didn't have to worry too much.
Since that was the case, he might as well speed up and head to Xuantian City first. As long as he settled some trivial matters, he could set off.
Ouyang Jue's heart tightened. He came with a purpose today. He wanted to get close to Shen Tian first before throwing out the bait. He didn't expect that Shen Zhenyi would have the intention to abandon Overlord City. At this time, he didn't have time to beat around the bush. He bitterly smiled and said, "Third Young Master Shen, listen to me first."
"Overlord City established itself in the Southern Mountain Range because of the prestige of Moonless City Lord. Now, she and The Third Prince were killed by a sword and turned into light. Overlord City has lost its backbone and is now in a precarious situation. I'm here to ask The Third Prince to take pity on me and accept the position of Overlord City Lord. "
He paused for a moment and stole a glance at Shen Zhenyi. Seeing that there was no displeasure on his face, he continued, "If The Third Prince becomes the Overlord City Lord, the people of Xuantian City won't be able to easily deal with Young Master. I can also help to mediate …"
Ouyang Jue was also an outstanding person. Although he was unwilling to accept it emotionally, in this world, the strong were respected. Not to mention that the Moonless Raiment didn't die in Shen Zhenyi's hands, even if Shen Zhenyi was really an evil person and came to kill the Overlord City Lord, as long as he was willing, Ouyang Jue would still let him inherit the position of Overlord City Lord.
… There was no other reason. In this post-apocalyptic world, strength was glory, and failure was evil. Only the strong could survive.
… Or it could be said that only those who followed the strong could survive.
Ouyang Jue was very clear about this point.
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