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A staggering figure walked through the void.
It was only then that Yang Jian noticed that the River of True Spirit flowing below the figure was very dim. There were only a few tiny streams.
Yang Jian had seen such a situation in the River of True Spirit before. When the Primordial Lord of Heaven brought him to roam the River of True Spirit, the River of True Spirit had been cut off several times. For example, the Grand Essence Realm had been shrouded in darkness, and the River of True Spirit had also fallen into darkness.
Such a situation would occur when the River of True Spirit returned to 'normal'.
However, it seemed that only a large part of the True Spirit had suddenly been obliterated. It had not completely disappeared.
Yang Jian looked back, but he couldn't see any majestic world. He then turned his head to look behind the staggering figure, but all he saw was endless darkness.
What did this mean?
Yang Jian did not know. He could only wait for the person to walk in front of him. When that time came, he would have an answer.
However, the other person walked slower and slower. The more he walked, the more he stumbled. He looked up and saw Yang Jian with his lifeless, numb eyes. His footsteps slowed even more.
The two seemed to be very far apart, but the other person walked step by step. He seemed to be under an inexplicable pressure with every step.
Without any warning, a group of blurry black shadows appeared around the man. The man suddenly launched an attack, waving his broken weapon continuously. The black shadows were cut apart, but his body was covered in wounds.
He looked even more wretched, but he walked even more resolutely.
Under his feet was the River of True Spirit, which could be cut off at any time. He seemed to be watching something, waiting for something, moving forward with the passage of time.
The black shadows appeared again. This time, there were more of them, and they were stronger. They trapped him for a long time, beating him several times, and he was on the verge of collapsing …
Yang Jian could not help but take a step forward. However, he did not know when an invisible barrier had appeared in front of him.
He could only watch from the side. He could not interfere with what had happened.
What he saw now might just be a broken mark left in the River of True Spirit …
He walked forward step by step.
More and more battles, more and more scars. In contrast, the River of True Spirit under his feet was growing stronger and stronger.
Yang Jian could only watch from afar. He didn't know when he had forgotten to think, but he just watched quietly.
Finally, he arrived in front of Yang Jian.
It was as if he was climbing a tall mountain. Beneath his feet were countless corpses, but the True Spirit River had turned from a stream into a small river. It was as if True Spirits were endlessly flying out of the darkness and converging into it.
He climbed to the top and sat down tiredly. He sat not far from Yang Jian. It seemed that if the two of them reached out at the same time, they could touch each other with their fingertips.
"Are you my past?"
Yang Jian opened his mouth to ask, but there was no sound.
The man sitting at the top was about to run out of blood, his broken body was slowly disintegrating.
He didn't answer. He just looked forward.
Following his gaze, Yang Jian turned his head and looked over. What he saw was the increasingly vast River of True Spirit, and what he saw was the surging waves.
The man sitting on the mountain of corpses smiled and sighed softly in the end.
Behind him, many twisted black shadows appeared and surged towards him again. However, this time, he just waved the blade in his hand casually, and the black shadows behind him all crumbled.
"It's time to end."
He murmured softly as if he was cursing something. Those were the words that came to Yang Jian's mind.
There was no intonation, no emotion. Yang Jian only 'knew'. Those were the words he said at the time.
The River of True Spirit suddenly trembled. A drop of water flew up and turned into a blurry white shadow, floating to the side of the dying Overlord.
She hugged him, as if she was quietly feeling something.
"Go forward. You don't have to die with me."
"I want."
"But I can't."
He suddenly stabbed the white shadow with the blade. The white shadow's body trembled slightly, still trying to hug him, but it turned into white light and slowly disappeared.
A True Spirit fell back into the River of True Spirit, drifting with the current and gradually going away.
With another soft sigh, he slowly closed his eyes. The broken saber in his hand turned into ashes and floated down. His body surged with a fiery red light. This light gradually became denser and denser. It turned into a 'volcano' of unknown size, lying in front of Yang Jian.
Saint's Tomb.
Right above the 'volcano', a spiritual cloud slowly appeared, followed by endless spiritual clouds that covered the existence of the volcano.
That must have been his dream after he had fallen asleep.
Yang Jian looked at it quietly. For some reason, he felt a little sour in his nose.
He had been alone all along the way, hadn't he?
Those black shadows appeared again. They seemed to be venting their anger on the volcano and rushed towards his body sitting quietly on the mountain of corpses.
In the spiritual cloud, an unusually dazzling starlight flashed like a meteor. It flew out, penetrated layers of barriers, and landed on the corpse he left behind.
Yang Jian seemed to still remember the fear of the black shadows. It was so ridiculous.
The lifeless corpse stood up again, attracting the endless spiritual clouds above Saint's Tomb. Stars fell one by one and turned into dazzling battle armor, wearing the lifeless corpse.
He waved his blade and swept countless black shadows into the starlight. Another battle ensued.
Yang Jian could only watch from outside the barrier, watching the battle that should have been shocking but was now colorless.
Yang Jian could only see his corpse, and his somewhat powerless yet determined movements ….
Finally, all the black shadows were scattered. The corpse wrapped in starlight slowly knelt on the higher and wider corpse mountain with a long sword that no one knew when it had picked up.
The starlight said softly …
"How can I let you chase … She's in front, and they're all in front."
The starlight began to dissipate, and the corpse kept floating like ashes.
He looked up and seemed to meet Yang Jian's eyes, but he did not say anything.
The scene gradually dissipated, and a green light the size of a grain of rice slowly flew over, landed on Yang Jian's chest, and slowly melted into it.
"Thank you."
A strong but indescribable emotion suddenly erupted in his body. Yang Jian could not tell what it was, but his legs gave way and he knelt down.
In the bier, two illusory figures faced each other.
One was Yang Jian, Yang Jian's eyes were red; the other was the figure with disheveled hair, his eyes were filled with peace and endless nostalgia.
"Are you me?" Yang Jian asked.
He answered with a smile, "Is it important whether I am or not?"
"It's very important. I want to know if I really existed, if I really exist."
"You already have the answer."
"Who is she? You sent her forward. Who is she? "
"Don't look for her. There are too many things to worry about, and there are too many things to protect. Aren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired."
"You still can't change your hypocritical personality. I'm just an incomplete mark. I don't remember her appearance."
Yang Jian felt lost. A strong bitterness surfaced in his heart.
The figure slowly walked over and took two steps in front of Yang Jian. It turned into a strand of long hair and slowly landed behind Yang Jian's ear before disappearing.
At the same time, Yang Jian's spirit platform, profound entrances, blood vessels, bones, and 81 Dark Pearls exploded out with an exceedingly ancient, exceedingly deep, yet ethereal to the point of being utterly unable to be understood by the Dao of the current world!
In various parts of the Chaos Sea, weak starlight ignored the universe and time. It appeared everywhere in the Xuandu City and gathered towards Yang Jian.
The array formation of the Xuandu City blocked all the phenomena, but the city turned into a resplendent sea of stars in a short period of time.
In Yang Jian's body, it was as if an illusory door had been pushed open. An inexplicable power that was extremely pure and even purer than the Xuanqi in his body flowed over.
Yang Jian's mystic body suddenly strengthened. The mystic blood and mystic skeleton erupted with a dazzling seven-colored light. However, after the seven-colored light, it turned bright red.
The starlight continued to gather, and Yang Jian's aura slowly rose …
At that moment, it had been an unknown period of time since Yang Jian had entered seclusion. Only the 1,800 disciples of the Wu people were there.
An inexplicable emotion circulated with the starlight. Many disciples of the Wu people stood up.
Finally, the starlight dissipated and the fog dissipated. Yang Jian was left kneeling beside the stone platform. He looked up at the array formation dome of the Xuandu City in a daze.
Gui Hong.
In the end, what returned was only a wisp of remnant will and a few marks.
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes. He did not comprehend the Dao or think much. He just closed his eyes and fell into a daze.
He really wanted to look for that white shadow …
He vaguely understood his origin, but he did not know how to face his origin.
An unknown period of time ago, which should be even more ancient than the Taishi era, an expert walked out of the darkness. He fought all the way as if he was escorting the True Spirit River forward.
Finally, he fell under the repeated attacks of the black shadows. His body turned out of the Saint's Tomb and released the spiritual cloud.
However, that should be his last resort.
There was a universe in the spiritual cloud. If Yang Jian's guess was right, that was where he came from …
Xuan Du mistakenly entered the spiritual cloud. When he left, he brought out Yang Jian, who should be the expert's incomplete True Spirit. That was because the spiritual cloud was nothingness. The only thing that Xuan Du could bring out was the True Spirit that was floating in it.
That was the muddle-headed Yang Jian who did not know his past.
After that, he lived another life in the Primordial Era and became a dying young man on a brick bed. That was the life that he knew …
After an unknown period of time, strong enemies gathered again and attacked the Saint's Tomb. They wanted to turn the expert's bones into ashes, but they were killed by the expert's corpse and the spiritual cloud.
Originally, if Xuan Du had not brought out the incomplete True Spirit in his dream wander, the expert would have been completely annihilated in the last battle.
He had already risked his spirit cloud, risked everything he had …
There was always a way out. Xuan Du's dream wander was the expert's last chance of survival.
At the end of the Great Returning Realm, Yang Jian returned to his original state. He accidentally and inevitably summoned the River of True Spirit. He allowed the river to surge and bring him upstream, to the endless darkness. He saw a figure stumbling out of the darkness.
Who was it in his past life?
Yang Jian did not know, did not understand, and did not want to find out. That was too long ago.
In his previous life, he said not to look for her. However, at the last moment of the Rejuvenation Realm, Yang Jian's True Spirit was completely complete. He returned with a strong attachment to the woman in white, a strong reluctance, and an endless debt.
How could he not look for her?
Even if he found her reincarnation and knelt in front of her and cried …
Boom!
The Xuandu City suddenly trembled, pulling the stunned Yang Jian out of his endless thoughts.
As soon as he thought about it, the situation in various parts of the Xuandu City appeared in his eyes. He saw the extremely huge Primordial Beast that covered the sky and sun, constantly attacking the seventh array of the Xuandu City.
Kun Peng!
Outside, there was a continuous killing. Countless beasts were besieged, and countless experts were attacking the array of the Xuandu City. Every time the giant beast collided, it would cause the Xuandu City to tremble violently.
Master Black Spirit and Kong Xuan kept attacking the Kun Peng beast. They were also the ones who delayed the frequency of the Kun Peng's attack on the array formation.
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was sitting cross-legged on the eighth city wall. His face was pale, and there was blood on his chest. His aura was trembling and unstable, and there was still the obvious aura of the Kun Peng on his body.
"Kun, Peng."
Yang Jian slowly took a deep breath. The surging emotions in his heart seemed to have found an outlet.
He held the dragon spear in his hand and dragged it behind Yang Jian. His figure soared into the sky.
A powerful aura ignored the obstruction of the two and three array formations and swept in all directions like a shockwave. The universe in various parts of the Xuandu City almost collapsed in an instant. The chains of various Dao laws broke one after another, revealing a deeper void!
"Die!"
With a roar, the spear pierced through the dust!
The experts who were constantly attacking the array formation outside and the endless living beings who were fighting outside the Xuandu City turned to look at the Xuandu City at the same time.
They could not see much. They only felt that a dazzling ball of light had appeared in the Xuandu City. The ball of light strangely appeared in front of the incomparably huge body of the Kun Peng and collided fiercely.
The world shook, and the Chaos boiled!
The Kun Peng's body, which was even larger than the Xuandu City, was actually sent flying. It forcefully swept away more than half of the battle. The Chaos living beings who were fighting with the puppets guarding the city had countless casualties!
The light slowly dissipated …
First, the long hair that was tied up fluttered without any wind. Then, it was a slender figure in a long robe. The tip of the spear was pointed diagonally, and his chest was heaving.
The coldness in his gaze made many living beings tremble in fear.
On the city wall, Great Daoist Master Xuan Du, who was recuperating, silently covered his forehead and sat there, sighing.
The figure that had suddenly appeared and sent the Kun Peng flying charged forward with his spear. In the blink of an eye, he flew across the endless universe and smashed the spear at the Kun Peng's head.
The Kun Peng's body suddenly shrank. It actually relied on that method to dodge the attack of the spear.
In the next moment, the Kun Peng's huge body stopped at ten thousand feet long. An unexpected scene appeared … The Kun Peng turned its head and flapped its wings.
Kun Peng turned around and flapped his wings. Strong gusts of wind rose as he tore apart the void and disappeared!
Not to mention the others, even Yang Jian was stunned. The dignified Demon Master had left so decisively that Yang Jian did not even have the chance to chase after him.
At this point, he could only look in the direction that the Kun Peng had fled in speechlessly. In the end, he growled and finally vented most of the frustration in his heart.
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