Silence, a soundless silence!
The entire Fifth Manor fell into silence. Only Yuan Ling's body was unconsciously trembling.
"Daoist Brother, he is right, we …" Land Ya smiled sadly, unable to continue his words.
"I lost!"
Yuan Ling slowly raised his head, as if he had aged in an instant. A self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze towards Ye Xuan gradually calmed down.
"I didn't lose to you, I lost to myself." Yuan Ling smiled bleakly. All of his ambitions dissipated at this moment, and his eyes were filled with confusion towards the future.
Just as Ye Xuan said, he was too good at scheming and had completely walked on a fork in the road. He had forgotten that only strength was eternal, and he did not have the courage to face death.
On the road to becoming the Saint of All Saints, there were too many bumps and tribulations, and it was also filled with the danger of death. It was a pity that he did not even have the courage to face it. In the end, he would only be a skeleton under the feet of others.
"Ye Xuan, kill me."
Yuan Ling calmly said, putting down all of his grievances and all of his ambitions. He silently looked at Ye Xuan in front of him, and there was only a hint of relief in his eyes.
"I really want to kill you, but someone told me that if I kill you, I will regret it in the future. I believe this person's words, so I won't kill you." Ye Xuan calmly said.
"Disciple, regardless of whether you recognize me as your master or not, I, Yuan Ling, have always regarded you as my disciple in my heart. You are also my greatest pride."
"I don't have great willpower, nor great wisdom, and I don't have the courage to face calamities. My life can be said to be a failure, but my greatest success is to cultivate you, to cultivate a Saint of All Saints, to cultivate a disciple who may be able to surpass the Undying God Lord."
"Hahaha."
Yuan Ling laughed wildly. As he laughed, tears flowed out of his eyes. These were tears of joy, tears of pride, and even more so, tears of relief.
"So what if I become the Saint of All Saints? So what if I can return to the Chaotic World? In the end, I can only submit to others."
"However, it doesn't matter. Even though I am a mediocre person, I have a good disciple who dares to compete against the strongest in the world. He can take one step at a time and become the brightest star in the universe."
Yuan Ling was laughing wildly. His face was already covered in tears. He finally woke up today and knew what he wanted.
Yuan Ling was just one of the 3,000 Chaos Demon Gods. Yuan Ling was just a pawn of the Immortal God Lord. He was just mediocre in the Chaotic World.
But so what?
He cultivated a good disciple. His disciple would climb to the top step by step. His disciple would take one step at a time and step into the Nine Heavens. Sooner or later, he would become the strongest in the universe.
A long time later, when everyone looked up to Ye Xuan, his name, Yuan Ling, would be recorded in the history of all heavens forever. Because he was the master of Ye Xuan, and this honor was unprecedented. This was the greatest pride in his life.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Yuan Ling waved his hand and a starlight compass appeared. He solemnly handed the starlight compass to Ye Xuan, with a solemn look on his face.
"Disciple, I can't give you anything more. This chaotic compass is my last treasure. It marks the area of the Chaotic World, so you won't get lost in the Chaotic World. Now I'll give it to you." Yuan Ling said softly.
Looking at the starlight compass in Yuan Ling's hand, Ye Xuan's expression was a little complicated. The two had been entangled for more than three million years, and now they had finally resolved all the grievances.
Ye Xuan's eyes were a little erratic. His memories were surging, as if bringing him back to the distant past.
That year, Ye Xuan was only fourteen years old. He was terminally ill and his life had come to a dead end. He just wanted to die alone in the deep mountains and forests.
"What's your name?"
That year, Yuan Ling appeared in front of him.
"Ye Xuan, Ye as in Zhuye, Xuan as in Xuanyuan."
"Are you willing to worship me as your master?" Yuan Ling asked.
"I'm willing." Ye Xuan said.
"Well, from today on, you are my disciple, Yuan Ling. You will get a new life from now on."
That year, in the Heartbroken Mountain, Yuan Ling took Ye Xuan, who was still a teenager, step by step into the bloody sea battlefield, and started the legendary life of Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan was in a trance and filled with emotion. Even though this memory had gone through more than three million years, it had never been forgotten by him.
"Without you, there would be no me. No matter how much resentment there was between you and me, you are still my master. This has never changed." Ye Xuan solemnly bowed to Yuan Ling.
"Hahaha."
Yuan Ling was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. Tears kept falling from his eyes because Ye Xuan could call him master. This was his greatest gratification and pride. Everything else was no longer important.
What Saint of All Saints? What Immortal Scripture? All of these were no longer important to Yuan Ling.
At this moment, he pinned all his hopes on Ye Xuan, because he would be proud of Ye Xuan, and this was enough.
"Go, my disciple. You have to rely on yourself in the future. I have been wrong for more than three million years, and I will not continue to be wrong in the future. On the day you become the Saint of All Saints, I will give you the last big gift." Yuan Ling's eyes were firm, as if he had decided on something important at this moment.
"The resentment of the past is written off. If you are willing, I will take you home in the future."
Ye Xuan suddenly turned around and walked out of the Fifth Manor with large strides. His entire body also disappeared from the eyes of the Origin Spirit.
"Go home?"
Yuan Ling whispered in a daze, and a touch of gentleness flashed across his eyes.
"Brother, are you really going to give that thing to him?" Land Ya frowned.
"Land Ya, you and I have known each other for countless years. We can be said to be brothers. Today, I have woken up from my dream. This thing is useless to me. Only in the hands of my disciple can it help him pass through the Nine Tribulations of the Heavenly Dao." Yuan Ling said softly.
"But … but this is the treasure to pass through the Eight Tribulations of the Heavenly Dao. If you give it to him … then won't you …?" Land Ya said in a trembling voice.
"So what if I pass through it?"
Yuan Ling laughed at himself. He looked at the direction where Ye Xuan disappeared and muttered, "I am just a mediocre person after all. I can't pass through the Nine Tribulations of the Heavenly Dao. I put all my hopes on him, and this is enough."
"Daoist Brother, you've taken in a good disciple!" Daoist Lu Ya sighed and finally stopped questioning Yuan Ling's decision.
"Yes, I have indeed taken in a good disciple. I did not expect that the disciple that I have been scheming against would be the most successful thing that I have done in my life. I will also be proud of him." Yuan Ling smiled gently.
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