After all the cultivators left, Ye Futian looked in one direction, in the direction where Xi Chiyao was.
He naturally knew who had bought him time at the last moment of the previous battle. If Xi Chiyao and the West Emperor had not become one, he would not have been able to hold on until the tribulation.
In the distance, "Xi Chiyao" turned her eyes and looked at him as well.
At this moment, Ye Futian clearly sensed that Xi Chiyao's temperament was undergoing some changes. Her eyes did not have the previous arrogance, as if she had returned to the past, with a bright and brilliant smile.
"You're back?" Ye Futian looked at Xi Chiyao and whispered.
"I came to say goodbye." Xi Chiyao smiled brightly, as if she did not care at all that she was about to leave. The West Emperor had let her lead the will and let her come back to say goodbye.
Ye Futian bowed his head slightly, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. He and Xi Chiyao first met in a great battle. At that time, he had only come into contact with the Ancient God Clan. In that battle, Xi Chiyao did not defeat him, so she became curious about him. Later, the two forces became allies, and Xi Chiyao was a confidante, although they talked about cooperation and cultivation.
However, in this extremely critical battle, when he was desperate, it was Xi Chiyao who sacrificed herself to save him.
"Is there no chance?" Ye Futian asked.
"If you say so, the ancestors won't even give me a chance to say goodbye," Xi Chiyao said with a smile. There was still a bright smile in her beautiful eyes. Between her and the West Emperor, there could only be one, and she had already made a choice, so naturally, she gave way to the West Emperor.
"Don't be sad. Since I conformed to the will of the ancestors, my fate was already predetermined. It's just that today's events have brought it forward." Xi Chiyao said carelessly, "To be able to play a role in such a critical battle is already not a loss."
"What's more, I saved the future Great Emperor, a person who will one day rule the Seven Realms. Isn't it worth it?" Xi Chiyao kept talking. Ye Futian had countless thoughts in his mind, but he did not know where to start, only deep sadness.
So what if the future Great Emperor ruled the Seven Realms? But she could no longer see it. What was lost would never come back.
"I am one with the ancestor and have not completely disappeared. I will continue to watch you move forward," Xi Chiyao said.
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded and smiled. He did not want her to be too sad when he said goodbye.
"That day will come. You have to wait. When the time comes, you might have the chance to come back and visit," Ye Futian said.
"It's a deal." Xi Chiyao said, "Alright, I'm leaving. See you in the future."
"See you in the future." Ye Futian nodded solemnly. Then, Xi Chiyao's temperament gradually changed, and soon she became someone else.
He knew that Xi Chiyao had left. From now on, there would be no Goddess of the West Imperial Palace in this world, only the West Deity.
"She left," the West Deity said.
Ye Futian already knew. He looked at West Deity, bowed, and said, "Thank you for saving me, Senior."
"This is her choice and her final will. You don't have to thank me." Of all the people, the West Emperor probably knew Xi Chiyao the best. He had felt her thoughts and understood her will.
"In any case, it was Senior who did it," Ye Futian said. West Deity replaced Xi Chiyao, but could he blame her? She saved him. This was Xi Chiyao's choice, Xi Chiyao's final will.
However, why did she do this and choose to sacrifice herself?
Ye Futian's figure descended, and many eyes fell on him. Many cultivators of Ye Imperial Palace were seriously injured. Fortunately, the target of the five Great Emperors was Ye Futian. They did not care about the others and did not start a killing spree. Otherwise, it would have been very tragic.
They all looked at Ye Futian. This time, he was saved from the brink of death. Ye Futian broke the shackles. Although it was a happy event, none of them could be happy. This time, they suffered a disaster. In the outside world, countless cultivators had fallen, all turned into dust under the hands of the five Great Emperors.
"Go back to Ye Imperial Palace and heal," Ye Futian said.
"Yes, Palace Lord." Everyone bowed and responded. Then, Ye Futian's figure disappeared and left the place alone. All the cultivators could feel Ye Futian's self-blame and sadness, but no one would blame Ye Futian.
What could Ye Futian do when five former Great Emperors came to kill him? At the last moment, he still wanted to take the five Great Emperors away from Ye Imperial Palace. He had already done everything he could.
Moreover, before Ye Futian broke the shackles, he almost died. No one knew what he had experienced, but it must not be as simple as it seemed.
Ye Futian returned to his cultivation court. He looked up at the shattered Ye Imperial Palace. Even the sky above the ruins had been pierced through, and there were cracks everywhere. This Ye Imperial Palace was built by Xi Chiyao, and it took her a lot of effort. Seeing the scene in front of him, his sadness grew even stronger.
He turned and came to the mountain wall, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Compared to feeling sad, he had more important things to do.
Cultivation, revenge.
He needed to first feel what his current Plane was like.
The cultivators of Ye Imperial Palace also returned, one after another, to their own palaces to cultivate and recover from their injuries.
Hua Jieyu floated above Ye Imperial Palace. She glanced at where Ye Futian was, but did not go over to disturb him. Instead, she looked in another direction and said, "Celestial Lord."
"Madam." Celestial Lord Chen came up and bowed slightly.
"Celestial Lord, please arrange for the repair of Ye Imperial Palace," Hua Jieyu said.
"Alright." Celestial Lord Chen nodded.
"Lord Mu." Hua Jieyu looked at Wooden Taoist, who had also come over and was waiting for orders.
"Lord Mu, please take out all the elixirs from the Alchemy Pavilion, especially the healing elixirs, and distribute them to the injured. Also, treat the injured," Hua Jieyu said.
"Yes, Madam." Wooden Taoist bowed and left.
"Masteress, is there anything you need us to do?" Fang Cun and the others came over and asked Hua Jieyu.
"Yes." Hua Jieyu nodded. She looked in another direction and saw a beautiful figure.
However, Hua Jieyu did not call for her. Instead, she walked towards her. The woman also noticed Hua Jieyu and looked in her direction.
"Qingyuan." Hua Jieyu came to Xia Qingyuan.
"Yes," Xia Qingyuan answered.
"You specialize in the Will of Life. This time, the five Ancient God Clans came and slaughtered outside. There must be many injured. Let's go out and take a look," Hua Jieyu said.
"Alright," Xia Qingyuan replied and nodded lightly.
"Fang Cun, Little Ling, you guys come with us," Hua Jieyu ordered.
"Yes, Masteress." They nodded.
"I'll go too." Hua Qingqing walked over. Hua Jieyu naturally would not refuse. The group walked out.
Blind Tie, Old Ma, Chen Yi, and the others followed behind. Although the five Ancient God Clans had retreated, they were still frightened and did not dare to let their guard down.
At the same time, outside Ye Imperial Palace, Yu Sheng also ordered the cultivators of the Devil World to guard the outer perimeter of the area. He also stood guard in the air above Ye Imperial Palace.
Ye Qingyao came to Ye Imperial Palace and looked in Ye Futian's direction.
There was another person there. Ling Long was quietly guarding not far away, but she did not disturb Ye Futian.
In the cultivation court, Ye Futian cultivated quietly by himself. He seemed a little lonely!
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