The Federation of the Milky Way was under the control of Zhao Layue and Qing 'er, and the Great Grandmaster of Aoyama had passed away. They were no longer a threat.
The agreement between the Snow Girl and Jing Jiu had come to an end. What should they do next?
The catastrophe brought by the Sea of Dark Matter would happen hundreds of years later, but she was here.
Would she become the greatest threat to the humans?
Zhao Layue said to Tong Yan, "If it weren't for the sake of the Snow Girl's life, we wouldn't be here."
If Jing Jiu wanted the Snow Girl dead, he could have stayed on Mars and waited for the Sword Formation of the Solar System to collapse and the fleet of the Federation of the Milky Way to arrive. There was no need for him to take the risk of coming to the ancestral planet and ending up in such a state.
Tong Yan said expressionlessly, "The situation has changed. It's the best opportunity to kill the Snow Girl."
"I don't think so," said Peng Lang.
Tong Yan fell silent for a while before saying, "It's just a joke; why do you take it so seriously?"
It was rare for Jing Jiu to make such a witty remark. Everybody knew that it was because he had seen through Peng Lang's attitude and realized that he had to pay a higher price to kill the Snow Girl; but it was also evident that he was quite relaxed.
The Great Grandmaster was dead, and the world was safe.
Jing Jiu was the only one facing the danger of death.
Everybody fixed their gazes on Jing Jiu again.
Jing Jiu lifted the blanket off his body slowly.
His movement was slow and clumsy, as if he didn't know how to raise his arm and spread his fingers.
It was the same as when he walked out of the mountain through the waterfall and came to the shore to chop firewood many years ago.
Jing Jiu shot a glance at Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui understood what Jing Jiu meant. He took out the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner as quickly as he could and covered Jing Jiu's body with it.
The Ten-Thousand Soul Banner was badly damaged by the sword wills of Shen Aoyama and covered Jing Jiu's body with it.
It was a terrible and hideous scene.
Countless gloomy soul fires left the banner and sank into Jing Jiu's body.
Jing Jiu felt a bit better now.
Zhao Layue tore off a section of her sleeve and wet it with some water from the air. She began to carefully wipe the blood stains off his face.
Jing Jiu said, "Let Qing'er go."
Zhao Layue uttered "hmm".
The Green Girl flew out. Seeing Jing Jiu's appearance, she couldn't help but be startled.
Before she could ask anything, she heard Zhao Layue's words.
"Go to the sun and tell Ah Da that everything is fine here. Come back."
Qing 'er couldn't help but look at Jing Jiu again. She flapped her transparent wings and flew into the sky.
After a few moments, she turned into a Blue Bird and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The Solar System Sword Formation was about to be completely destroyed. There was no sword will in space, so she could fly to the Sun very quickly.
"The collapse of the sword formation has ended."
Zhao Layue calculated the time and said to Jing Jiu, "The fleet should be here soon."
Jing Jiu said nothing.
Looking at this scene, everyone was at a loss of what to do.
His body was like a house full of holes. He could only let the cold wind pass through.
The child-like spirit was like a lamp in the house, holding on in the cold wind.
Now the house could collapse at any time, and the lamp oil was running out. How could they keep the flame alive?
"Let's make a hot pot." Jing Jiu suddenly said, "Since we still have to wait for a while."
Zhuo Rusui said in surprise, "I didn't know that you liked to eat hot pot before. Did your temperament change after ascending? No … even if you want to eat, how can you eat now? Whatever you eat will come out of your stomach … "
Zhao Layue glared at him.
Jing Jiu said, "I want to see you eat."
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Regardless of whether it was the last meal before his death, or he really just wanted to watch, since he had made the request, his disciples could only do it. And they had to do it beautifully.
Zhuo Rusui moved a table and a chair out of the manor cave. He also got some seasonings and food ingredients from somewhere.
Liu Shisui went to the forest in the depth of the island and picked some fresh mushrooms and vegetables.
Ensheng stood by the seaside, lost in thought.
Shen Yunmai stood by the pond, thinking about his father.
Hua Xi sat on the small stool and started to fish expressionlessly.
Zhao Layue was talking to Jing Jiu in a low voice by the wheelchair, but her spiritual awareness was fixed on Zhao Layue the whole time.
It didn't take long for everything to be prepared to be prepared.
Liu Shisui snapped his fingers, and a devil flame gathered at the bottom of the pot, giving off a steady stream of heat.
Zhuo Rusui cut the coconut into pieces and boiled it with clean water. Then he added the coconut juice. Gradually, a sweet and fragrant aroma came out.
Seeing that Hua Xi had caught a few fish, Zhao Layue said, "I'll ask her for some."
Thinking of the scene where the heads of Shen Aoyama and Shen Yunmai were floating in the pond, the group shook their heads.
Zhao Layue said, "Do you want to boil the mushrooms in clean water? It won't look good. "
This hotpot was not meant to be eaten, but to be seen. Therefore, it was important to look good.
Peng Lang flew out of the ocean along with a few sword lights, carrying a large number of lobsters and crabs in his hands.
Zhuo Rusui said hastily, as if he had just been granted amnesty, "The coconut seafood hotpot looks very refreshing. He will definitely like it."
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As soon as the soup in the pot started to boil, the clouds in the sky started to boil as well.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship broke through the clouds and landed, bringing a strong wind and restlessness to the surface of the planet that had just calmed down.
The battleship didn't land on the surface of the ocean. A dozen green lights flashed by, and some people appeared on the beach.
They were the Fairy Men who had been brought here from Mars by the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The Fairy Sword Ensheng went up to meet them. He joined the Godly Taskmaster and the others, and started narrating everything that had happened here.
Que Niang and the others naturally went to the hotpot table. When they saw Jing Jiu's current appearance, they cried out in surprise.
The Godly Taskmaster and the other Fairy Men of the previous generations confirmed the death of their First Master, feeling extremely shocked and sad.
The seaside was as quiet as a tomb. The surprised cries and chatter around the hotpot table were a bit ear-piercing.
The Fairy Man in black looked in that direction, and asked expressionlessly, "Are they celebrating?"
"What is there to celebrate for them?" Ensheng said sentimentally while looking in that direction.
Que Niang and the others were surrounding the wheelchair.
There was a deep wound starting from the corner of Jing Jiu's left eye, passing through his face and neck, and continuing downwards.
His once flawless face looked a bit terrifying now.
He looked like a dead man covered with the tattered Ten-Thousand Soul Banner.
Yes, what can we celebrate?
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"I'm not dead yet. Don't cry for me," Jing Jiu said impatiently, "Go and eat your food."
Zhao Layue didn't eat anything, but just looked at him.
Tong Yan didn't do anything, nor did she intend to eat anything. She sat under a coconut tree and rested.
Que Niang and the others didn't dare to disobey. They picked up their bowls and chopsticks, and the table became crowded.
Over the last several hundred years, Su Ziye had always considered himself a direct descendant of the Shenmo Peak. He called Zhao Layue "Young Lady" whenever he saw her. He had enjoyed a few hotpot meals in the Shenmo Peak and joined in the crowd. But he would glance at Jing Jiu from time to time, thinking that the Ten-Thousand Soul Banner couldn't be taken away even if it hadn't been destroyed, and the Young Lady would have it buried with Jing Jiu.
The soup in the pot boiled incessantly, giving rise to a mist that dissipated before it could enter the clouds.
The disciples kept on eating the dishes cooked by Liu Shisui with the chopsticks in their hands. Apart from the fact that they didn't talk much and the atmosphere wasn't very lively, the scene was similar to the hotpot meals in the Shenmo Peak.
Those immortals of the previous generations didn't know that the hotpot meals in the Shenmo Peak were usually not to celebrate a significant achievement, but rather a habitual action before a significant achievement, such as the civil strife in Aoyama, Jing Jiu's ascension, or his imminent death.
As they were eating, they suddenly found another person had joined them.
It was unclear when Hua Xi had squeezed into the crowd. She sat on a chair and picked up some food with her chopsticks silently.
"Shen Aoyama has just died; how can you eat that much?"
Su Ziye exclaimed in surprise, "And everybody else is standing; why are you sitting here?"
Hua Xi didn't pay any attention to him. She kept on putting food into her mouth.
She was a regular person at the moment, and she almost choked when she was eating too fast.
A pair of chopsticks reached over from the side, preventing her from picking up the food with her chopsticks. At the same time, a mild voice rang out.
"Slow down, slow down."
The Immortal Tan came to the table with the bowls and chopsticks in his hands.
The crowd was astonished, wondering when he had come here.
Tong Yan stood up under the coconut tree and bowed to the Immortal Tan earnestly.
The Immortal Tan waved his chopsticks to indicate that he didn't need to come over, and sat on a chair brought over by Liu Shisui.
He was qualified to sit in the first seat, regardless of his status or his status as the person who had contributed a great deal to the competition.
After having a few mouthfuls of the lobster meat, the Immortal Tan looked at Jing Jiu in the wheelchair and sighed.
Then, he ate some vegetables, and couldn't help but sigh again.
It was evident that he couldn't do anything about Jing Jiu's current situation.
The hotpot was still boiling, and the atmosphere was still depressing. Zhuo Rusui couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and yelled at the robot not far away, "You're a disciple of Aoyama; do you want to eat some of the hotpot?"
"No," said Shen Yunmai.
Zhuo Rusui said, "I'm sorry for your loss. Everyone has to eat."
"My father has just died, and you people want to eat hotpot. I don't mind it, because it's considered a courtesy to eat at the grave."
Shen Yunmai swore, "But can I fucking eat anything?"
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"I don't want to see it," said Jing Jiu.
Everyone's chopsticks stopped and looked at him.
Jing Jiu said to Hua Xi, "He said I should see something."
This was what Shen Aoyama said before his death.
After a moment of silence, Hua Xi said, "In fact, there's nothing worth seeing; but you can see it if you want."
Jing Jiu said, "I think it should be on the Ancestral Planet. I can't go back to the Main Planet if I have to. "
Even the fastest battleship couldn't fly from the Ancestral Planet to the Main Planet in nine days.
His spiritual soul might be able to do it, but it was more likely that it would dissipate in the universe.
"I've placed one on every planet, so you can see him everywhere."
Hua Xi put down her chopsticks and walked toward the manor cave.
Zhao Layue followed her in the wheelchair.
Many people guessed that the thing Hua Xi took Jing Jiu to see must have something to do with deities. They were curious, but they didn't dare to follow her.
Zhuo Rusui kicked Liu Shisui and said, "Why don't you follow them and have a look? Come back and tell us! "
Liu Shisui responded and hurried to follow them.
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Two pairs of hands pushed the wheelchair into the manor cave and followed Hua Xi to a quiet room.
The door of the quiet room was closed silently. The ground began to sink faster and faster.
When the sinking stopped, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui figured out at the same time that they had reached a depth of one thousand meters under the ground.
The door of the quiet room was opened. They walked into the spacious cave.
The dome and the four walls were made of stones, and there was no sign of human activity.
A black box was placed among the stones on the ground.
Hua Xi walked over and kicked the box rudely.
Countless rays of light shot out from the box. The rays of light moved, intertwined, and merged. At last, a three-dimensional image appeared. It was very lifelike, as if it were a living person.
It was a young man wearing a military uniform from an unknown era.
His appearance was very ordinary. His eyes were small, with single eyelids. His eyebrows were very straight, and the ends of his eyebrows were slightly tilted like flying daggers.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were a little surprised. Was this a deity?
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