The surroundings were quiet and soundless, as if reverberating beside his ears was only his own intense heartbeat, the unknown fear of death, like the endless cold sea, drowned Wild Dog.
He involuntarily trembled …
Countless pairs of eyes stared at this figure, very pitiful and lonely, just that he surprisingly persevered, his trembling hands still clutching that Black Heart Token, still very, very tightly.
This look suddenly seemed somewhat familiar, as if many years ago, that stubborn and persevering young man, had an inexplicable perseverance.
The red light in his eyes slowly faded, his arms silently waved in the darkness, immediately the innumerable black attired men like tide, surged outwards, in a blink of an eye disappeared completely.
Wild Dog's panting slowly calmed down, he felt strange but was still afraid, he slowly opened a slit of his eyes, only to see this place, unknowingly since when, there were only two people left, including him.
The bloody stench that pervaded the air, also unknowingly disappeared.
That person, with his back facing him, stood in front of Forsaken Abyss, silently gazing down, as if in that world's deepest darkness, there were his past memories.
A breeze, gently blew over, the human's tiny body contrasted against this huge Forsaken Abyss, looked very fragile. Wild Dog suddenly had a thought, while there was no one now, he should push him down like this …
Once this thought appeared, it immediately lingered in his mind like a fire. It burned his entire body, and he couldn't help but want to try it. However, his mind was in a frenzy, but his body seemed to resist his will and remained motionless.
Until, that person turned around, looked at him.
Wild Dog only felt a basin of cold water pouring down from his head to the soles of his feet.
"Just now did you want to push me down from here?" he indifferently said, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
[Dang!]
The Black Heart Token slipped from Wild Dog's hand, dropped onto the ground. Wild Dog hurriedly picked it up, his face also turned pale but then he straightened his body, as if to boost his courage, loudly said, "If you want to kill then kill me, I, I am not afraid of you!"
This man who was addressed as' Ghost Li ', indifferently looked at him and said, "I will not kill you. If you die, Blood Forger Hall will really have no descendants, most likely Elder Blackheart will also die with remaining grievances. " He walked forward, passed by Wild Dog, and continued, "In the future, you will follow me!"
Wild Dog was stunned for a moment and then loudly said, "You brought people and almost annihilated our Blood Forger Hall and you still want me to follow you?"
Ghost Li ignored him, only walked forward but his voice was still clearly heard, "Your skills are too low and if it wasn't for me, Ghost King Sect would kill you first, even your fellow sect members who surrendered, like Nian Leader and the rest, seeing that you insist on joining Blood Forger Hall, wouldn't it seem that they are too shameless, they would also want to kill you."
Wild Dog was speechless, beads of perspiration formed on his forehead but he saw that person's figure gradually submerged into the darkness, walking further and further away, finally he stamped his feet and ran with quick steps to catch up, his mouth loudly said, "Humph, I am not afraid of death, but in order to revive Blood Forger Hall, I have to suffer myself …"
In the darkness, the sound of footsteps, one in front and one behind, walked in the Cave of Fangs. Suddenly, as if they thought of something, the person behind said: "Hey, Shaw Danon, why are you doing this to me......"
His voice suddenly vanished. In the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be a roar of a demonic beast, and a thick stench of blood immediately surrounded them. Wild Dog shuddered.
After a while, the stench slowly faded. The person in front, was silent for a long time in the darkness, then lightly said, "This name, I have already forgotten for many years."
Wild Dog let out a long sigh, but could not help but asked again, "Then what should I call you in the future?"
There was no answer, that person walked forward again. Wild Dog mumbled a few words, not sure if he was cursing, but he still followed.
In front of them, it was still endless darkness.
Mount Qing Yun.
This mystical and mysterious celestial mountain in the eyes of the common people, ten years later, it was still like a paradise on earth.
The destruction caused by the battle between the Righteous and Demonic Paths had already been repaired. However, it was unknown whether the wound left in the depths of his heart had also healed?
In the battle ten years ago, the head of Sun Rise Peak, Shang Zheng Liang, head of Sunset Peak, Taoist Tian Yun, unfortunately passed away. The head of Dragon Head Peak, Taoist Vasp Caelo, betrayed the sect. Except for Master Doyal Shen, half of the six heads were gone.
Now, the head positions of Sun Rise Peak and Sunset Peak were already taken over by the elders of the faction. Only Dragon Head Peak, because of Taoist Vasp Caelo, the second largest branch next to the main house, could not raise its head in Jadeon. After the internal election, unexpectedly, the head position was taken over by the younger generation Kevern.
And as if it was a trend, in Qing Yun sect various big factions, the opportunities for the younger generation was increasing, like Peak of the Wind Zeng ShuShu, Big Bamboo Valley Song Daren, Small Bamboo Valley WenMin, Lu XueQi, all of them were already doing more and more things for their teachers.
Even in the main house, these years, Master Doyal Shen also gradually did not care about the secular world, and let his favorite disciple Xiao YiCai handle the daily matters.
Back of Peak of Widows, Founders Ancestral Hall.
The gentle sunlight shone on the majestic hall, making it look solemn and mysterious. The hall still looked gloomy, those everlasting lanterns and the faint light from the joss sticks and candles, were still paying tribute to the souls of Jadeon's countless ancestors.
Lin JingYu in the empty space in front of Founders Ancestral Hall, alone, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The Dragon Slayer Sword, emitting dark green light, gently floated above his head, emitting a green halo that enveloped him. Under the sunlight, it flashed with mysterious light.
His face, no longer had the naivety from before, more perseverance and vicissitudes of life.
Behind him, deep in the shadows of Founders Ancestral Hall, two pairs of eyes, quietly staring at him. After a long while, a figure, slowly walked out.
It was that mysterious old man with a face full of wrinkles, he unhurriedly walked out of the shadows, sat down on the steps of Founders Ancestral Hall, his eyes stopped on Lin JingYu, after a long time, he indifferently said, "That's enough."
Dragon Slayer Sword's dark green light retracted, Lin JingYu breathed deeply, opened his eyes, stood up, turned his head and looked at the old man, revealing a smile, said, "Senior!"
The old man looked at his young face, a trace of a smile on his lips, said, "Your aptitude is really very good, and you are so hardworking, your advancement is far better than what I expected."
A look of gratitude flashed past Lin JingYu's face, he bowed deeply, quietly said, "Senior's great benevolence, disciple will never forget."
The old man gently waved his hand, turned and sighed, "In a blink, another ten years have passed. I have nothing more to teach you, and you have also accompanied me in this Founders Ancestral Hall for ten years, today you can go back. "
Lin JingYu's body shook, revealed a stunned look, that old man ignored him, only said, "What happened in Long Shou Valley, you know about it?"
Lin JingYu regained his senses, nodded and said, "Yes, a few days ago, QiHao senior brother came to visit me and told me some of it."
The old man nodded and said, "Today I heard that the new generation of outstanding disciples in Qing Yun sect, are all gathered at TongTian Peak, there might be something, just now the head also sent a message over, you should go too."
The corner of Lin JingYu's mouth twitched, looked at the old man, indistinctly had a reluctance to part. That old man smiled, a faint sadness seemed to appear on his face but immediately disappeared, waved his hand and said, "A great man, no need to make such an attitude, go!"
Lin JingYu inhaled deeply, bowed to the ground, said, "Senior, this ten years of teaching grace, towering like a mountain, disciple will never forget it, in the future I will definitely use what I have learned, to uphold justice and exterminate the evil, to repay the sect, and not let down my life's ambition!"
The old man smiled and nodded, said, "Alright, you can go."
Lin JingYu bowed again, looked at the surrounding scenery, finally abruptly turned, straightened his body, strode forward, left this Founders Ancestral Hall.
The sunlight shone on his back, as if it was dazzling.
The old man looked at his figure, lost in thought, not knowing when, behind him, another figure appeared.
"He has left." That figure indifferently said.
The old man's mouth twitched, slowly stood up, turned his head and looked at this person, this supreme sect head in Qing Yun sect.
"Many thanks." He suddenly said.
Reverend DaoXuan seemed to be slightly surprised, frowned and said, "What?"
The old man passed through his body, walked towards the Founders Ancestral Hall, said, "Many thanks for agreeing to let this young man accompany me for ten years."
Reverend DaoXuan was silent for a moment, also slowly walked into the Founders Ancestral Hall, in the middle of the great hall, in front of the altar where countless Qing Yun ancestors and seniors' memorial tablets were enshrined, candles and candles, flickering, illuminating the people's faces.
The old man walked to the front of the altar and picked up a brand new incense stick from the incense burner table in front of the altar. He lit another incense stick and replaced the one that was about to burn out.
Reverend DaoXuan quietly watched his slow and practiced movements, suddenly said, "That year I took a huge risk, hid it from the various teachers and saved you, but you did not even say a word of thanks. Why is it that today, a young man, you are thanking me instead? "
That old man did not speak, stepped back, his body in the shadows, still holding the candle that he had just replaced. He raised his head, gazed upwards, the memorial tablets of Qing Yun sect's generations of ancestors, majestically towering before him, sacred and solemn, like a mountain's imposing manner, as if it could easily crush him, this insignificant person.
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