Although Zhang Lai felt something was wrong, he couldn't find what was wrong, so he had to give up.

After everyone left the hall, a white light flashed in Shen Qingyi's hand, and a hole appeared on his palm.

Light poured out from the hole, and a broken sword appeared from the palm of his hand.

Shen Qingyi gently stroked the broken sword.

The broken sword was very rough, but stroking it carefully gave her a familiar feeling.

Central Region of Yunze Continent

The Donghuang clan did not hide away from the world anymore. They moved some of their members from the north to the central region, and the Lin clan did the same.

An old man was carrying a basket, and a child beside him was looking around curiously.

"Grandpa, what are we doing here?"

Donghuang Cang touched his grandson's head.

"Today is the tribe's traditional water festival."

"I know that! Daddy said that our tribe used to live in a very remote desert! There was no sun, and no water. Only at this time of year would they send people to risk their lives to release water!"

Donghuang Cang looked at his little grandson lovingly.

"Yes! At that time, many members of our tribe had to... go see their ancestors because of water and food. Moreover, at that time, our tribe almost disappeared because of a person we met."

"Is that the hero?"

Dong Huang Cang's eyes were a little hot, and he held his little grandson's hand.

"Yes, that hero. She saved us, brought us out of that sandy land, and gave us a safe home."

The child's eyes were full of admiration.

"That unknown hero, I've heard you, Grandpa, talk about her. My great-grandfather has also talked about her. My second uncle and my eldest uncle have all told us about her! I know her! She's amazing! She's a hero of our Donghuang family!"

Donghuang Cang stared at his grandson blankly.

His eyes were bright, the bright light of a child.

That is a light that has not been polluted by the world.

"Humura, no matter what the world does... no matter how much time has passed... we must not forget. Because, there are some people who cannot be forgotten."

The most terrifying thing about the passage of time is not the changes that occur, but forgetting.

Homura tilted her head.

He smiled brightly at his grandfather.

"I know! We will never forget the unknown hero! When I grow up, I want to be like her! I want to be a hero too! A great hero who stands tall and proud!"

Looking at his little grandson jumping happily, Donghuang Cang's hands trembled.

Great hero?

Three words, but it's too much to bear.

In fact, he did not want his grandson to become a so-called hero.

Because it seems that all great heroes have no good ending.

But what would the world be like if there were no so-called heroes?

And it seems that only those who are so sincere dare to shout out loud that they want to become heroes?

After all, he didn't have the courage...

Because the older they get, the more they gain, and the more afraid they become of losing.

Carrying a basket with a lot of things in it.

Two people stood under the giant sword.

The giant sword was covered with moss and there were many weeds around it.

Donghuangcang put down the basket and placed his grandson on a small step.

"Humura, stay here quietly and don't move. Grandpa will clean up."

Xiao Yan sat there obediently.

Look at the ants crawling over your feet.

Donghuang Cang looked at the weeds around him and sighed.

The sun was shining brightly, and Homura was getting tired of waiting, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa, how long will it take?"

"Wait a little longer, Grandpa. It will be fine soon."

"Grandpa, why is there so much grass here?"

Donghuangcang paused slightly.

Look at the weeds and moss around you.

There weren't so many last year, and even fewer the year before.

He remembered that there were no weeds or mosses in the beginning...

"Maybe everyone is busy lately..."

It is also possible that there are too many people buried under this giant sword, and their flesh, blood and bones have fattened the grass.

The sun was setting in the west when Donghuangcang finished dealing with the weeds. When he saw his grandson sleeping against the giant sword, he was suddenly stunned.

The sunlight shone sideways on the child's face, and the giant sword's shadow stretched out long, just enough to cover the child in the shade, shielding him from the scorching sun...

"Xiao...Xiao Yan, let's go home."

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The bell rang, and the barrier of the entire Xihuang Palace opened.

The various soul beast chariots flew out from the Xihuang Palace.

Countless monks who were watching the spectacular scene could not help but marvel at it.

"Saint, it's time to set off."

Outside the hall, Zhang Lai's voice was heard.

Shen Qingyi, lazily leaning on the chair, slowly opened his eyes.

Slowly stand up from your seat.

She was wearing the robe of the Holy Maiden of Xihuang Palace, which she had changed into that morning.

The white robe is outlined with silver lines, and the silver lines on it are faintly visible.

The inlaid tiny crystal pendants and translucent gauze make the whole robe look more gorgeous and holy.

Shen Qingyi put on a shawl, and her silver hair was dotted with several silver butterfly Horcruxes. The pendant on her forehead reflected silver light as she walked.

“Boom.”

The door of the hall was opened, and Zhang Lai subconsciously looked up.

I was deeply amazed by Shen Qingyi's appearance.

Although he had known the beauty of this saint from a long time ago, this outfit now made Shen Qingyi's beauty more fully revealed, making her look even more holy.

However, after Zhang Lai reacted, he immediately lowered his head.

Shen Qingyi walked towards the palace where the Holy Son and Holy Daughter were gathered.

As expected, the last one to be eliminated was Yun Ge.

Yun Ge, standing in the dark, looked at the people who were admired by everyone in the hall and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Until she heard gasps around her, she subconsciously looked over.

After seeing Shen Qingyi, Yun Ge became even more angry.

If it weren't for Shen Qingyi who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, how could she have snatched away her position as Saint?!

This position was originally supposed to be hers!

She should be the one standing on the high platform and being admired!

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Qingyi slowly walked towards the platform.

Even though she became the center of attention, her face still had that keep-away look.

The several saint sons and saint daughters did not show any other thoughts at this moment. After all, there were so many cultivators watching, including the disciples of Xihuang Palace and the soul cultivators outside.

Until the final bell rang, Ye Lan and other elders came forward.

Ye Lan extended his hand respectfully.

"Saint, it's time to set off."

Shen Qingyi followed Ye Lan and walked to her soul beast car.

After getting on the soul beast car, I realized that it didn't look very big from the outside, and could probably accommodate one or two people. But after getting in, I found that there was a different world inside.

It can accommodate at least eight or nine people.

There is also a tea table and tea sets inside the soul beast car.

As well as several books and jade slips.

(End of this chapter)