Volume 2, Chapter 285: The Emperor's Fall.

Baili Jianhan and the other three moved forward, while Ye Tingmu and Ye Qiqi also moved forward.

They gathered Baili Xun together.

For Baili Qianqiu and Baili Jianhan, this was the first time they had experienced separation between life and death since they could remember.

At this moment, my mood is heavy.

The atmosphere was inexplicably depressing.

Baili Xun looked at his disciples, an unnatural smile appearing in the corners of his eyes.

He knew that he was about to leave, and what he was most worried about were his disciples.

"Mu'er, Rou'er..."

"Master, we are here."

Baili Rou had already burst into tears, and Baili Mu's eyes were also slightly red. The two of them had been in Broken Sword Mountain the longest and had followed their master the longest. In their world, the master was like a father, the most inseparable existence.

The person they care about most is about to die, right before their eyes. The feeling of powerlessness makes them blame themselves, feel pain, and feel helpless.

"You are not young anymore, it's time to get married. It's a pity that Master can't see you each find your loved ones and get married. In that case, I will give you the dowry and betrothal gifts that Master has prepared in advance..."

"Master, don't..."

After explaining Baili Rou and Baili Mu, he looked at Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu.

"Jian Han, you are too obsessed in your heart. Remember, you can't be impatient when it comes to cultivation. You have to proceed step by step. Being too impatient will only backfire."

"I understand, Master. I will keep it in mind." Baili Jianhan nodded heavily, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping silently onto the ground.

Finally, he focused his attention on Baili Qianqiu, theoretically his youngest disciple, "Qianqiu, the one that worries me the most is you... cough cough cough!!"

"Master!! Wuuwu..." Baili Qianqiu burst into tears and threw himself into Baili Xun's arms. He felt helpless and hugged Baili Xun tightly, refusing to let go.

Baili Xun's skinny palm gently stroked Baili Jianhan's head. His expression was ugly, yet full of pity. However, his eyes were dim. He opened his mouth to say something, but his chest was heaving, and some words still couldn't come out. He coughed again, and blood almost stained Baili Qiuqian's body.

"Master, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die. You said you wouldn't leave me, you wouldn't abandon me. If you die, what should I do? You don't keep your word." Baili Qianqiu's voice was sad, his eyes were sorrowful, and tears flowed down his face. He was a sixteen-year-old boy, but now he cried like a three-year-old child.

When he was young, he was abandoned and wandered the world alone, barely surviving. Later, he met his master, who gave him a new name and a home. In his eyes, Baili Xun was his closest person. Even though he was in Broken Sword Mountain, which was dull and boring, he still liked it.

Among the people who like this place, the master likes it the most. He is still young and cares about very few things. But now, the person he cares about the most is leaving him, which makes him panic.

"Child..." Baili Xun opened his mouth, and all the words he wanted to say turned into two words at this moment. His eyes were flushed with red, and dry tears wandered in them.

In the eyes of the emperor.

The emperor who had lived for tens of thousands of years shed a tear at this moment.

Ye Tingmu, who was standing by, saw it all. He felt an inexplicable soreness in his nose and held Qiqi's hand even tighter.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a minute, or maybe less than a minute, Baili Xun gently pushed Baili Qianqiu away.

He took out a string of candied haws from his bosom and said with a smile, "You're already so grown up, but you're still crying like a tearful person. Take it. When you don't have a master to protect you in the future, don't be lazy anymore."

After doing all this, he turned his gaze to Ye Tingmu and Ye Qiqi.

"Although you have accepted me as your master, I have not taught you anything. It can be considered that we are not destined to be together. I will leave Broken Sword Mountain to you, and my disciples to you as well."

Ye Tingmu didn't say much, nor did he react too much, but nodded heavily.

When Baili Xun was on his deathbed, he had a moment of clarity and slowly stood up.

He put his hands behind his back and said, "Today, I, Baili Mu, the sixth generation sword master of Broken Sword Mountain, pass the throne to Zang. From today on, Zang will be the seventh generation sword master of Jianfeng. All disciples, bow down!"

Upon hearing this, the four of them suppressed their grief and bowed to Ye Tingmu.

Ye Tingmu also returned the greeting.

Then he said to Baili Xun: "I, the disciple, will live up to the trust of the master, re-shake the sword peak, and create a prosperous era."

Baili Xun looked up at the dome, his eyes seemed to break through the thick stone wall and see beyond the sky.

Even though I am reluctant at this moment, there is nothing I can do.

"Father, mother, ancestors, master... Did you see that we have successors in Broken Sword Mountain? I can now go to find you without any worries. I am really... tired... It's time to... take a rest..."

The once powerful and influential man could not withstand the passage of time and became so miserable.

Over the past 20,000 years, all his ancestors and fathers have died, leaving him alone to support Broken Sword Mountain. He is really tired.

At this moment, he was also relieved. There was Zang, this genius, in Broken Sword Mountain, and now he had reforged the broken sword for him. He believed that the day when Broken Sword Mountain would rise was not far away, and he could see it from the sky.

So he could leave with peace of mind.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The emaciated body fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.

Everything is over.

"master....."

“No!”

“........”

On this day, Baili Xun committed suicide.

Outside Broken Sword Mountain, the sky was thick with wind and clouds. Suddenly, dark clouds appeared, followed by heavy rain.

The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy sense of depression.

The clouds were stacked up and blended with each other, and there were scattered scarlet lightning and rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of a god, echoing through heaven and earth.

The midsummer rain, bringing with it sadness, fell upon the earth and washed Broken Sword Mountain clean.

Baili Xun left, the last emperor of Broken Sword Mountain fell, and the sky was crying.

Luosha looked at the suddenly changing sky, then looked at Broken Sword Mountain and shook his head slightly.

He knew in his heart that the person he had been guarding for 20,000 years was gone, completely departed from this world.

A generation of emperors falls and will eventually become dry bones in the tomb.

Then it was washed clean by a heavy rain.

Inside Broken Sword Mountain, the big black and white dog raised his eyes slightly. There was not much fluctuation in those eyes, as if all this was already within his expectations.

He barked wildly.

The flock of sheep in the rain swarmed towards the cave.

At this moment, Broken Sword Mountain was very quiet because there was no sound of any living creature, but it was also very chaotic because of the heavy rain, strong wind and roaring thunder.