As Jiang Xuan walked over, Shen Qian remained highly vigilant.

He was still thinking about how to bring Jiang Xuan back without alerting Zhong Li, but he didn't expect that Zhong Li would not stop Jiang Xuan.

Throughout the entire process, her gaze never left Jiang Chengye.

It seems that the bloodline they mentioned before has become less important...

This made Shen Qian realize that he seemed to have misunderstood something; Zhong Li's relationship with Jiang Chengye was not entirely one of exploitation.

"Jiang Chengye, you've never had me in your heart."

At this moment, she stared at Jiang Chengye's profile and asked in a desolate voice that sent chills down one's spine... no, the tone was more like a statement of certainty.

Even though she had clearly seen the truth in Jiang Chengye's actions, her eyes still held a certain expectation.

She eagerly awaited Jiang Chengye's answer.

Jiang Chengye watched as Jiang Xuan walked to Shen Qian's side, then his gaze slowly moved, fixing on Shen Qian.

Shen Qian roughly knew what Jiang Chengye wanted to say, and nodded slightly before the other party could speak.

"I will take care of her."

Having received Shen Qian's promise, Jiang Chengye seemed to finally put his mind at ease. His breathing became more labored, and his face turned ashen at a visible speed, but he still ignored Zhong Li who was waiting.

His gaze first swept over several corpses on the ground, then settled on some of the scavenger warriors, and he murmured absentmindedly:

"I...I haven't had many happy years in my life, but...cough cough...but the time I lived the most carefree was all in...Jiangzhong Military..."

"You...trusted me, supported...cough...supported me, but unfortunately...I ultimately failed to fulfill my promise, failed...failed to bring you home."

"Actually, I know we can't go back... We've all become monsters, no, I'm the one who turned you into monsters..."

"sorry……"

As Jiang Chengye spoke, his tone gradually became smoother. He grinned, and faint tear tracks slid down his cheeks.

Among the scavenger warriors, a few raised their heads in a daze. Their faces, which had become increasingly ferocious due to tension, softened at this moment, and their eyes were filled with a complex mix of resentment and sorrow.

Shen Qian glanced at the corpses of Li Sixi and the others on the ground and fell silent.

He didn't know what Li Sixi and the others were thinking before they died. They may have once trusted Jiang Chengye implicitly, but that trust ultimately became their grave.

Jiang Chengye, burdened by the hatred of these people, may have once fantasized that one day he could lead them back to the human race and let them live normal lives again.

Unfortunately, from the moment they were drawn into the "door," their fate was already sealed...

Back when Shen Qian first entered the Heavenly Realm, he discovered that the souls of Li Sixi and the others had already been distorted. Whether it was due to physical mutations or something else, they could never go back.

Jiang Chengye was fully aware of this.

For eleven years, he carried such a heavy shackle woven from guilt. Even just thinking about it before he was gone sent chills down his spine.

“Cheng Ye…”

Old Hu, standing next to Shen Qian, stared blankly, his face ashen.

As for Old Hu's feelings, Shen Qian, limited by his experience, could only understand a little.

But he knew that Old Man Hu had always treated Jiang Chengye as his own son. Perhaps, in these eleven years, Old Man Hu, like Jiang Chengye, had been clinging to some kind of illusory hope that he knew was almost impossible...

Today, everything has finally collapsed completely.

“You once treated me like your own son, but I have searched the whole world and still cannot find a way to please everyone… In the future, if Xiaoxuan no longer hates me, she can fulfill my filial duty in my place.”

Jiang Chengye looked at Hu Feiwei one last time, and after trying to force a smile, he suddenly knelt down with a thud, slowly but firmly bowing towards Hu Feiwei and touching the ground with his head.

Jiang Chengye then remained in that position and did not move again.

With a "crack" sound, something seemed to vanish completely.

Shen Qian's pupils contracted. Although Jiang Chengye's life force was irreversible, his spiritual core was not completely shattered.

Although he was suppressed by an Emperor-level expert, the vitality of a King or Marquis is incredibly strong, and Jiang Chengye may still have a chance to be resurrected.

But in that instant, in Shen Qian's mental perception, Jiang Chengye used up all his remaining strength to shatter his own mental core.

This is tantamount to cutting off all possibilities of resurrection; even the "Creation" Elixir cannot save the other party.

For a peerless genius who had already risen to the rank of king or noble at the age of thirty, what kind of despair and darkness must have filled his heart to make such a move?

Jiang Xuan remained silent and fainted from extreme grief, only to be supported by Ji Ruoshui, who looked sorrowful beside her.

"Cheng Ye, Cheng Ye..."

Old Hu, unusually, stopped crying and just murmured Jiang Chengye's name.

It was only visible to the naked eye that his hair, which had originally retained some black color, lost all its luster at an extremely rapid pace, turning into dry white.

This scene touched everyone, and they fell silent.

They didn't know Jiang Chengye as well as Hu Feiwei, but they had a general idea of ​​Jiang Chengye's background.

An orphan from a remote border town rises like a meteor, but also falls like a meteor.

He will not appear in the official history of the human race, although his cultivation level and age are enough to make his name remembered by countless martial artists...

"Hehehe..."

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