No one is heartless, as he is not a premature tree.

Their relationship with Ye Lan has long been not just that of superiors and subordinates, but also that of inseparable relatives.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qing Teng, who was curled up, suddenly saw a figure under a big tree not far away. After recognizing who it was, he staggered to his feet, flashed in front of the other person, grabbed his collar and started beating him to death.

Bang bang bang.

Although the rain of punches didn't involve any internal energy, the strength of the adult man still instantly turned half of the man's face blue.

The man rarely moved.

His robes were even more tattered than those of the elders, and half of his face was burned beyond recognition by the lava, but he had no intention of healing at the moment. He was held in Qing Teng's hand like a rag and allowed to be treated as such, without any of the arrogance he had when he was chatting and laughing in the church at the beginning.

However, the more he did this, the harder Qing Teng's fists became and the redder his eyes became.

Finally, even with her hands broken, Qing Teng finally grabbed him tightly and brought him to her, roaring angrily, "Why? Why sacrifice her! If you are not sure, why use a living person to sacrifice a dead person? Isn't she the most important person to you? You have been guarding her for so many years, don't you have any feelings at all? How could you... How could you watch her being killed..."

After the last question, Qing Teng burst into tears, with both self-blame and hatred in his voice.

What I hate is that this idiot in front of me has been preparing for a thousand years, but in the end he failed and got nothing.

He blamed himself for claiming that he was an elder with great magical powers, but he couldn't save Ye Lan.

The man was thrown to the ground, lying on his back, also staring at the huge volcanic rock pillar. His eyes, swollen into slits, were filled with endless confusion and helplessness, as if all this was still a dream.

"Why..." He murmured to himself, not knowing who he was asking, "I've clearly prepared everything. There shouldn't be any mistakes."

But why didn't she wake up?

When the raw stone was taken away, he knew that the volcano would be contained and the Ditan Park would collapse, but he didn't care about any of that.

From the beginning to the end, he had only one goal.

That is to resurrect that person.

He had been planning for this for a thousand years.

But now, everything is in vain.

God will not give him another chance, just like a thousand years ago when he cut off the heavenly steps to prevent that person from ascending but accidentally hurt her. Could it be that he really did something wrong?

The man was as dazed as a child, lying there defenseless.

Qing Teng glanced at him but didn't kill him.

Not to mention the suppression due to the level gap, keeping him alive and well is the best punishment now.

He walked back to the elders, and the two sides divided the square and guarded the volcanic pillar in front of them together.

As for what they were guarding, they had no idea.

But no one wants to leave.

Not long after, the cell phone rang again.

Video messages from the major sects came again, but this time everyone was in high spirits, with smiles on their faces.

"It looks like you've been having a tough time fighting over there, too. It's rare to see the Xuan Sect elders looking so bedraggled." Across the screen, equally bedraggled, the various sect leaders and their followers huddled before the camera. Having experienced this collaborative effort to save the world, their tone of voice was much more familiar. "But you're certainly capable. The volcano has stopped erupting, and the subterranean fire shouldn't start again."

Hearing this, the leader, Nan Xu, shook his head and replied, "No."

"That's good. We've finally stopped the situation urgently. We were all scared to death." The major sects laughed it off. Everyone greeted each other through the elders' cell phones and took a rest, either standing or sitting.

At this time, a multi-person video call from heads of state from various countries also came in. After learning that the crisis of the earth's division had been resolved, they all expressed their gratitude to Xuanzong and other sects.

"We thank you for your previous impolite remarks. China's metaphysics is indeed powerful. We were too arrogant before." The leaders stood up and apologized to Xuanzong again, while also expressing their close friendship towards China.

I believe that after this incident, China will be able to take its diplomacy to a higher level.

However, this time, the Chinese leader did not ignore Xuanzong. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "It was Xuanzong who contributed this time. If you want to thank someone, you should thank the Ye clan..."

He paused mid-sentence, glanced at the screen, and asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, where is Patriarch Ye?"

They just connected here because they couldn't get through to Ye Lan's phone.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The elders, who were already in low spirits, all shut up and said nothing.

This silence made the people on the other side of the screen realize that something was wrong, and they all sat up straight and became serious.

"Great Elder Nan." The Chinese leader spoke again, his voice much deeper. "Clan Leader Ye, are you okay?"

Are you okay?

The corners of Nan Xu's mouth twitched slightly. Because he didn't want others to see his miserable appearance, he turned the camera to the giant volcanic rock in front of him.

The towering pillars were still emitting heat, and their black color, covered with pores, looked terrifying and appalling.

Before he could react, he heard Nan Xu's hoarse voice from outside the screen: "She's inside."

“…”

The air suddenly became dead silent, and there was no sound from the other end either.

After a while, a young man snatched the phone away and loudly retorted, "Impossible! Ye Lan is so powerful, it's impossible for her to be in trouble. She must be injured somewhere. Look carefully!"

This person is Xie Chenan.

Jiang Cheng was in the same class as the reborn Ye Lan, and later he was considered her half-disciple. After the college entrance examination, he entered the Sword Sect of the Ancient Martial Arts Realm to practice. This time, his mission was to go to the volcano for rescue as an outstanding disciple.

After learning that Ye Lan would succeed as the patriarch of Xuanzong, he did not go to meet him, but he was full of energy in his heart, thinking that in time he would be able to achieve something and fight side by side with him.

By then, the girl's cold eyes will surely linger on him.

And this volcano rescue is the best opportunity. He has risked his life many times to save people and performed excellently. The sect leader said that he has a bright future.

He was able to survive safely, so he didn't believe that anything would happen to Ye Lan.

"I hope what you say is true."

Nan Xu's voice came from the other end of the line, shrouded in immense sorrow. She recounted the corpse-raising formation, the demonic beasts in the dark river, and the massive tunnel within the underground fire. Finally, she said bitterly, "We watched her melt in the magma with our own eyes. Now, I'm afraid her soul has also been shattered, scattered throughout this volcanic rock."

Later, maybe after they have rested well, they will have to pray for her soul back to the Pure Land.

Only then did the heads of state and major sects realize what a terrible test Xuanzong faced in this battle, and what a huge price the girl who calmly directed their rescue efforts and promised to do her best to save the world from this crisis paid in the previous rescue call.

That is a feat that all of humanity cannot repay.

Xie Chenan on the other side of the screen also sat there in a daze, unable to react for a long time.