"And our lives end here, and so does our destiny. Hehe, good, good indeed."
"Thank you, senior." Ye Xingchen felt the continuous flow of true energy within his body, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to the old man.
The exchange he had just had with the old man allowed him to grasp a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. Now, his strength had increased by leaps and bounds compared to before, and he was already on the verge of breaking through to the Celestial Realm and entering sainthood.
"Why thank me?" The old man smiled slightly, withdrew his hand, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "You gleaned a glimpse of the secret of heaven from our clash just now."
"This is your good fortune and your luck. In short, it was meant to be yours, so there's no need to thank me."
"I still want to thank you, senior. At least this opportunity was given to me by you." Ye Xingchen said earnestly, "If it weren't for your understanding of the Heavenly Dao, even if I had won, it would have been useless. You bestowed your own fortune upon me, which dissipated some of the original malevolence within me."
"These are things I haven't been able to understand in at least ten years, so I must thank you."
“You are a promising talent, capable of inheriting my mantle, but unfortunately, my strength is not much greater than yours, so I have no face to ask you to become my disciple.” The old man smiled slightly.
"You are a person of great talent, and you possess countless good deeds, which will transform into opportunities for you in the future."
"Instead of doing that, I might as well form a good relationship with you, so that my future path will be easier."
"Old sir, are you leaving now?" Ye Xingchen sighed.
"Yes, I'm going." The old man slowly raised his head and murmured, "I told you, I've been carrying a responsibility that wasn't originally mine, and I've been carrying it for far too long."
"Now, only death is the way to liberation, so I am going. Thank you, my friend, for freeing me and granting me my freedom."
"This is not the outcome I wanted in the end," Ye Xingchen sighed. "Old sir, you didn't owe Na Yuanzhen anything. There was no need to end your life in this way."
"On the contrary, because of a promise and a favor from back then, you have bound yourself to this place for the rest of your life. In fact, you have already repaid everything you owed the Nalan family."
"Hehe, what good is it if I pay it back?" The old man laughed, shaking his head gently as he laughed. "In this world, once you owe someone a favor, it lasts a lifetime. You can never pay it back, never pay it back."
“However, the fact that you have granted me your freedom is already a great favor to me.” After saying this, the old man clasped his hands in a fist and said, “I am from Nanjin Kingdom, and I thank you, young friend Ye.”
"Elder Nan, may you have a safe journey." Ye Xingchen clasped his hands in return, bowing deeply to the old man.
His bow was filled with deep respect. This old man had bound himself to a promise, to repay a small favor from Na Yuanzhen's ancestors, for his entire life.
This kind of credibility is not something everyone can have, so Ye Xingchen felt that the other party deserved his respect.
"Goodbye, young friend Ye." The old man smiled slightly, then looked up at the blue sky and white clouds on the horizon.
An image appeared in my mind.
It was dusk, and under the setting sun, a young girl and a young man nestled together on the grass.
That time was the happiest time of his life.
However, fate bound him for his entire life, and he and she were ultimately separated by distance.
They were destined to be together but not to stay together; almost a hundred years have passed since then.
In this world, things change so quickly, and so many years have passed since they were separated by death. But now, he is finally going to find her.
The old man slowly closed his eyes, and a white light emanated from his body. This light then continued to expand, and after a moment, his body transformed into countless streams of light, flying towards the horizon.
Ye Xingchen sighed, straightened up, bowed respectfully in the direction the old man had disappeared, and then strode into the villa's courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he sensed something unusual.
At this moment, everything around seemed to become ethereal and uncertain.
Ye Xingchen slowly walked to the center of the courtyard, raised his head, and looked at the villa in front of him.
At this moment, the dilapidated walls of the villa seemed to take on a subtle quality.
Suddenly, he felt his body stiffen, and the walls of the villa in front of him began to sway and waver.
Before Ye Xingchen could decide whether to go in, a strong suction force suddenly emanated from the villa in front of him, forcibly pulling him inside.
There was an array on the wall, and a thought popped into Ye Xingchen's mind, but unfortunately, he seemed to realize it a little too late.
He had arrived in a dark world, a world covered in yellow sand, where everything before him seemed to have been weathered away.
Illusion.
It's this thing again?
Ye Xingchen felt somewhat speechless. He had encountered this kind of situation countless times before. Those people seemed to be keen on attacking him with mental power.
Unfortunately, Ye Xingchen's divine sense was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, so this kind of attack had no effect on him at all.
But he wanted to see what the other party was up to, since the illusion that appeared before him was something he had never heard of before.
He slowly walked forward to the stone in the very center of the illusion, a stone whose edges had been almost completely worn away by the weathering.
But the stone was as white as jade, which looked rather unusual in this world of yellow sand.
Ye Xingchen stopped in front of the stone and stared at it, feeling that there must be some unusual secret inside.
Sure enough, after Ye Xingchen stood there for a moment, blood suddenly seeped out from the stone.
The blood seeped out of the stone in a dense, continuous stream, and after a short while, a blood pit appeared in front of Ye Xingchen.
This blood-soaked pit resembled a vast ocean.
He crouched down, watching as the thick blood continued to spill outwards.
Suddenly, countless blood-red tentacles emerged from the blood and surged toward Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen stood there motionless, letting the tentacles pierce into his body and grow wildly inside him.
These tentacles, like some kind of alien creature, not only took over his body but also his brain.
Ye Xingchen remained completely calm throughout.
When these tentacles extended from his body and transformed into a cold, expressionless face before his eyes, Ye Xingchen smiled.
He stared intently at the face before him, letting it ravage his body.
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