A look of relief appeared on Chen Yang's face.
Although Li Qingyun and Zhao Chuan are already at a very high level of cultivation.
However, the two remained as diligent as ever in repairing the chain, without the slightest slackening.
This unwavering perseverance filled Chen Yang, his mentor, with a sense of pride.
"Qingyun and Zhao Chuan are already in the late stage of the Saint Realm, right? In another two or three hundred years, they should be able to become Great Emperors."
Chen Yang murmured softly.
Now, his two disciples are not far from reaching the Great Emperor realm.
Chen Yang believed that at most three hundred years, these two would become emperors!
Chen Yang did not disturb the two disciples' cultivation, but turned and left.
...
The days that followed.
Chen Yang's life continued peacefully as always...
Days passed by...
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred and fifty years have passed...
Li Qingyun and Zhao Chuan have now cultivated to the late stage of the Supreme Realm, and are only one step away from the Great Emperor Realm!
Chen Yang estimated that these two would become emperors in two years at most!
...
at the same time.
At the foot of the Heavenly Sword Sect mountain, in front of the wooden house.
Two hundred and fifty years have passed.
Zhou Qingmin, Jiang Qiuying, and Luo Qingmei are still guarding the wooden house, waiting for Chen Yang's forgiveness...
At this moment,
The three of them stood in the courtyard as always, like statues of waiting husbands, gazing in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect...
"Two hundred and fifty years have passed, why hasn't Chen Yang forgiven us yet?"
"When will he finally come down the mountain to help us?"
“We’ve waited here for so many years, and now I’m an old woman. Why hasn’t he come to help us yet…”
Zhou Qingmin leaned on his cane and looked up at the Heavenly Sword Sect in front of him.
At that moment, she felt a surge of despair.
Now, she is...
She is no longer the young, beautiful, and stunningly gorgeous girl she once was!
Now, she looks old, her skin is loose and sallow, and even her breasts have sagged...
Her face was covered with wrinkles, and many white hairs had grown on her head. Her back had gradually become hunched, her body had become stooped, and she was much thinner than before...
Now, she looks like a woman in her fifties or sixties.
As she grew older day by day, Zhou Qingmin felt increasingly desperate.
She's become an old woman.
But Chen Yang still didn't come to help her.
She estimated that she would die of old age in a little over a hundred years.
She didn't want to grow old and die like Lin Xuan'er and Lu Yuan...
She still wanted Chen Yang to help her; she still wanted to become the Great Emperor!
She was unwilling to die like this!
"Yeah, why hasn't Chen Yang come to help us yet?"
"So many years have passed, does he really not care whether we live or die?"
"How could he do this? If he doesn't come to help me soon, I'll slowly turn into a complete monster..."
Jiang Qiuying couldn't help but shed tears of despair.
Now, she is...
The degree of bestiality is also getting deeper and deeper.
She used to be able to stay awake for half a day each day.
But now.
As her transformation into a beast deepened, she only had a little over an hour each day when she was clear-headed.
At other times, she completely transformed into a demonic beast...
After transforming into a demon beast, she became exactly like a demon beast.
They have absolutely no humanity, no self-awareness whatsoever!
She didn't want to become a complete monster.
She still wants to become human again; she still wants to become the Great Emperor!
But Chen Yang wouldn't help her, so she could only watch helplessly as she gradually transformed into a complete monster in despair...
"Yeah, why hasn't Chen Yang come to help us yet?"
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