He had the will to slay the demon, but lacked the power to reverse the tide.
He watched the tides rise and fall, the trendsetters of the era come and go, the curtain rise and fall time and again, his pupils reflecting countless figures rushing forward one after another...
When will Lan Tianqi finally get to take the stage in this play?
In this play, will Lan Tianqi be able to play the lead role?
The blue sky, which has stood for a century, received a response: Yes.
Go gamble, risk your life, and awaken a second time!
Go and exchange it for a vague and uncertain opportunity, to change your own destiny with your own hands!
So, the blue sky set off together.
From the moment Lan Tianqi made his decision, all decisions made by the human race's high command served only one purpose:
He delivered the blue sky perfectly intact to Wuhen.
Slay the demon god, shatter the abyss, carry the black coffin into the eternal forest, and the Asura journeys to mend the abyss...
If someone repays me with the kindness of a national hero, I will treat them with the same kindness.
This farewell was fraught with peril, involving a fierce game of strategy and struggle beyond the chessboard.
The Nightmare Legion and the Traceless Legion have launched their full-scale attack.
Outside of the Stitching Abyss, there have been no fewer than ten legion-level battles!
Fortunately, they did it.
Lan Tianqi stood here, standing in front of Wuhen.
Without much small talk, Wuhen spoke again.
"Speak when you're ready."
Take a deep breath, close Lantian's eyes, and when he opens them again, his gaze is full of determination.
He let out a long breath and began to speak.
"We can begin."
"What did you say?"
The white-clad swordsman in front of him turned slightly, his tone questioning with a hint of curiosity.
"That sword strike is over."
Or do you think you can see my sword clearly? No way!
The sword leaves no trace.
Lan Tianqi's pupils contracted slightly, his aged face filled with disbelief. He raised his hand slightly, looked down at his withered palm, and fell into deep thought.
He had just mentally prepared himself and decided to undergo the surgery.
As a result, the attending physician came in and told him that the surgery was very successful, and that he should now sign the surgical consent form and the informed consent form.
Is something wrong?
From a seamless perspective, there is absolutely no problem.
Are you ready? What does it have to do with me cutting you with my sword?
Whether you're prepared or not, my sword strikes without leaving a trace will have the same result.
The sword has been returned to its sheath.
Just now, Wuhen made two sword strikes.
The first sword strike 'cuts away' decades of time for Lan Tianqi, increasing his age to 200, a true super-generation boost. Now, Lan Tianqi is even older than his father, Lan Zhexian.
The second sword strike: cleaves away the spring breeze to give to an old friend.
A spring breeze swept over him, smoothing out the wrinkles on Lan Tianqi's face. He was infused with new vitality, and his silver hair was dyed gray, making him look like he had been rejuvenated.
Two hundred years old, Lan Tianqi has finally witnessed the second awakening of his talent!
I cut down the spring breeze for an old friend, but when I awoke from my dream, a hundred years had passed.
The world may change, but we are still here.
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