The Eternal Forest.
Beside a stone coffin.
Huo Tianwang sat on a small stool, watching the latest romantic drama series.
That's his favorite.
You can have a foul mouth, but you must eat sweet food!
He is a long-term diabetic candidate.
Lan Zhexian utterly disdained Huo Tianwang's hobby and never even glanced at the television.
But if Huo Tianwang changed the channel, Lan Zhexian would coldly say,
"Redirect it back."
Although he doesn't look, it doesn't prevent him from listening.
A sword immortal must have backbone!
The two of them have been guarding this stone coffin for half a year now.
For the past six months, the stone coffin has remained quiet and undisturbed.
Huo Tianwang even doubted whether the plan to revive Xue Jiu might have failed.
"yawn--"
Huo Tianwang yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Old Lan, do you think Old Nine might really be dead?"
"nonsense."
Lan Zhexian rolled her eyes.
"He's completely dead, and he's coming back to life right now."
As he spoke, Lan Zhexian yawned.
The two powerful individuals drifted off to sleep.
...
A middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the street, looking somewhat bewildered as he surveyed his surroundings.
A peaceful, tranquil, and harmonious place...
Seeing this made me feel much more at ease.
Fortunately, I didn't do anything wrong back then.
He continued walking down the street.
People would occasionally cast curious glances at him, and some even boldly approached him to ask where he bought his combat suit.
"A design from over a hundred years ago? You're not kidding, are you?"
"This material must be very expensive due to its strength."
The middle-aged man smiled somewhat embarrassedly and explained that he had received the money back then without spending any money, so he didn't know how much it cost.
Back then, there was no Wanwu Pavilion, let alone a way to set prices.
After patiently chatting with several people who approached him, the middle-aged man finally left.
The next instant, He appeared atop the mountain.
The next moment, He appeared on the beach...
A gentle spring breeze, traversing the world.
Everything is fine in this world.
So the middle-aged man decided to go to a higher place to take a look.
He went to the Taoist priest's side, but the priest shook his head slightly and refused his help.
You can do whatever makes you carefree yourself.
He revisited the upper realm and saw the strongest sword of the human race.
Wuhen's fighting spirit was extremely strong; just a glance from afar caused turmoil throughout the Upper Realm.
The middle-aged man took a step back, temporarily avoiding the confrontation.
Wuhen sheathed his sword, waiting for the right moment to draw it.
He also took the time to check on Shura and make sure that the other party was alright.
After the middle-aged man disappeared, Shura cautiously scanned his surroundings, feeling as if someone had been there before.
In the end, the middle-aged man returned to the forest and to the monument to his death.
He didn't know what to say, looking at these names, watching one person after another appear before him, and then die.
A war between two races, a conflict between two realms.
Too many people died
There was no joy of being resurrected, no indomitable spirit of defying fate; all emotions became extremely calm, as if everything was understood without words.
He stood there, like a statue.
...
In the Eternal Forest.
Lan Zhexian's head drooped slightly, as if he were fishing, when he suddenly awoke with a start.
"Wait! When did I fall asleep?"
"What?! I wasn't asleep!"
Huo Tianwang snapped out of his daze and was instantly drenched in a cold sweat!
He actually fell asleep too!
What happened?!
The romantic drama on TV has already passed more than half an episode, which means the two of them slept for at least half an hour!
Neither of them were fools; they naturally knew what this meant!
"Open the coffin!"
Without Lan Zhexian giving any instructions, Huo Tianwang took the initiative and made his move first.
It would be extremely inappropriate to do anything to the coffin.
So, Huo Tianwang made a move.
He kicked the lid of Xue Jiu's coffin off.
The stone coffin was empty.
Huo Tianwang and Lan Zhexian exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes!
Where are they?!
What about Xue Jiu, who is so big?
The two of them turned around abruptly and looked at the monument to their death not far away!
Before the monument to the deceased, stood the figure of a middle-aged man.
The man took the tattered cloth off the memorial stone and casually tied it around his shoulder, making it look like a ragged cloak—indescribably comical.
The man, wearing a tattered cloak, looked up at the monument to the dead, at the names inscribed on it.
He reached out and erased an insignificant name.
Xue Jiu.
The middle-aged man said softly,
"Wait a little longer"
After He finishes this final battle, everyone will be able to go home.
Since we've waited a hundred years...
Perhaps we can wait a little longer.
Wait until He finishes what He should do, and until He understands the cause and effect of this matter.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Xue Jiu turned around, revealing a warm smile, without giving the two a chance to speak.
"I have something to take care of. If I'm late, Xiao Jiu will be dead."
After saying that, Xue Jiu's figure disappeared from the spot, and the two people with the combat power of the Heavenly War God woke up as if from a dream!
They had no power to resist Xue Jiu!
Huo Tianwang said in a low voice,
"This guy... has gotten stronger again..."
Indeed... it's stronger...
Lan Zhexian suddenly spoke.
Was he always this good at putting on an act?
"hiss--"
Huo Tianwang thought carefully and gave a rigorous answer.
"No."
Xue Jiu is not a pretentious person.
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