In the picture, a beautiful woman in white was suspended high in the air, her eyes were closed, and there was a bright red sword wound on her chest, which looked particularly glaring against the background of her white clothes.
Black lightning flashed around him, and the thunder roared terrifyingly, as if he had the power to overturn the world, but he seemed to be affected by something and did not move for a long time.
On the opposite side, a white sword light shot straight into the sky. In the sword light, another young man was holding a long sword full of cracks with both hands with difficulty. It was Jian Feng.
He raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with despair and struggle, but his hands and feet were out of control and turned into a beam of white light and stabbed forward again.
“Master!!!”
Amidst the desperate roar, a flower of blood bloomed.
The woman finally opened her eyes and looked at her eldest disciple who was close to her. She smiled gently, raised her hand to wipe the tears from Jianfeng's face, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Don't cry, Feng'er. You just messed up the plan. It was Master who made some mistake and failed to discover the abnormality in advance.
After I leave, don't commit suicide. That will only benefit the Pantheon. They will use your sword to control the Heavenly Dao, and then the entire East Continent will fall into their control, with no way out."
The woman finally sighed at this point, "I still have some strength left. I will go to the entrance of the underworld and make some noise to buy time for you.
Feng'er, you must hide away, hide somewhere out of the reach of the Pantheon. No matter how difficult it is, you must shoulder everything and survive!"
The picture dissipates here.
Jian Feng looked at the dissipating phantom with a rare calm expression.
This is his most painful memory, but also the motivation that keeps him alive.
During the long years, he kept recalling and deepening his memory. Every action and every word his master said before leaving had long been deeply engraved in his soul like a brand.
This time, he did not disappoint his master.
He really did it.
No matter how much pain and torture he felt inside, or how long each day seemed to last, he never gave up. He kept hiding and persisted until now.
When Xiao Wei saw the whole story of that year, the resentment that had been boiling in his heart for thousands of years had already disappeared with the roar of Jian Feng.
Guilt followed. It turned out that what he saw with his own eyes was not the truth.
"Big Brother..."
His throat rolled, and he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jian Feng tightly, emitting white sword lights, causing him to disappear at a faster speed.
Jian Feng was startled and tried to move away immediately, but was held down by Xiao Wei.
"Big Brother, you don't know."
Xiao Wei had a hint of embarrassment on his face. "When I was young, I always avoided you. It wasn't because I was afraid, but because I admired you so much that I didn't know how to face you."
Jian Feng's heart trembled, "Third Junior Brother..."
"After seeing that scene back then, I've hated you so much all these years, but I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart."
Having said that, Xiao Wei glanced at Xiang Sheng and smiled with relief: "Thanks to Junior Sister Xiang's help, today, I can leave with peace of mind, carrying my admiration for you, Senior Brother."
Jian Feng clenched his fists, "There is no way..."
Xiao Wei pursed his lips and smiled, "I am neither a ghost nor a spirit, but just an obsession. Now that the knot in my heart has been resolved, I have my own place to return to, and that is Second Senior Sister."
Xiao Wei sighed and slowly disappeared. "Big Brother, if you have time, please go to Xuanwang City to take a look. She's so lonely there alone..."
The moment the last sentence fell, Xiao Wei finally turned into a group of scattered stars and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Awei!"
Jianfeng subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but caught nothing.
A feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of my heart.
He thought he had long been accustomed to the separation of life and death, and was even numb at one point.
But when he faced it again today, he realized that there was no such thing as a habit.
He remained silent for quite some time. When the sound of the surging black tide rang in his ears again, he slowly came back to his senses, looked at Xiang Sheng, and spoke softly.
"Thank you very much."
"Senior Kenfeng, you're welcome."
Xiang Sheng let out a light breath, "I originally wanted to find out the truth about the ancient catastrophe. This time I came here just to show my gratitude."
At this point, Xiang Sheng's gaze suddenly shifted: "I still have some questions that I haven't answered. I wonder if you, senior, can help me solve them?"
Jian Feng didn't rush to answer Xiang Sheng. Instead, he looked at him for a moment and suddenly asked, "Did you destroy the Pantheon?"
Xiang Sheng's eyes narrowed, and then he chuckled, "Senior, you have good eyesight. However, how can a behemoth like the Pantheon be destroyed by me alone? I just killed the pawn they placed in Dongzhou. It's nothing."
On the other hand, the senior used the Heavenly Sword Technique to evolve the Heavenly Dao, concealing the Heavenly Secrets and hiding it from the eyes of the Pantheon for so many years. This is truly admirable."
Jian Feng heard the probing tone in Xiang Sheng's words and was immediately speechless. He slowed down his tone and said, "Your situation and mine are quite similar, so there's no need to continue the verbal battle. Now that the Pantheon is dead, I don't need to hide anymore. How about we find a place to sit down and have a good chat?"
Xiang Sheng smiled sweetly, "This junior couldn't ask for more."
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