The next day, the group returned to Yangguan Ancient City. According to Feng Xi's plan, they were going to the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall for training. Xiao Yuhan reflected on Bai Yao's training during this period and found a very serious problem: when he was by her side, this girl always didn't take the unexpected situations she encountered seriously.
Perhaps it's a sense of security, or perhaps it's that unconditional trust.
However, this would only hinder her own judgment and handling of things. After much deliberation, Xiao Yuhan decided to let Bai Yao go to the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall for training alone with Feng Xi.
On the day of their parting, Xiao Yuhan secretly reinforced the life-saving measures he had left behind in Bai Yao's necklace, and then gave her all the treasures he had collected over the years, but even so, he still seemed a little worried.
Finally, at the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall's military equipment station, the master and disciple reluctantly parted ways.
Bai Yao cried for a long time, and Xiao Yuhan couldn't bear it either. It was the first time he had felt the emotions of being a parent. He knew that children always have to grow up, and this kind of thing was inevitable. So he promised the little girl that he would come back to pick her up when he returned to the mountain in two years before they parted.
As Bai Yao left with the group, Xiao Yuhan felt as if something had been lost in his heart. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he always felt empty. However, he had no mind to think about it at the moment.
Since he had promised the woman inside Bai Yao that he would go to find Fengming Mountain, Xiao Yuhan did not dare to delay. However, since he had come to the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall, he did not let go of this opportunity, because many of the old people guarding the city were from the same era as his master, and some were even old monsters who had survived from the ancient times.
Some of them might know where Phoenix Cry Mountain is, and since they've come all this way, they should naturally go and pay a visit.
However, no one knew anything about Fengming Mountain, even after asking around extensively.
Xiao Yuhan had heard about Phoenix Cry Mountain in the illusion of the golden skeleton before. From the words of the human elders in that illusion, he heard that Phoenix Cry Mountain should be the holy land of the demon race. It was probably because of the ancient war that it was no longer suitable for the demon race to live. From the content of the conversation, he deduced that it should be the Western Liang beyond the Great Wall, or even further to the Western Wilderness.
Blindly searching was not a solution, so Xiao Yuhan still wanted to find a definite direction. After asking around without success, he set his sights on the old man who had guarded the Great Wall for many years.
He must be the oldest person here, waiting year-round on the watchtower of the Great Wall, alone with his sword, neither eating nor drinking. He would not take any action unless attacked by monsters.
After greeting the city lord of Yangguan City and the elders guarding the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall, Xiao Yuhan walked alone onto the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall.
Standing atop the Great Wall and looking towards Xiliang, it truly was Xiliang. As far as the eye could see, there was only desolation, a vast expanse of yellow sand, and corpses scattered everywhere. The bones of many demonic beasts had weathered and were buried under the yellow sand, with occasional glimpses of half-exposed demonic beast skulls.
The noisy wind of Xiliang swept across the city walls, mixing with sand and dust, slapping against our faces and stinging them.
Xiao Yuhan saw an old man at the far end of the observation platform. He was withered and motionless, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.
But just as he was about to walk forward, a sudden gust of wind arose, the sky and earth changed color, and a terrifying spiritual energy from the old man's body began to disperse in all directions, returning to the world.
Xiao Yuhan realized that it was the scene of a cultivator passing away. He felt a panic in his heart, thinking that he had come at such a bad time. He had come to Yangguan Ancient City not long ago, but today the old man's life came to an end.
At this moment, countless powerful figures appeared in Yangguan City and on the Demon-Suppressing Great Wall, bowing in the direction of the old man. They knew that this powerful figure who had protected the human race for thousands of years was leaving today.
Xiao Yuhan stood there, stunned. He was initially somewhat moved, knowing that birth, aging, sickness, and death were nothing out of the ordinary. But then he suddenly noticed something amiss: there seemed to be a woman standing in front of the old man.
A bad feeling crept into his mind, and he immediately rushed towards where the old man was.
When they arrived in front of the old man, he was already on his deathbed, with very little spiritual energy left in his body. Standing in front of him was a white-haired woman with a powerful aura. This woman had a pair of red eyes and skin as white as snow. She was not stunningly beautiful, but she was still a pretty woman. However, what Xiao Yuhan cared about was not whether she was beautiful or not, but the unsettling magic emanating from this woman.
The evil aura in her eyes was very similar to that of Su Li. Xiao Yuhan immediately summoned Junmo. Just as she was about to test the woman's origins, she was grabbed by a withered hand. Xiao Yuhan turned her head and saw that the old man's face, which was so shriveled that it looked like skin and bones, actually had a smile on it. His eyes were filled with tears, signaling Xiao Yuhan not to be impulsive.
Then, looking at the white-haired woman, he said tremblingly, "Junior sister... are you alright?"
The white-haired woman stared at the old man for a long time without expression. "I have been in the Central Plains for some time now, and many times I have been watching you from afar. I don't know whether I should come to see you."
The old man's eyes dimmed. "Junior sister, do you still hate me?"
"Why should I hate you? Do we even know each other?" the white-haired woman retorted.
The old man paused, as if struck by a thought, and then gave a bitter laugh, seemingly mocking himself: "Yes... through the long years, if you remain the same as you were back then, then you are no longer her..."
The old man looked dejected, lowered his head, closed his eyes as if in despair, and whispered, "In the end, it was just my own obsession..."
Xiao Yuhan saw that the old man's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and knew that he was about to leave this world.
But at this moment, the white-haired daughter suddenly spoke up: "I recognize you. It seems that a long time ago, there was a girl who wanted to come back to find you, but she could not come back."
The old man, clinging to his last breath, suddenly opened his eyes. "You...you've seen her?"
The white-haired woman slowly walked towards the old man and said softly, "She said she doesn't blame you. She's afraid you'll hate yourself, so there's something she's always wanted to tell you."
The old man stared intently at the woman, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
The white-haired woman leaned close to the old man and whispered, "Senior brother, would you like to come with me to Lingsu City to see the lanterns?"
The old man's pupils dilated, and his whole body began to tremble. Suddenly, the withered old man burst into tears like a child, his emotions running high. "Good! Good! Good... Senior brother will take you home..."
Xiao Yuhan looked at the old man and saw that his face began to calm down, he gradually stopped breathing, and his body turned to ashes as his spiritual energy was completely depleted. Only the immortal sword that had slain countless demons and evil spirits remained standing in the same place.
It was as if he had never existed in this world. Xiao Yuhan, a powerful human, did not even have time to admire his splendor before witnessing his demise.
That night, the entire ancient city of Yangguang was lit with candles, as if bidding farewell to the old man.
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