The ninth painting was another realm, and Yun Feimiao once again felt the pain of turning into water and dying in it.
He thought that the first time would be familiar, but it turned out to be a pain that he could not bear.
Before he died, Yun Wuya held the Floating Cloud Dream Painting Brush and drew a prayer symbol towards the sky.
He hopes that all the living people can live well and not be immersed in the pain of loss.
He hopes that the Yun family can be passed down forever and his wife can live in peace.
I hope that Brother Xie’s wishes in this life will come true in the next life.
Finally, he hoped that the Horned Demons could one day be driven out of the Canglan Continent and bring peace back to Canglan.
Yun Wuya knew that even God could not help him realize his last wish.
When a person dies, the pen falls.
A divine thought floated into the pen and was sent back to the talisman tomb along with the talisman pen.
Before this, Yun Wuya's Floating Cloud Dream Painting Pen had already become spiritual. The pen spirit pestered Yun Wuya to give it a nickname. After Yun Wuya racked his brains, the result was Huihui.
The pen spirit felt that the name was too perfunctory, but when she thought about the paper figures made by Yun Wuya, named Yun Yiyi, Yun Erer, Yun Sansan, Yun Qiqi, she felt that Yun Wuya's level was just like that and it was not good to force him too much.
Huihui carefully protected Yun Wuya's divine consciousness and waited in the talisman tomb for thousands of years.
"Huihui..."
Yun Feimiao subconsciously wanted to call out Huihui, but was directly sent out of the painting realm.
At this moment, there was only one last painting left in front of him. The painting still showed the Yun family's ancestral hall, but with a few more tablets.
Yun Feimiao's fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to click on the painting, but the painting sucked him in.
Yun Feimiao saw that there were tablets of Yun Wuzhou, Yun Wuyang, Yun Wuya and other sacrificed members of the Yun family in the ancestral hall.
Some died in sacrifice, some died in battle, and some died in assassinations.
Even though the Canglan Continent is generally united, there are still some scum who betray the human race.
He looked at Yun Wuyou, who was dressed in plain clothes, standing in front of the stone wall covered with portraits of martyrs. He hung the portraits of Yun Wuzhou and Yun Wuyang one by one. When it was the turn of Yun Wuya's portrait, Yun Wuyou burst into tears.
She reached out and gently stroked Yun Wuya's portrait, her voice choked with sobs.
"I told you that Big Brother would teach you a fool. Look, you've become a fool."
"Big brother is stupid, Old Six is stupid, you are all stupid."
Yun Feimiao's eyes turned red unconsciously and tears fell.
"Xiao Qi, don't cry."
A slender, snow-white hand touched Yun Feimiao's cheek and gently wiped away the tears from his face.
Yun Feimiao raised his eyes and saw Yun Wuyou standing in front of him.
She was wearing gorgeous clothes that were the symbol of the head of the family, and her hair was combed in an exquisite, complicated and neat bun, no longer just tied up casually with a hairband as before.
She looked graceful, beautiful and dignified, but lacked her former exuberance.
"elder sister……"
Yun Wuyou smiled gently: "You know, I'm not your sister. I'm just standing here on her behalf, hoping to see you again."
"She misses her brother."
"Even though her three brothers are dead, she still wants to see them again."
"She wants to ask, if you could do it again, would you make the same choice?"
Yun Feimiao whispered, "I can't make any choices on behalf of Senior Wuya, but if I faced a similar situation, I would make the same choice."
Yun Wuyou smiled and said, "She knew you would make the same choice again, so she will lend you a helping hand."
She raised her hand slightly, and crystal-clear lotus seeds floated in front of Yun Feimiao.
"These are the lotus seeds of the Pure World Crystal Lotus. There are nine of them in total. She spent a long time collecting them."
"First, grow this flower, and then plant it across the five continents and four seas of Canglan Continent."
"This flower cannot save Canglan, but it can support the purification barrier after the next collapse of the realm, preventing the demonic energy from harming low-level cultivators and other living beings."
"I know that only you can grow this flower."
Yun Feimiao carefully put all the lotus seeds into Xiaoyaotian and solemnly bowed to Yun Wuyou in front of him.
"Thank you, Ancestor Wuyou, for your help."
"Wait until Canglan is safe before thanking me. Continuously expanding the realm is not a long-term solution."
"Xiao Qi, you should understand that things never happen more than three times."
“If there is a next time, even if all the people from the seven major sects and eight major clans use their lives to fill the realm, they still won’t be able to save Canglan.”
Yun Feimiao lowered his eyes: "But if there is no other way, then this is the only way. The longer we can delay, the better."
"Don't be like this." Yun Wuyou gently touched Yun Feimiao's face again, "Sacrifice must always have value. Don't make meaningless sacrifices."
"Let me give you one last gift..."
"Your physique and strength are already the purest in the history of the Yun family, infinitely close to the first generation of our Yun family's ancestors."
"But you can become even purer. She, Yun Wuze, Yun Wusi, and Yun Wunian have all stripped away the pure power from their bodies, just waiting for you to take it."
"I'll give it all to you now. You're the most suitable candidate."
As she spoke, she pressed her forehead against Yun Feimiao's.
Yun Feimiao soon felt four balls of gentle and pure power slowly flowing into his body and merging with his power without any rejection reaction.
Yun Wuyou's figure gradually became transparent: "My mission is complete, it's time for me to disappear."
"Once I'm completely gone, she'll know I've seen you. She'll definitely be very happy. Do you have anything to say to her?"
Yun Feimiao said seriously, "I don't know what the future holds, so I can't make any promises. But I hope that my portrait can be hung on another wall of the Yun Family Ancestral Hall in the future."
Yun Wuyou couldn't help but smile: "If she heard this answer, she would definitely be happier."
"Yeah." Yun Feimiao also laughed, "I hope the fairyland is vast and there are not too many rules and regulations, so that Ancestor Wuyou can be free forever."
"I've never been to the fairyland, so I don't know what it's like there. I hope it's as you say."
As the last sentence fell, Yun Wuyou's consciousness completely dissipated, and Yun Feimiao also followed him out of the painting, still holding a scroll in his hand.
The scroll was the previous painting scene. After it was separated from the formation set up by Yun Wuze, it became a magic weapon. Each painting could accommodate a hundred people.
Yun Feimiao was holding the scroll in a daze, but saw the stone wall in front of him suddenly shatter. On the other side of the stone wall stood Yun Feizhuo, who was also holding a scroll.
"Brother?"
"Xiao Qi?"
Both brothers were a little surprised. They didn't expect that they were so close to each other. Looking at the scrolls in each other's hands, they could guess what the other had experienced.
"Xiao Qi."
Yun Feizhuo strode over and hugged Yun Feimiao. Xiaoqi must be in great pain after experiencing life and death twice in Huajing.
He thought of what Yun Wuzhou had said to Yun Wuya in the realm of painting: "I don't know why, Xiao Qi, but I always feel like this scene is familiar."
"I hope I will still be your brother in the next life, and I hope I won't experience this kind of déjà vu again in the next life."
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