Under the azure sky, Su Yu looked back.
The true appearance of the "fallen leaf roots" was fully revealed before our eyes.
At a glance, the land is flat and the houses are neatly arranged.
On the black earth, bright flowers and emerald green grass bloom.
A surge of vitality bursts forth.
The Fallen Leaf Roots, once a forbidden area that terrified countless geniuses and powerful figures, is a mysterious place.
At this moment, it feels more like the Peach Blossom Spring from the book.
After the ultimate vitality has blossomed.
This led to the eruption of those evil spirits.
Black smoke billowed into the sky.
The houses and flowers withered away in an instant.
The menacing evil spirits didn't even have time to let out a terrifying roar.
A soft "fall" sounded.
The evil spirits began to fade and disappear.
A gentle breeze drifts by.
In this world, only one evil spirit remains.
The black aura surrounding her began to be purified.
Finally, the ethereal spirit, which had been both real and illusory, became completely stable, radiating a faint golden hue.
Xue Lan became the sole survivor of Fallen Leaf Root.
Feeling the sudden surge of power within himself, and the earth-shattering changes that occurred in an instant.
She was somewhat bewildered.
For a moment, she thought she would disappear completely like the other evil spirits.
At that moment, she did not panic.
Because her obsession had been completely resolved by that adorable junior brother.
The only worry might be when my junior brother returns.
If you find yourself gone, will you feel guilty and blame yourself?
Then, she spotted her junior brother in mid-air, whose eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness.
In that instant, she didn't know whether to be overjoyed or to comfort her junior brother.
As a result, the joy of surviving was somewhat diminished.
Fortunately, Su Yu quickly recovered from that state.
He looked at Xue Lan and smiled slightly: "Senior sister, no, mistress, it may be a bit of a hassle for you to stay here for a while."
A white light flashed from the sword-nurturing gourd.
The white feather sword stood silently in front of Xue Lan.
In his final moments, the Human Emperor revealed to Xue Lan how to save her.
If it exists only as a spirit.
Within three years, Xue Lan will completely dissipate due to the lack of a source of energy.
Only by making it a sword spirit can we buy Su Yu more time.
So that one day in the future, he can be completely resurrected.
At that moment, the Human Emperor even joked, "However, back in our time, there were quite a few powerful individuals vying to become the spirit of a top-tier treasure."
"Of course, I believe more in you, that one day you will be able to truly restore her health."
Their eyes met for a fleeting moment.
A gaze that transcends countless years.
Su Yu saw boundless trust and expectation in the other person's eyes.
Xue Lan had no questions; she did whatever he said.
Soon, he became the sword spirit of the White Feather Sword.
The White Feather Sword, resembling white feathers, was also tinged with a touch of gilding.
In an instant, Su Yu gained a deeper understanding of the new White Feather Sword.
That senior not only helped him save his master's wife.
They even left him a so-called "Emperor's Sword"!
What if one day in the future, the emperor is illegitimate?
He also possesses the ability to wield this sword and recreate what was cut down.
Under this sword, the Human Emperor is no different from any other living being!
Inside the gourd for nurturing swords.
The White Feather Sword has not yet returned.
The white feather, which had been asleep for a long time, then conveyed a joyful emotion.
It's like finally having a friend.
The Divine Feather Sword vibrated continuously inside the sword-nurturing gourd.
When Xue Lan and Bai Yujian truly entered the sword-nurturing gourd.
The socially awkward sword spirit immediately quieted down!
Su Yu sensed all of this and couldn't help but chuckle.
Sure enough, this chosen working person had already woken up!
However, without Bai Yu's approval.
It probably won't be so easy for Xue Lan to take control of the White Feather Sword.
Su Yu let out a soft breath.
I got a feel for my own strength again.
Compared to the previous times when his strength increased significantly, he became arrogant and wanted to destroy the world with a wave of his hand.
This time, it's more about understanding one's own strengths.
Only now could he truly say that he had mastered his own strength.
To perform at its best, one needs to comprehend the final two-tenths of the ancient battle tactics.
This ancient battle strategy is like building blocks.
Now, he has learned to use these building blocks to assemble an endless variety of models.
When these building blocks can naturally take shape without needing to be assembled, that will be considered perfect mastery.
......
In the following days.
Su Yu visited all the major ancient immortal sects.
He did not go to the Xuan Yun Immortal Sect.
So, Nagano and Nagao stood on the mountaintop every day, gazing into the distance with longing.
An aura descended.
Nagano and Nagao both breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to Nagano's excitement.
There was a hint of bitterness and self-mockery in Changyun's last breath.
She once looked down on this master's disciple and even said that he should be Qinghuan's substitute.
But to my surprise, it has only been less than a year.
This ancestor, personally taught by the patriarch, already possesses the strength to wipe out the remnants of the entire holy land.
With his current strength, even if he were to return to the Halloween era...
That was also a top-tier Quasi-Saint level expert.
And she, throughout her entire life, barely managed to cross the threshold of becoming a near-saint.
He watched as his senior brother stepped forward to greet him.
For some reason, Changyun suddenly seemed to have seen through everything.
The so-called ruthless path, the so-called ancient tradition of the sect.
Ultimately, it's just her own obsession.
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