Dang!

The golden and silver-shining Sky-Splitting Divine Mirror fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and landed right beside Ji Wuzong, only about a foot away from him.

Ji Wuzong was lying on the ground, blood was constantly flowing out of the corners of his mouth, his face had already turned pale, the wound on his chest had killed his life, and the source of energy in his dantian had long been shattered, leaving him no chance of survival.

As if knowing that he was going to die, he was attacked by boundless weakness. At this moment, Ji Wuzong was lying on his back, the madness and unwillingness on his face had disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable ease, as if he had been looking forward to this scene for too long.

Ji Wuzong's face was very young and handsome, just like three thousand years ago. Time had never left a mark on his face, and even the bleeding from the corners of his mouth could not hide his charm.

"I... lost, Ye Wuque, you are indeed better than me, far beyond me, I am convinced that I lost to you."

Ji Wuzong's voice sounded slowly, with a kind of weakness, but with an inexplicable magnetism. At this moment, Ji Wuzong seemed to have finally let go of everything, and his mind quickly flashed through everything he had experienced in the past thousand years, just a cursory glance.

"It's been three thousand years... Three thousand years ago, I was actually dead, but my obsession and inner demons brought me back to life... Before, you asked me if I still remembered my name, and at that moment, I actually felt a sense of strangeness about myself now. Am I still Ji Wuzong?"

At this point, Ji Wuzong's face showed a trace of self-mockery, and even a sense of sudden realization.

Ye Wuque stood aside, listening quietly, without speaking. A dying man's words are also kind. He knew that at this moment, Ji Wuzong had finally become himself again, and became one of the peerless duo who had left endless glorious legends in the holy way of the heavens in the Northern Sky Region.

"Perhaps you are very curious about my experience three thousand years ago, and you are also puzzled as to why I want to kill you, but I don't want to mention that period of time again. For me, it was a nightmare and despair. If you want to know, take the Sky-Splitting Divine Mirror, and it will tell you."

"Finally, Ye Wuque, if one day in the future you can go to the Great Thousand Gods, remember... be careful."

Ji Wuzong murmured, but his voice became lighter and weaker, but a smile full of spirit gradually emerged on his handsome face, emitting an inexplicable brilliance.

"In my life, the first half was brilliant and glorious, and the second half was sad and desolate. Now, I'm tired and really want to have a good sleep. Maybe when I fall asleep, I can see Duan Yifeng, my good brother, again..."

Ye Wuque quietly looked at Ji Wuzong, who had begun to have a last gasp, and sighed softly in his heart.

Duan Yifeng and Ji Wuzong.

These two peerless duos from the Holy Way of the Heavens in the Northern Sky Region, who can be regarded as his senior brothers, were eventually buried in the years and fell in this Canglan Realm.

At this point, with Ji Wuzong about to die, the grudge between Ye Wuque and him also ended.

"Starry sky... Starry sky... I wish I could see the magnificent starry sky outside Canglan with my own eyes..."

Ji Wuzong, who was already extremely weak, stared at the sky of Canglan Realm in a daze. His eyes seemed to be able to see through this sky and see the starry sky outside. A trace of desire and yearning flashed in his eyes, but then slowly became dim.

Whoosh...

At this moment, a figure flew over at high speed, flying towards Ji Wuzong!

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Ye Wuque saw the person coming, his eyes flashed, and a hint of surprise surged out, because the person flying over was actually... Grandma Xueying!

At this moment, Grandma Xueying's face was full of sadness, and her old eyes were surging with sadness, reflecting Ji Wuzong's figure. She leaned down gently, and tears slid down her face.

Seeing this scene, Ye Wuque naturally understood it, but he didn't expect that Grandma Xueying and Ji Wuzong seemed to be old friends.

"It's been three thousand years! I...see you again, maybe...you don't remember me at all, maybe...I'm just a passer-by in your life..."

Granny Xueying looked at Ji Wuzong and spoke like this, with a trembling tone and a trace of sadness in her voice. Ji

Wuzong, who was barely breathing, turned his eyes slightly and looked at Granny Xueying who suddenly appeared. Then a sincere and gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and his eyes seemed to become a little gentle.

"Xueying..."

The two words "gently" sounded from Ji Wuzong's mouth, almost inaudible, but Granny Xueying's body trembled suddenly, and tears suddenly came out of her vicissitudes of life. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and held Ji Wuzong's hand that was slowly getting cold!

"You...you still remember me?"

Granny Xueying's voice became completely trembling. She originally thought that Ji Wuzong would not remember her at all. She came here to see Ji Wuzong for the last time just to get rid of the obsession that had been buried in her heart for three thousand years, but she didn't expect Ji Wuzong to call out her name.

Ji Wuzong nodded slowly. He no longer had much strength, but at this moment, Ji Wuzong's eyes were full of tenderness. He looked at Grandma Xueying, and there seemed to be thousands of words buried in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

Grandma Xueying's appearance seemed to inject a little strength into Ji Wuzong's last remaining vitality. He tried his best and finally said a word.

"The time when I walked side by side with you... is the only good memory of the rest of my life... You... must... live well..."

There was a trace of tenderness and reminiscence in the words. When the last word fell, Ji Wuzong's hand, which was held by Grandma Xueying, suddenly loosened, and the last trace of smile remained on that handsome face.

Ji Wuzong, died.

Grandma Xueying held Ji Wuzong's hand tightly, her body trembling violently, and she buried her head, but she didn't cry out after all.

After a long time, Granny Xueying slowly stood up. There were no more tears on her old face. She looked expressionless, but there seemed to be an irrepressible sadness in the depths of her eyes. She looked at Ye Wuque and said, "Young man Ye, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Granny, just ask."

"Can you... give me his body?"