In the last bolt of thunder, he held tightly the petal of peach blossom.

The thunder engulfed the man, his flesh and blood were shattered, and his bones turned black.

Between the bloody black bone fingers, only the peach blossom remained intact.

"Long Silence!"

Kunxuzi couldn't see what was going on inside, so he fell to his knees and cried loudly.

Thunder came one after another. After an unknown amount of time, the thunder finally stopped.

The lightning struck a huge deep pit on the ground, and dust filled the air. Everyone stared in a daze at the center of the lightning that had been completely blocked by dust.

After a while, a ray of light gently broke through the clouds and mist and fell onto the deep pit. Then spiritual rain suddenly fell, filling the entire world of life and death.

Kunxuzi was the first to react. He staggered to his feet and rushed to the center: "Eternal Silence! Eternal Silence!"

However, halfway through the rush, he froze.

The dust slowly fell, and a young man's figure appeared in the middle.

He walked out from the depths of the hustle and bustle, gradually revealing his outline and appearance.

The light blue robe he was wearing was already tattered, and his hair was tied behind his body with a red rope that had faded to a pale white. His hair was scattered on both sides, and there was some blue stubble on his face.

As the dust gradually thinned, his figure became clearer and clearer, and finally stopped in front of Kunxuzi. They were about ten feet apart and stared at each other quietly.

Kunxuzi stared at him blankly. The young man in front of him had a pair of eyes that were clearly black and white.

It seems a little different from two hundred years ago.

In the distance there are sounds of joyful music, but in the realm of life and death the only sound left is the sound of falling rain.

After a while, Xie Changji was the first to speak: "Uncle Master, the Sword of Inquiry stays here. I am leaving."

"Where are you going?"

Kunxuzi looked at Xie Changji blankly. Xie Changji turned his gaze to Shoufeng who was holding a wedding not far away and said calmly: "I'll go pick her up."

Kunxuzi still didn't understand.

Xie Changji turned around, stepped on the ice and snow with grass breaking through the ground, and walked out step by step.

Su Luoming was the first to react, shouting: "Changji! Don't..."

At this moment, the sword force descended from the sky, and everyone felt that their bodies were suddenly unable to move. A huge force pressed them down and trapped them in place.

They could only watch with their eyes closed as he passed through the wind and snow, his figure disappearing before their eyes.

It was almost sunset.

As the sun sets, the long wedding procession carrying the sedan chair walks on the bluestone steps of the Tianjian Sect and is approaching the sect's main hall.

After going up the last step, the main hall of Tianjian Sect is in front of you, and the wedding ceremony will be prepared here.

Hua Xiangwan covered her head with the veil, leaning against the sedan chair, and had fallen into a deep sleep.

She didn't sleep last night, and sat in the sedan chair the whole afternoon, listening to the creaking sound of the sedan chair, with nothing to do. It was so boring that even though it was a wedding, she fell asleep unconsciously.

Fortunately, the bride was asleep, so it had no impact on anyone. People could just blow the flutes and make noises as needed.

Shen Xiuwen and Ling Bei led the wedding procession up the bluestone steps. When the sedan chair landed, they discovered that the door to the main hall where the ceremony was supposed to be held was closed.

Shen Xiuwen and Ling Bei looked at each other, and Ling Bei hurried forward and knocked on the door, joking: "Jiang Yiran, what are you doing? Open the door quickly."

After Ling Bei finished speaking, the door slowly opened.

The setting sun fell into the hall, and people gradually saw the scene in the hall clearly.

A young man stood in front of the main gate. He had no sword in his hand and was only wearing a tattered gown. He stood at the door and quietly watched their wedding procession.

In the main hall behind him, where the wedding ceremony was originally being prepared, Jiang Yiran and his disciples were kneeling on the ground, with their heads lowered and not daring to speak.

Shen Xiuwen was stunned. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a powerful pressure coming down on him. All the people around him fell to their knees and were unable to make a sound.

Then the young man walked among the crowd, stepped on the red carpet, and slowly walked towards the sedan chair in front.

He took every step very slowly and solemnly.

Finally, he stopped in front of the carriage, bent slightly, and rolled up half of the curtain.

He lowered his eyes slightly and stretched out his hand towards the carriage.

In a daze, Hua Xiangwan heard a familiar yet strange voice coming from not far away: "Hua Xiangwan, give me your hand."