Jiulian's heart trembled: "Who is that person..."
Luo Jianqing didn't answer. He just continued, "My fellow Taoist is named Wuyin, also known as Xuanlingzi. Five hundred years ago, he was born in Yuzhou. Because of his exceptional physique, he was accepted as a disciple by the then-master of Yuxiao Peak on Mount Taihua, Venerable Wu Xiaozi, and given the name Wuyin. His talent was comparable to Mo Qing's. He took two hundred years to reach the Spiritual Transformation stage, was trapped on Mount Taihua for a hundred years, and yet reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation stage at the age of four hundred. But his life was also about waiting for someone. He would accept that person as his disciple, teach them the secrets of the cultivation method, help that person reach the Golden Core stage with ordinary physique, and then be killed by that person."
“Who on earth is that person?”
Luo Jianqing raised his eyes, his eyes were dark and bright, like the god of death.
"Looking back thirty thousand years, everything you've done was for him. Now, he's trapped in that Primordial God-Destroying Formation, protected by the Heavenly Dao, protected by you! You can't seize the Heavenly Dao because you were born thirty thousand years too early. I can seize the Heavenly Dao because I've met the person who truly took away all the luck of the Xuantian Continent!"
Jiulian clenched her fingers tightly and crushed the Qinglian Jade Lamp: "Who is he?"
"His name is Li Xiuchen."
Rumble!
A look of bewilderment suddenly crossed Jiulian's handsome, godlike face. He stared blankly at Luo Jianqing for a long moment, then suddenly laughed. He laughed heartily, and the fragments of the Qinglian Jade Lamp slowly disintegrated in his palm, leaving only a wick. Jiulian clapped his hands, and it flew into Luo Jianqing's arms.
Jiulian seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time.
He laughed like this for a long time, then suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Luo Jianqing intently.
"Since you've waited until now, you must seize the sky! You must destroy me, you must replace me and truly become the sky!"
The moment his words fell, Jiulian's figure shattered. His form transformed into thousands of points of light, slowly dissipating into the white world. A wick darted out from Luo Jianqing's arms, hovering in mid-air, as if watching the light dissipate.
After these light spots completely disappeared, Luo Jianqing reached out and took the wick back and put it in his arms.
"Zun Jiulian is arrogant and confident, with an overwhelming aura. I knew this from the illusion of Cang Ruo Yaozun. In this world, only his best friend can move him and make him give up Dou Tian. What he wants is Mo Qing, not the Jiulian Qingmo Pill. Qingjun, why can't you understand? He is your only one, but to him, you are just a pill...that's all."
The wick in Luo Jianqing's palm was shaking violently, but after hearing these words, it finally stopped moving.
Luo Jianqing sighed, tightening his grip on the Xuanling Sword and Shuangfu Sword, and looked up at the world. On the Shuangfu Sword, seven talismans gleamed with a dazzling brilliance, as if they had robbed the entire universe of its power and order, a cold and resolute force.
In this peaceful white world
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