For Jiang Zhige, it was just the loss of a brother who could fight side by side with him.

For Lu Tianjiao, he lost everything and returned to the mortal world. Can he still be considered Lu Tianjiao?

If he hadn't met Jiang Zhige back then, maybe Lu Tianjiao would have become famous and admired by thousands of people? Looking at the desolate back with disheveled hair and only one hand left, Jiang Zhige felt so heavy in his heart that he could hardly breathe. He had never doubted himself so much in his life.

There was nothing he could do. If he couldn't rebuild Lu Tianjiao's spiritual veins, no matter how much he blamed himself, he would just be a bystander who was not involved.

"Brother Lu, one day, I will find a way to rebuild your spiritual veins for you."

"Before that, you must live well."

Jiang Zhige suppressed his inner sadness and turned to walk into the fairy city.

Just as Mo Ziyan has not given up on saving her sister Liu Chuyao, there is still a chance. What Jiang Zhige should do is not to become decadent with Lu Tianjiao, but to find a method to rebuild Lu Tianjiao's spiritual veins.

The Tao is boundless and the heavens are vast. As long as Jiang Zhige searches the sky and the earth, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

Time passes quietly and the day is getting darker.

In the Immortal City, many cultivators were still immersed in panic, hiding in the city and not daring to spy on the situation outside the city.

The aftermath of the previous battle swept across an area of ​​thousands of miles. It was definitely not a force that the local strongmen of Shangquanzhou could possess. If it weren't for the defense formation protecting the Immortal City, and if that sword hadn't been slashed in the opposite direction of the Immortal City, nearly one million cultivators in the Immortal City would have died in the aftermath.

Not long after, Mo Ziyan and Xiao Ling, who were sent to the inn room, woke up one after another.

They stood up and looked around, feeling confused and uneasy.

Thinking of the situation at that time, the two women vaguely guessed something and immediately left the room to look for Lu Tianjiao together.

After they walked out of the inn, they found that the atmosphere in the city was extremely depressing. Some people huddled in the corners and dared not show up, while others gathered at the city gates, ready for battle, as if the end of the world was about to come.

No matter what the response method was, no one dared to go outside the city to investigate. Only Mo Ziyan and Xiao Ling did not care about anything else and rushed out of the city to look for Lu Tianjiao.

However, after seeing the scene outside the city, even Mo Ziyan, who was a man of strong character, was shocked.

Everywhere you look, it's all scorched earth, as if the world was just created.

That ravine that stretches for thirty thousand miles exudes a sword intent that reaches straight into the sky. I'm afraid it will remain the same even after another ten thousand years.

"Brother Lu! Brother Lu!"

Xiao Ling shed tears and stumbled towards the scorched earth to look for Lu Tianjiao.

Mo Ziyan's eyes were red, and she stood there in silence.

Despite this tragic situation, Lu Tianjiao did not come to look for them again, and it was obvious that he was in great danger.

"Elder Lu, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mo Ziyan looked up to the sky, her eyes blurred with tears, and all kinds of past events came to her mind.

In fact, she remembered all the kindness Lu Tianjiao had shown her, and had been thinking about finding an opportunity to repay him.

Now, they haven't seen each other for a hundred years and meet again by chance. Not only did Mo Ziyan fail to repay Lu Tianjiao, but she was also favored by the Seven-Colored Divine Stone again and Lu Tianjiao risked his life to save her.

This kind of kindness has already surpassed the blood ties between relatives. Even if Mo Ziyan were to commit suicide, it would be difficult for him to repay it.

In the distance, Xiao Ling’s back was getting farther and farther away, and she kept crying out Lu Tianjiao’s name.

Mo Ziyan lowered her head and choked with sobs. She neither tried to dissuade them nor followed them.

The sufferings of the world are endless, and becoming an immortal is no exception. There are always too many irreparable regrets. Like Jiang Zhige, she can do nothing but let Xiao Ling be alone.

Three days later, Xiao Ling searched in vain and completely broke down. She collapsed under the tree and burst into tears.

Jiang Zhige's figure emerged from the side, silently watching Xiao Ling who was crying.

“You, you are.”

Xiao Ling was already heartbroken and had no mood to care about why Jiang Zhige could appear beside her quietly.

"I am Lu Tianjiao's friend."

Hearing that Jiang Zhige and Lu Tianjiao knew each other, Xiao Ling seemed to have grasped the last straw and asked in a crying voice, "Do you know Brother Lu? Do you know where he went?"

"He's dead."

Jiang Zhige's voice was calm, but Xiao Ling felt like she was struck by lightning and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"Brother Lu hasn't been able to tell me the answer yet, how could he be dead?!"

Xiao Ling shook his head desperately, but cried out in grief.

In fact, she could guess what happened, but she still couldn't accept it. She was just deceiving herself.

Jiang Zhige turned around and said in a deep voice: "Miss Xiao, before Brother Lu died, he asked me to tell you that you are the true love he has been looking for."

Before he finished speaking, his figure was no longer there.

Xiao Ling stood there in a daze, tears welling up in her eyes like a dam bursting.

Although it was the long-awaited answer, how could she be happy? "Lv Tianjiao, you idiot."

"I don't expect to get your love, but why, why don't you even give me the chance to stay by your side?"

Xiao Ling supported herself on the ground with her hands and cried bitterly, her vision blurred by tears.

If the word "true love" is the price for Lu Tianjiao's departure, then she would rather never hear the answer.

At this moment, we are in Shangquanzhou.

In a mortal village somewhere, a white-haired old man with disheveled hair and an empty left sleeve and a gourd wine jug in his right hand was looking up at the light and shadow picture in the sky.

After a long while, he sighed and asked suddenly, "A Chang, what do you think of this Demon Emperor?"

A young man in plain clothes beside him paused for a moment, then answered after a moment's hesitation: "The Demon Emperor is a man of love and justice. He never bullies the weak, nor does he kill innocent people. If he hadn't created the plan for immortals and mortals to live together, I wouldn't have known about the world of immortals."

“So, to me, he is a good person.”

The old man nodded upon hearing this, raised the jug and was about to pour the wine into his mouth, but after pouring for a long time, he only poured out half a drop of wine.

"There's no more wine. Bring me some."

"Why so soon? I'm out of money! And you said you would teach me swordsmanship when the time comes. Three years have passed and you haven't taught me a single move. Are you going to drink my wine for free?"

The young man in plain clothes had a dark complexion, and the old man drank wine like water. Where did he get so much money to buy wine?

"Stop talking nonsense! If you want to learn sword skills, go now!"

"Damn you old man Chen, when I learn swordsmanship, you can find a way to earn money to buy a bar!"

The young man in plain clothes cursed, but still turned around and left the courtyard to buy wine for the old man.

If he didn't want to learn the sword skills that the old man had three years ago, he wouldn't have saved money to buy wine for the old man.

At the same time, somewhere in the state.

A woman in a green dress stared blankly at the light and shadow scene in the sky with tears in her eyes.

"You're not dead"