It is as majestic as a mountain, as if it can support the world and make people feel peaceful and free from fear or despair.

Nangong Rou's expression was dull, her lips were trembling, and tears were flowing silently from her eyes.

Familiar, really familiar.

Even if she were to reincarnate for a hundred lifetimes, she would never forget Jiang Zhige's back.

The many ferocious eyeballs in the sky all turned to look at Jiang Zhige, and laughed hoarsely and sinisterly: "Brother Jiang, are you really not dead?"

Jiang Zhige did not move, but looked up and met the ferocious eyes in the sky.

Boom! With just one glance, the terrifying giant eye that had made everyone's heart tremble with fear disappeared on the spot.

In the void outside the domain, Liu Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and a line of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Jiang, you are really a big threat."

Liu Qi laughed sinisterly and disappeared into the void.

This one glance actually made him feel a little chilly.

Jiang Zhige's eyes seemed to be saying: A hundred years later, the first person I will kill will be you.

Inside Xuancang Holy Land, everyone gradually came back to their senses.

The person who came with such terrifying power was indeed Emperor Xuan Cang, and he did not die in the Zhengyang Temple.

Lu Tianjiao felt relieved and said helplessly: "Brother Jiang, if you come any later, I will lose face as the Sword Master."

The two of them came together, so he naturally knew that Jiang Zhige was nearby.

If Lu Tianjiao could resolve the crisis, Jiang Zhige would not have to show up.

Unfortunately, Liu Qi happened to be watching outside the domain, causing Jiang Zhige to reveal the truth about his existence.

Before Jiang Zhige could reply, he was suddenly hugged from behind by a delicate body.

At this moment, Nangong Rou no longer had any trace of one of the ten beauties in heaven. She was crying so hard that she couldn't utter a word, and her clear snot was almost sticking to Jiang Zhige's back.

Feeling the other person's body temperature, Nangong Rou finally dared to believe that she was not dreaming and that her brother was not dead.

This is the person I have cried for day and night for thirty years and I always want to see him again.

"Asshole. Big asshole."

"If you are still alive, why did you come to me only now?"

Nangong Rou choked up and cried intermittently, making it almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

"Mingming Rouer already knows she's wrong."

After saying this, she could no longer cry out, and only silent but surging tears remained.

Jiang Zhige was so confused that he was speechless for a moment.

The surviving monks had solemn expressions on their faces and all knelt on one knee to salute Jiang Zhige.

"Welcome back, Emperor!"

"Welcome back, Emperor!"

They understood that as long as Jiang Zhige was not dead, the fate of the heaven would not come to an end.

Not far away, Bai Wuji looked like a madman, laughing hysterically.

Fortunately, he was still obsessed with revenge, and only now realized that he was probably nothing in Jiang Zhige's eyes.

Jiang Zhige was indeed not in his prime, and he did ascend to the semi-emperor, but so what? Liu Qi had made it very clear that the realm of the great emperor was the truth of all the world, and even if the semi-emperor had nine turns of the heavenly wheel, he could not match one percent of the power of the great emperor.

With Bai Wuji's qualifications, even if he were given another ten thousand or even a hundred thousand years, he would not be able to reach the emperor realm.

After a long while, Jiang Zhige sighed and said in a low voice: "Rou'er, there are still many people watching."

"I don't care. My brother is an idiot. Rou'er won't let go."

Nangong Rou was still sobbing, and her arms around Jiang Zhige became even tighter.

Jiang Zhige suddenly felt a headache. Compared with Mo Ziyan's uncontrollable longing, Nangong Rou was truly willful.

He really wanted to push Nangong Rou away immediately and cut off her feelings for him. However, when he heard the crying filled with longing and sorrow behind him, how could he do it?

Seeing that Nangong Rou was unwilling to let go, Jiang Zhige had no choice but to give up and turned back to look at the black hole that was emitting endless demonic energy.

In fact, it’s better this way. At least Nangong Rou won’t kneel down for a long time like Mo Ziyan, making Jiang Zhige suffer from guilt and betrayal.

Next to the black hole, Bai Wuji did not run away, but stared at Jiang Zhige with hatred in his eyes.

He continued laughing wildly and roared hysterically, "Jiang Zhige! You won't be so proud for long! When the formation is broken in seventy years, you and this world will be crushed by the iron hooves of the three demon emperors!"

Jiang Zhige's expression returned to indifference. He said nothing and just looked at Bai Wuji quietly.

Bai Wuji became even more angry when he saw this, and he wanted to tear this handsome face that looked like a devil into pieces.

"Jiang Zhige! How dare you be called the supreme ruler of heaven with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness?!"

"Putting aside the crimes you committed after becoming emperor, how many sins did you commit and how many innocent people did you kill before you became emperor?!"

"A beast like you, even if I die a thousand times, it's not enough!!"

Bai Wuji's expression was almost distorted, and his voice was filled with terrifying and deep hatred.

Thinking of the piles of corpses of his tribesmen and the bloody and miserable faces of his parents, he was almost tortured to the point of losing his mind, and has been striving for revenge for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, his enemy was too powerful. Even if Bai Wuji had embarked on the path of evil like him, there was no way he could kill Jiang Zhige.

At this point, since revenge is impossible, there is no point for Bai Wuji to live in disgrace. He can only die with hatred at the hands of his enemy.

The monks had complicated expressions and remained silent.

Compared with Jiang Zhige who remained calm, Bai Wuji who roared helplessly looked like a clown.

Thinking about it now, he was not that hateful, but more pathetic.

At this moment, Jiang Zhige said calmly: "Then what do you want me to do?"

This one sentence instantly froze Bai Wuji's expression, and countless thoughts flooded his head.

If we put ourselves in Jiang Zhige's shoes, what would he do a thousand years ago?

Thinking of this, Bai Wuji could no longer suppress his emotions and tears welled up in his eyes.

The one who was wrong was not Jiang Zhige, nor the incompetent scum of the Bai family, but Bai Wuji, who had poor cultivation. He was unable to protect his family, nor was he able to take revenge on Jiang Zhige.

This time, Bai Wuji did not feel much resentment. He asked in a trembling voice, "Jiang Zhige, you are also seeking revenge. I have nothing to say."

"But what was wrong with my parents who were brutally slaughtered and my seven-year-old sister who was buried in the monster's belly because of the destruction of my family?"

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"Bai Wuji, I am not a perfect person."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bai Wuji completely collapsed. With tears in his eyes, he laughed wildly, and his laughter was filled with sorrow and grief.

In the end, it’s just that I’m not perfect.

Jiang Zhige is not perfect, nor is he a compassionate Buddhist Bodhisattva.

He would not sacrifice everything for a passerby, nor would he abandon his hatred for the Bai family for the innocent Bai Wuji.