Although he has become the Great Emperor, defined the devil as the way by his own power, and has never lost his original intention, but in the eyes of the nine phantoms, this is still far from enough.

During his journey of comprehension, time passed very quickly, as if several years passed in just one breath.

It sounds incredible, but Jiang Zhige actually spent tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, in the world of nothingness.

At the same time, Mo Ziyan in the emperor's tomb felt that time was passing very slowly.

Every minute and every second is as painful as a sharp knife cutting into my heart.

The saying "days pass like years" is just like this.

She didn't say a word, nor did she try to guess how long she had been waiting.

Mo Ziyan kept waiting and waiting, hoping to see Jiang Zhige again.

Unfortunately, several years have passed and Jiang Zhige still has not returned.

But for Mo Ziyan, this time is longer than thousands of reincarnations.

She was like a lifeless stone sculpture, standing there motionless.

"Master."

After a long time, Mo Ziyan suddenly muttered to herself.

A line of tears once again slid down her face, which had not shown any expression for a long time.

"Forgive Zi Yan and be selfish for once."

Tears welled up in Mo Ziyan's eyes, but she looked lifeless. She started singing a folk song for no apparent reason.

"I want to end my relationship with you, so that we can live long and never die."

"When the winter thunder roars, the river water dries up."

"In summer, there will be snow, the mountains will be without ridges, and the sky and earth will be united."

"I dare to break off with you"

Mo Ziyan pulled out his own soul and slowly crushed it with force in his palm.

There was only a muffled sound, and her eyes completely lost their luster.

In the ancient emperor's tomb, the once bright and beautiful flowers gradually withered, leaving only a cold corpse.

Jiang Zhige died, and Mo Ziyan will die together.

When Jiang Zhige asked the question at the beginning, in fact, both of them knew the answer very well. He took the initiative to ask just to correct Mo Ziyan's answer, so as to reduce the shackles of love.

Mo Ziyan knew very well that she should not add to Jiang Zhige's burden and should live well for Jiang Zhige. Only living well is what Jiang Zhige wants to see.

However, she really couldn't bear the feeling of losing Jiang Zhige again.

Just as Jiang Zhige chose to conceal the truth and leave alone, Mo Ziyan also chose a selfish love.

In the world of nothingness, time is still passing by little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhige finally had some realization.

Although for the emperor, the love of Mo Ziyan and other women is a shackle that will make the omnipotent Emperor Xuan Cang trapped in his own cocoon.

But from another perspective, this love may not be a bad thing.

Is it impossible to break free from the shackles? Trapped by the word love, Jiang Zhige can only be an ordinary person who is slightly better than ordinary people, and cannot become a real god?

No, Jiang Zhige doesn't think so.

Although demons are demons, they are different in many ways, or it can be said that everyone’s path is different.

And his way, in short, is obsession and protection, a kind of unparalleled magic.

Throughout history, Jiang Zhige was the only one who achieved emperorship through this method. Even if he were to live again, he would not deny it.

Otherwise, what is the meaning of Jiang Zhige's journey to this day? After realizing this, Jiang Zhige did not feel an instant enlightenment, nor did he feel a sudden enlightenment.

Not to mention a breakthrough in realm, his origin hasn't even recovered.

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly, looked up, and the nine shadows had disappeared.

After pondering for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh and said helplessly: "Yes, how can we call it enlightenment when we already know the truth?"

Before coming here, Jiang Zhige had already made clear his path, and now he just thought about it more thoroughly.

The strange thing is that although the nine phantoms did not agree with Jiang Zhige, they did not deny him either.

“My way is not wrong, but what is missing?”

"Or is it that my obsession is not deep enough?"

Jiang Zhige was puzzled and simply didn't think about it any more.

If he could get the answer in a short time, he wouldn't be struggling to understand it here.

Failure is failure, and being discouraged is useless. Perhaps among the three variables in this world, Jiang Zhige is just a foil.

It has been a million years since he attained enlightenment, and the outside world estimates that a long time has also passed. Jiang Zhige can no longer delay, and immediately tears through space and rushes towards the ancient emperor's tomb.

In the ancient emperor's tomb, Mo Ziyan's body has not rotted. She has reached the peak of the Profound Realm of Questioning the Mysterious World. Even after being dead for millions of years, she is still as beautiful as ever.

Unfortunately, although Mo Ziyan's body was not rotten, her lifeless eyes and disheveled hair showed that she had been dead for a long time.

"Brother? Are you nearby?"

"Zi Yan? Can Zi Yan hear me?"

At this moment, Nangong Rou's voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

Next to her stood Su Qingqiu, whose face was already gloomy.

The two women searched the Emperor's Tomb for several years but failed to find Jiang Zhige and Mo Ziyan. If they had not considered the vastness of the Emperor's Tomb, they would probably have thought that Jiang Zhige and Mo Ziyan were in danger.

After walking for a distance, the expressions of the two women suddenly changed drastically, and they turned into streams of light and ran towards Mo Ziyan.

In the ancient emperor's tomb, apart from the fragments of souls reflecting the foreign land, there is neither any vitality nor any atmosphere of desolation.

But here, they inexplicably felt a breath of death.

When the two women stopped, a cold corpse came into view.

“Purple, purple smoke?!”

Nangong Rou's pupils shrank drastically and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't accept what she saw.

Su Qingqiu's face also turned pale, and he saw the cause of Mo Ziyan's death at a glance.

Mo Ziyan committed suicide, and there was no trace of Jiang Zhige around her. The reason why she chose to commit suicide was obvious.

Before the two women could recover from the shock, waves suddenly appeared in the space behind Mo Ziyan.

The next moment, Jiang Zhige's figure emerged from it.

When he saw Nangong Rou and the other girl, before he could confirm the situation, he noticed the cold body in front of him that had been dead for a long time.

Mo Ziyan was kneeling on the ground with her hair disheveled.

There was no life in her eyes, not even the sadness she showed before her death.

Jiang Zhige felt as if struck by lightning, and his brain was buzzing.

Like Su Qingqiu, he could tell the cause of Mo Ziyan's death at a glance.

She explained it to him again and again before leaving, so why did Mo Ziyan still do something stupid? "Girl?"

Jiang Zhige's mind went blank. He reached out to help Mo Ziyan, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

After who knows how many years, he once again experienced what it felt like to lose his mind.

At this moment, rather than fear and regret, Jiang Zhige could not express any emotion at all.

Even though he saw Mo Ziyan's body with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Mo Ziyan was dead.

"Jiang Zhige!!"

Su Qingqiu stepped forward and slapped Jiang Zhige's hand away, his expression extremely cold.

"No matter what happened, at least now, you have no right to touch her."

Su Qingqiu's voice was gloomy, as if he was suppressing his anger.

After she finished speaking, she ignored Jiang Zhige and immediately bent over to check on Mo Ziyan's condition.