Bang! Nangong Rou was instantly pierced by the black snake. Her eyes lost all their luster and she fell straight into the dark and bottomless void.

Jiang Zhige's heart trembled wildly. Just as he was about to go over to rescue him, he was suddenly stabbed in the back by a sharp knife.

Phew!

Demonic energy spread and blood gushed out.

Looking at the sharp blade of the demon soldier that pierced his chest, Jiang Zhige's face was full of disbelief.

He slowly turned his head and saw Ning Qiu Shui looking at him with indifference.

Jiang Zhige tried to see a trace of sadness in Ning Qiu Shui's eyes, but there was none.

When the magic weapon was pulled out, Jiang Zhige vomited blood from his mouth, and the magic energy and spiritual power in his body ran rampant, no longer under his control.

Who could have thought that Ning Qiu Shui would launch a sneak attack on Jiang Zhige at this time?

In fact, there was no need for a sneak attack at all, as Jiang Zhige was not on guard against Ning Qiu Shui at all.

After dozens of days of fierce fighting, Jiang Zhige was no longer in his prime. This attack containing such terrifying demonic power almost killed him on the spot.

"Autumn Water."

Jiang Zhige tried to ask something, but he no longer had any strength and fell into the endless void like Nangong Rou.

Before his consciousness faded, Jiang Zhige still looked at Ning Qiu Shui in disbelief.

There was no mercy in those familiar beautiful eyes, and the slightest bit of reluctance was only fleeting.

Knowing each other for a thousand years and loving each other for a hundred years, has it always been just a lie of Ning Qiushui? Even at this moment, Jiang Zhige could not bring up the slightest hatred towards Ning Qiushui, only incomprehension.

He couldn't figure out what exactly caused Ning Qiushui to kill him. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhige had no chance to know everything.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhige woke up from his trance.

He opened his eyes and saw a jungle with lush vegetation and poor spiritual energy all around him.

Jiang Zhige's face was pale, his mind was still blank and he was unable to think.

The cold expression on Ning Qiu Shui's face when she pierced his chest kept appearing before his eyes like a nightmare.

"No, there must be something fishy going on."

Jiang Zhige was a great emperor after all. After a period of trance, he decided to cheer up.

He wants to stay alive, find Ning Qiu Shui again and ask for the truth of the matter.

Jiang Zhige struggled and tried to get up from the ground, but before he could stand firmly, he fell down again.

This time he fell heavily to the ground and was unable to get up despite his best efforts.

Obviously, after escaping from the endless void, Jiang Zhige was injured by more than just Ning Qiu Shui's knife.

Jiang Zhige's face looked extremely ugly, and he used his remaining spiritual power to look inside his body.

This glance instantly struck Jiang Zhige's mind like a bolt from the blue.

The source of Tao was completely dissipated, the spiritual roots were gone, the Yuan Sea was shattered, and the injuries to the body were also extremely serious.

If it weren't for his immortal body that was still able to function, Jiang Zhige would have died long ago.

At this moment, he is even more miserable than Lu Tianjiao was back then.

Back then, Lu Tianjiao had at least reached the spiritual martial arts realm, while Jiang Zhige was at most just physically stronger than an ordinary person.

Now that he has fallen into an unknown world and Jiang Zhige is unable to cultivate and recover, how can he return to heaven and ask Ning Qiu Shui for the truth?

The former Emperor Xuan Cang, the former Lord of the Heavens, has now become a complete waste.

His fate after that would most likely be starving to death in this mortal jungle.

They all say that he fell from heaven to dust, but how much more could Jiang Zhige do?

"No, I won't give up."

"There are still so many things I haven't done. How can I die in a place like this?"

Jiang Zhige's fingers were deeply stuck in the mud as he struggled to get up.

Every time he managed to prop himself up a little, he would fall down again. This happened several times but he still couldn't get up.

Not long after trying, Jiang Zhige, who had always been firm in his faith, had the urge to give up.

He thought that maybe it would be a good thing to die here and now, at least he wouldn't have to live such a hard life anymore.

Over the past thousand years, whenever Jiang Zhige couldn't hold on any longer, there would always be the right person by his side.

Nangong Rou, Mo Ziyan, and Ning Qiu Shui all acted like bright lights, guiding Jiang Zhige in the direction of his progress.

Now, Jiang Zhige has lost his direction.

Nangong Rou doesn't know whether she is alive or dead, and Mo Ziyan has lost her memory.

Ning Qiu Shui betrayed Su Qingqiu inexplicably and broke up with her.

From then on, Jiang Zhige didn't know what the meaning of persisting was, and he didn't know why he continued to choose to practice magic.

I have become a useless person anyway, and perhaps I can never return to heaven. There is no need for me to make any futile efforts.

After being depressed for a long time, Jiang Zhige almost lost control of his body. He collapsed to the ground numbly, quietly waiting for death to come.

Time passed quietly, but his life passed at an extremely slow speed.

Torment, immense torture.

What is tormenting me is not the impending death, but the shame of choosing to give up.

Why is it that every time, Jiang Zhige always needs others to light the lamp, but he can't do it himself?

The Dao heart built up by Nangong Rou and the others seemed as strong as black iron, but in fact it was as fragile as thin paper.

As a great emperor of a world, he gave up without much trying. Was he praying for someone else to come to his rescue and light a bright light for him to move forward? The faces of Nangong Rou and the other girls flashed through his mind again, and Jiang Zhige's expression gradually became firm.

A voice in his heart told him that he must not fall in such a place.

This time, it was himself who prompted him to strengthen his resolve.

Jiang Zhige tried to get up again despite the pain all over his body.

If you fail once, try again.

As long as you're not dead, there's always a chance to do it.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhige finally managed to stand up, looking for something to support himself, and walked out of the jungle little by little.

At this time, he was not much better than an ordinary person. He also felt hungry and had to find some food to fill his stomach as soon as possible.

A few days later, a town came into view.

The spiritual energy in this world is extremely weak, and the towns are naturally mortal towns.

Jiang Zhige didn't have time to think about it. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy and could hardly hold the wooden stick in his hand.

Jiang Zhige tried his best to stay conscious and think about his next move.

First you have to get food, then find a place to settle down, so that you have the energy to seek a chance to recover your strength.

However, Jiang Zhige is just an ordinary man now. Not to mention opening the storage space that contains countless treasures, he can't even open the storage rings on his fingers.

"Yes, a storage ring."

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhige's mind became a little clearer, and he staggered into the town.