Chapter 385 Desolation
Many years ago,
When Yang Qingyun was still practicing in the Changchun Temple at the sect's lower level, he was just a newcomer who had just entered the initial bone-tempering realm of martial arts. Although he had accumulated knowledge from his previous life, he had never been exposed to the higher and broader scenery of this world, and knew nothing about the world beyond.
The innate realm is still the goal he strives to achieve.
The sect that was above the seven mundane nations only existed in his imagination and he could only look up to it with awe in his heart.
At that time, in an unexpected incident, he uncovered the conspiracy of the Moro Cult, and by chance rescued Shen Yanzhao and others who were trapped in the hands of the enemy, and since then he has been in contact with them.
Afterwards, Shen Yanzhao and others were promoted to enter the sect through the competition and before they became official disciples, in order to keep each other warm and avoid being bullied after entering the sect, they selected some people with suitable character and strength from the top disciples of Changchun Temple that year, formed the Changsheng Society, and invited Yang Qingyun to join.
At that time, Yang Qingyun knew nothing about the sect, and about the future.
I was also at a loss.
For some reasons, he joined the Changsheng Society, hoping to have a companion after entering the sect.
However, no one expected what would happen later. After Yang Qingyun entered the sect and became a new inner disciple, his cultivation level improved rapidly due to a higher platform, strong accumulation, good luck, etc. He soon broke through the internal organ training realm and entered the innate realm. His status directly surpassed that of an outer disciple and became an inner disciple.
After that, there was a huge gap between them, and the contact naturally faded.
Until later when the Changsheng Society ran into trouble, Yang Qingyun also lent a hand and helped them solve the problems they encountered.
Whenever Yang Qingyun needed to get some information, Changsheng Society would also spend manpower to help.
But as Yang Qingyun's cultivation continued to improve at a rapid pace, the gap between them continued to widen, and the paths between them eventually became farther and farther apart.
Even until he became a direct disciple of the sect,
The former members of the Changsheng Society no longer have the qualifications to even see him.
It’s not because Yang Qingyun despises the poor and loves the rich.
It was because his cave was located deep in the Tianji Mountains.
It is difficult for a warrior who is not at the Grandmaster level to safely travel through the vast mountains and find the cave where he is in seclusion.
My former classmates in the lower house are getting further and further away.
Yang Qingyun had expected this.
Prejudice in people's hearts is a huge mountain. Identity is there. Even if Yang Qingyun doesn't care, forcing him to sit with them will eventually make the latter feel uneasy.
This is totally unnecessary.
If one day you feel tired and nostalgic, it is enough to go back to these old friends, have a glass of wine and talk about the past.
It's like a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, returning to his hometown after many years, taking a look at the scenery deep in his memory, having a meal with old classmates, chatting about interesting things many years ago that he probably has forgotten, and leaving after eating and drinking, without too many memories.
But Yang Qingyun never expected that
He never lived to see that day.
Now the bodies of Shen Yanzhao and others are lying here, completely lifeless.
As the sun sets,
The sky is full of flames,
If writers and poets could write poems that would be sung through the ages.
But Yang Qingyun only felt a desolate feeling, and he let out a long sigh.
The dust of the times is like a mountain when it falls on a person.
Certain thoughts were lingering in his mind, and he felt even more deeply touched by this sentence.
Not everyone is like him. His strength has increased rapidly. Until now, as long as he does not leave the Void Realm on the battlefield that stretches for thousands of miles, no one in the world can pose a threat to him.
Whether it is Shen Yanzhao, Li Anming, or other members of the Changsheng Society, they are just ordinary people in the sect.
Maybe they are geniuses in the outside world,
But among the many geniuses in the sect, they are just ordinary ones.
They don't have the extraordinary talent to stand out among so many geniuses, nor do they have the trump cards to easily challenge opponents of higher levels.
They are just warriors who have just entered the innate realm, and perhaps they were happy about their breakthrough and advancement to the innate realm not long ago.
Perhaps they are also carrying the earnest expectations of their parents and family.
As Yang Qingyun knew, Shen Yanzhao was born into a powerful family in the State of Chu.
But the family had already fallen into decline.
His parents had high hopes for him since he was young. They saved money and spent huge amounts of money to train him in martial arts so that he could lay a good foundation from an early age.
He did not disappoint his parents. Compared to others, he worked very hard in practicing martial arts and was always the favorite child in the eyes of other families.
I heard that when Shen Yanzhao was promoted to the Xiantian realm and became an inner disciple, his parents celebrated wildly and his father was drunk for three days and three nights.
But so what?
In this war, the enemy will not show mercy because of who you are or who you know.
As long as the Void Realm does not fall, Yang Qingyun will now be invincible in this conflict between the Shengji Sect and the Xuanling Sect.
But these ordinary inner disciples of the Xiantian realm are nothing but cannon fodder at the bottom level.
Those geniuses who have made a great name for themselves on the battlefield have nothing to do with them.
A battle encounter,
You may lose your life; life and death are not in our control.
Yang Qingyun raised his head and looked around at the battlefield littered with corpses.
After all, he arrived a little late, and not many people from the Shengji Sect were able to survive.
Among the dead were not only old acquaintances such as Shen Yanzhao from the Changsheng Society, but also those from the same class who had no connection with him but whom he could recognize and call out their names.
Familiar faces are passing away,
Perhaps after who knows how many years, I will be the only one to walk to the end, alone.
However, these are too far away, and Yang Qingyun did not spend too much energy on it. That is something he needs to consider in the future.
Now he,
Because of the sadness of the passing of an old friend,
There was also a surge of silent anger.
He doesn't know.
In this war conflict that lasted for several years, many fellow disciples died at the hands of the Xuanling Sect.
The sect had been losing ground over the years, and its territory in the Tiannan region had shrunk by half. The number of casualties from each defeat was definitely not small! And among them, how many of them would be his former friends? Yang Qingyun couldn't imagine it! He stood there for a long moment.
His gaze became firm.
Step out,
Amid the surprised gazes of the remaining people around him, he disappeared into the distant void.
Before that,
He did not have any big ambitions, he just wanted to see if he could find some clues in this war about why his previous sect was destroyed not long after.
But now, seeing the body of his old friend lying in front of him, and thinking of how many of his fellow students had died in this battle line that stretched for hundreds or thousands of miles, a crazy idea came to his mind.
He wants to end this war!
(End of this chapter)
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