Chapter 214 Sorry

The appearance of Zhou Yannan was not a surprise to Yan Zhishan and others, because anyone could see that Zhou Yannan would not live long, and coming here would just be throwing away his life in vain. But what they did not expect was that the evil creature actually stopped moving.

What they couldn't have imagined was the words from Zhou Yannan's mouth: "Zhou Yannan, the 321st grandson of the Zhou family, pays homage to the ancestors."

Ancestor? Ancestor of the Zhou family?

Everyone knows that the Zhou family is descended from the Tianfu Tianshi lineage, and is the only bloodline that possesses the innate qi. There is only one person who can be called the ancestor by this generation of innate qi inheritors - Zhou Gongming.

Everyone knows that Zhou Hongyi is the first Heavenly Master of Zetian Prefecture, but those with a deep foundation in Taoism all know that as early as the time of Emperor Zhaowu, there was a Taoist named Zhou who claimed to be a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect of Qiongshan in Fengzhou. He once traveled the world to save people. He held a Zhuxinxuan Sword and his figure could be seen wherever there was evil spirit. His shrines were often seen among the people in the countryside.

And that person was Zhou Gongming, the ancestor of the Zhou family and grandfather of Zhou Hongyi, a Taoist monk who was named Duke of Changming by Emperor Zhaowu in historical books.

Yan Zhishan's usually serious face was now full of surprise. He looked at the monster in front of him that was full of murderous aura, and he couldn't believe that it could be the ancestor of the Zhou family from a thousand years ago!

"You just said—"

"Get down the mountain quickly!"

Zhou Yannan interrupted him suddenly, his breath was weak and his face was pale, anyone could see that he was at the end of his strength. Yan Zhishan was not a person who cared about his mother-in-law and mother-in-law. If it were in the past, he would definitely take his people away, at least not to waste others' risking their lives to save him, but this time he couldn't leave.

He clasped his fists towards Zhou Yannan and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou, but I can't leave. The Yin Sha is guarding the tomb, and the fortune has reversed. Someone wants to ascend to heaven by using the Emperor Sha recorded in the ancient book. If I don't stop it, it may become a disaster. I must stop it!"

After saying that, he asked Zeng Zhiyang to take the injured Bai Xianling and others back first, while he went to chase Han Zhong and the others.

However, just as he took a step forward, he was attacked from behind by a sword wind wrapped in murderous aura. He dodged to the side and turned his head to look angrily at Zhou Yannan who was holding the sword of value, "What do you mean by this?!"

"It means you should mind your own business."

While Zhou Yannan was speaking, his body swayed twice, and he simply used the symbol as a crutch to support himself.

The Zhifu Sword has broken countless evil spirits and has tasted the blood of ancestors throughout the generations. It is surrounded by evil spirits and cannot be wielded by ordinary people. He has just used his innate Qi to strike the sword. Every time it struck, his soul was impacted by the evil spirit, making his already weak body even weaker. If Yan Zhishan really wanted to fight him, he would definitely not be able to win, but he had to stop Yan Zhishan from chasing him. This was what he promised Han Zhong.

Yan Zhishan looked grim, "...Do you know what they want to do? Zhou Yannan, as a descendant of the Heavenly Master of Zetianfu, you actually did something that harms society. Are you crazy?!"

"It's not a threat to society. It's just to save people."

"Save people?"

Yan Zhishan laughed in anger, "Are you sure that the person you saved is still himself? Or is he like the evil creature in front of you who has lost his mind and killed innocent people?!"

"He would not kill innocent people. He values ​​the people of the world more than his own life."

"That was when he was alive. Now he has become a demon—"

"He knows."

Yan Zhishan paused, "What?"

"I said he knew he would become a demon a long time ago, and he became a demon voluntarily." Zhou Yannan stared quietly at the blue-white demon creature that was standing there staring at him blankly, and the memory of the consciousness that once existed between his eyebrows emerged in his mind.

"He just wanted to help his friend one last time after his death."

…

In the dim tomb, Jiang Wu stood there blankly, his eyes covered, in the arms of the person behind him, listening to the familiar and gentle voice in his ears, "It's me, I remember everything."

"…When?"

"After I came back from the Clear Water Bay incident, I started to have dreams about what happened back then. The cold palace, my mother, the deposed crown prince, the late emperor, and the first time you and I met, all in a discontinuous and unclear state. I only remembered everything the day before I entered the mountain."

Han Zhong chuckled, "It was so unreal in the dream, but once I woke up I felt like it was something I had really experienced. It was like I slept for a long time and had another long dream. But fortunately, you were in my dream."

"…Why didn't you tell me?"

The voice in his ear stopped, Jiang Wu clenched his hands tightly and said, "Don't lie to me."

The person behind him hugged him tightly, as if to rub him into his body, but his voice was incredibly soft, "You are always obsessed with ascending, but have you ever thought about the fact that no one in the Sima Ming clan has ever successfully ascended, and where have all the Sima Ming masters of the past gone?"

Jiang Wu was stunned there. He had never thought about this problem before. The Siming clan was not passed down by blood. Every member of the Siming clan needed to be found and educated by the previous Siming master before becoming a Siming master. But his master never told him where every generation of Siming clan members had gone.

It seemed that his master also disappeared suddenly one day. Jiang Wuben thought that he was just going to play in the mountains like he had done countless times before, and would be back soon. But it was not until he did not come back for a whole year that he vaguely realized that his master might not come back.

The Siming clan had a long lifespan, so it was impossible for them to die of old age, nor could they be killed by someone, so he always thought that his master was having so much fun that he forgot the way home.

So when Yan Zhong invited him to go down the mountain, he agreed. He also wanted to see what the world was like down there, and what was there that could have made his master never return to Qiling Mountain.

Now Han Zhong gave him the answer.

"They died, at their own hands."

“…”

"Under the vast sky, stars perish after ten thousand years, dynasties fall after a thousand years, and human generations are replaced by hundreds. Nothing is eternal, and the Siming Clan is no exception."

"They are called natural ascenders, who know their destiny and observe their luck. They are detached from the secular world and watch the rise and fall of dynasties and the changes of the world. They think they hold their own destiny in their hands, but in fact, their destiny is worse than that of ordinary people, because their destiny has been written at the moment of birth."

"They are disappointed with the secular human heart and ignore the fact that humans keep repeating the same mistakes. They are like outsiders, trying to change, but finally giving up, tired, but unable to escape, because they cannot leave this world. They are trapped in this world with no way out, watching the tragedy played out thousands of times. In the end, they either choose to destroy everything they are tired of, or kill themselves who cannot escape."

"Ascension is a unique liberation for the Siming clan. It is the third path they have found over the long years."

"If it weren't for me, you would have stayed on this mountain for dozens of centuries, and then foolishly went down the mountain, into the world of mortals, and stayed there for a few more centuries before you got bored. But I made all this happen in advance, filling your short two hundred years with endless longing and pain."

Jiang Wu didn't want to hear him say this, "I'm not in pain."

But I didn't deny that longing.

Han Zhong's drooping eyelashes trembled, and he hugged her tightly, rubbing her ears. His tone was full of endless fatigue, like a traveler who had been on the road for a long time, "...You are a little fool, but I can't let you stay like this."

"You don't know how lonely your future will be. You will meet countless people, get to know each other, and promise to be with each other... and then watch them leave one by one. You will miss them more, feel more pain, and then want to forget it all."

"I don't want to." Jiang Wu was hugged tightly, but he felt that the person hugging him was very strange. He was not Han Zhong, nor was he Yan Zhong, because neither Han Zhong nor Yan Zhong would ever make him sad. "These are all what you think. I am not in pain, but you are making me suffer now. You lied to me, you lied to me to devour your soul, and lied to me to kill you."

"I hate you and I want to kill you," he said calmly.

Han Zhong tilted his head and kissed his warm neck gently, "I'm sorry, can you please stop hating me? I love you."