Later, Feng Heyun also felt agitated looking at the cenotaph.
A fire burned down all the cenotaphs, leaving only the jar of mulberry wine.
He seemed to think that wasn't enough, and finally burned the entire Zhenlin Peak to the ground. This sinful place had no reason to exist in the first place.
The flames should wash all of this away.
And flames are precisely the representative element of Shen Sangruo. Feng Heyun looked at the mountain peak engulfed by flames and actually revealed a smile.
"In this way, you should be able to atone for your destruction of this place."
“I should have let you destroy this place yourself, but since you are busy with matters concerning the cultivation world and evil cultivators, I will not disturb you and will do this for you.”
In Feng Heyun's view, everyone who had ever hurt Shen Sangruo should ultimately atone for their sins with death.
Master Lingxiao and his fellow disciples have all perished, and so will his fate.
He was the first among the six to rediscover Shen Sangruo's feelings for them, and after so much time, he should have seen it clearly by now.
She's truly not coming back, so there's no point in him bothering her anymore.
Of those who have died, apart from Luo Chu, who among them didn't do a series of crazy things in order to win back Shen Sangruo?
In the end, all that was gained was Chen Sangruo's increased disgust and her merciless killing.
Having learned from so many past mistakes, he naturally didn't want to follow in their footsteps, nor did he want his relationship with Shen Sangruo to become even more strained.
But that doesn't mean he has no attachment to this matter. It has become a lifelong regret and obsession for the six of them, something they can never forget.
He had no way to start a new life and was destined to be trapped in the same place forever by this matter, only able to watch Chen Sangruo walk away little by little, his heart breaking.
Until Shen Sanruo completely disappeared from his world, he no longer knew how to live.
Feng Heyun only wanted to atone for his past actions and then end his sinful life.
The fire on Zhenlin Peak burned for several days, reducing everything that once stood there to nothing.
When the other cultivators of the Flying Cloud Sect saw the fire, they tried to put it out, but they couldn't get through the restrictions of Zhenlin Peak.
Feng Heyun also stepped forward and said that he had started the fire and that it did not need to be put out.
Now only Feng Heyun remains on Zhenlin Peak, and it seems that things on Zhenlin Peak have naturally fallen into Feng Heyun's hands.
The elders couldn't bear to watch any longer and, fearing something might go wrong, quickly reported the matter to Shen Daochen.
"Sect Master, what should we do about the fire on Zhenlin Peak?"
"Let it be, don't bother with it, it's just an empty mountain." Shen Daochen forced himself to sit in the armchair, his face still showing signs of exhaustion.
With Lingxiao Zhenren gone and Chen Sangruo gone, it doesn't matter what happens to Zhenlin Peak.
Moreover, he no longer had the energy to deal with these trivial matters.
After several months of recuperation, Shen Daochen's illness should have been fully cured, but his condition is still not good.
The elders of the medical pavilion said that he was suffering from excessive worry, which was a mental illness. They advised him to pay more attention to maintaining a cheerful mood and not to worry too much.
But how could he possibly feel happy in this situation?
Everything he cared about was gone, and the Flying Cloud Sect was declining day by day. Whenever he thought about it, he could only sigh.
"Sect Master, the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits has sent a message regarding the survival of evil cultivators and the cultivation world. They want us to send people over to help us overcome this crisis."
Shen Daochen glanced at the contents of the letter; the situation was explained very clearly.
"Has the cultivation world really come to this?" He sighed softly. "Take everyone you can with you. It will be your contribution to the cultivation world."
He used to think that those evil cultivators were nothing special, so he didn't take the affairs of the cultivation world to heart. Instead, he wanted to find his daughter.
Only now do we realize the severity of the situation. Moreover, the Flying Cloud Sect's fortunes have run out in his hands. After all, it's a sect that so many people have poured their hearts and souls into building. At this final moment, we should try our best to salvage as much of its reputation as possible.
Let the Flying Cloud Sect exit the stage with some dignity.
Shen Daochen has been having recurring dreams about the previous sect leader and the ancestors of the Flying Cloud Sect lately. He feels guilty and ashamed to face them.
"I'll take people with me?" The elder looked slightly surprised. "What about you, Sect Master? Aren't you coming along?"
"I won't go." Shen Daochen closed his eyes, looking extremely tired, as if his body had been completely drained.
In his current state, he is of no help whatsoever on the battlefield.
Moreover, if he went, he would probably only incur Shen Sangruo's disgust, so it would be better not to go.
"Go down." Shen Daochen waved his hand.
After the elder left, he struggled to his feet and walked to the table.
This place used to be filled with all sorts of sect affairs, but now he hasn't been involved in sect affairs for a long time, and what's here are some of Shen Sangruo's old belongings.
There was her swaddling clothes from when she was a child, the hair tie she used to tie her hair when she was a little older, and a spirit stone without any spiritual energy, which was the spiritual energy she absorbed after her first time drawing energy into her body.
As Shen Daochen looked at these objects, he couldn't help but recall the process of Shen Sanruo growing up from a babbling infant.
Those scenes seem like they happened just yesterday. Back then, Shen Sangruo, who wasn't even as tall as his thigh, would chase after him, calling him "Daddy."
Thinking of these things, Shen Daochen couldn't help but twitch his lips and smile, as if his fatigue had lessened.
Even though they are not related by blood, she is still the daughter he raised with his own hands. How could he easily sever the bond between father and daughter?
He examined each item carefully, caressing them, and seeing the items reminded him of Shen Sangruo's appearance back then.
But after she became a disciple of Master Lingxiao and moved to Zhenlin Peak, many of these things disappeared.
From a few scattered items, there weren't even any left.
The closest item to this moment was the gift he prepared for Chen Sangruo's coming-of-age ceremony: a red jade hairpin.
It was supposed to be given to Shen Sangruo when she was fifteen, but it is still in his hands now.
He couldn't remember exactly what happened at the time, only that because Shen Sanruo and Bai Mumu were born on the same day, their coming-of-age ceremonies were on the same day.
But at that time he felt that Shen Sanruo was different from Bai Mumu. She was going to become the leader of a sect and should focus more on cultivation. So, the coming-of-age ceremony should be simple.
Since Bai Mumu had just returned to his side, he felt insecure, so he naturally wanted to hold a grand coming-of-age ceremony to show how much he valued her.
Later, perhaps because Shen Sanruo appeared at the coming-of-age ceremony early, he felt that she was not self-disciplined enough, was greedy for pleasure, or for some other reason, he did not give her the red jade hairpin.
He remembered that Shen Sanruo was disappointed for a long time, but in fact he had prepared a gift for her.
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