Standing on the Fengdu city wall, gazing at the slightly dim stars and clouds in the distance, he touched the mottled bluestone bricks, as if her warmth still remained. At that time, she must have been in despair standing on the city wall.
She never compromised, that was her usual character.
How wonderful it would be if he had taken Jing Zhi and Shen Mo to a paradise in their previous life. At least, he wouldn't...wouldn't have such regrets. It turns out that a hundred years of life as a mortal could also make him so envious.
His sharp nails pierced into the cold bricks and stones, and his throat became more bitter, even more bitter than the black medicine he had drunk. It was so bitter that even breathing was painful.
What does it matter if I'm reluctant? As long as she can live a happy life in the future, it's all good.
He looked at the endless stream of souls lined up in an orderly manner under the city wall, and his expression gradually relaxed. He even envied those souls who could enter reincarnation. After he disappeared... they wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate.
He wanted to give her a dream, a beautiful dream in which no one left and no one was hurt. He was a dreamer who wove dreams. He wanted to keep her smile in his heart forever, but... he couldn't do it.
He felt an unprecedented sense of dejection and powerlessness, and the despair surging like a tide gradually swept over his body and soul. He slid down the moss-covered brick wall, and hopelessness spread in his dim eyes.
The Eternal Evil Fiend, the Vermillion Bird Blood Formation, the silver-faced, arrogant eyes stared at the fleeing Immortal Lords, the Immortal Lords who were desperately trying to break out of the barrier and escape, laughing to themselves, a arrogant smile, "Hahahaha! Still thinking of escaping?"
Laojun's face turned a pale grey, even his sleeves were covered in wrinkles. He said, "Third Prince! What do you mean by this? Shouldn't we wait for the Corpse King to arrive before activating the magic circle?"
Silver-faced man looked as if he had heard a joke. Wisps of blood hung in the air, and his eyes were stained with a bloodshot color. Gently pushing Laojun away, he said, "This formation can indeed completely destroy the Corpse King... but... the price is the lives of all the living beings in the six realms! No one will be spared!"
He is crazy.
This was Laojun's only thought as he watched the Vermillion Bird and the Black Bird flying out of the blood formation. The high-pitched bird calls resounded throughout the entire fairy world, but they were not a message of good news, but a tragic song that completely disappointed the fairies.
As the Vermillion Bird and the Black Bird soared in the sky, traces of blood fell on the face of the Immortal Lord. The blood beads slowly devoured the Immortal Lord, as if wanting the Immortal Lord to experience the pain of his body disappearing. It would start from the limbs and slowly melt into blood, then the body, and finally the head. After a few breaths, the Immortal Lord's body was completely digested and turned into blood and merged with the Vermillion Bird and the Black Bird.
Scene after scene played out before Laojun's eyes. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and his usual steady steps began to stagger. He shouted, "You are really crazy! You will die too!"
He let the blood fall on the back of his hand, and smiled again, "I didn't intend to live anyway. Now guess, will the Corpse King, whom you regard as a thorn in your side, come to save the six realms?"
Only the immortal kings in the fairy world who claim to be high and mighty can do such an ungrateful thing.
The word "hate" can make people forget about life and death.
His body was slowly melting. Yinmian seemed to see the man in black robes floating down from the sky. An undisguised smile appeared on his face. "Brother Cangwu!"
The man stretched out his hand and led him away.
Bang!
Silver-faced man's body disappeared in an instant.
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