Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Ever since the foundation stone of Yanwu fell, the sound of joy soaring into the sky has been endless.

The heads of several major families, as well as hundreds of thousands of survivors, were all immersed in this boiling ocean. Sounds of heart-rending laughter, roars, and cries... one after another in the continuous cluster of docks.

Finally, won.

This long suffering has finally come to an end.

Every Yanwu person who has survived to this day knows what the white stone tablet standing in front of Wubao means. With it, the wild demons can no longer invade Yanwu, and the survivors no longer have to live under the fear of being polluted by the wild poison all day long. Fenghu, which Yanwu relies on to maintain prosperity, will gradually return Clear, return to the spirit-filled appearance.

More importantly, those who have passed away will finally rest in peace.

And those who caused the tragedy with their own hands will surely pay the price.

This is the meaning of the cornerstone of the wilderness, and it is also the vision Lu Zhiyao promised to all the survivors when he first came to Yanwu. During this period of time, facing the Ming Sect on the lake, not only Lu Zhiyao and Qin Muzhou were desperately resisting, but hundreds of thousands of Yanwu people were also doing their best. Although they were mortals and had weak strength, they could win bit by bit. The combination of hard work and will is a powerful force that no one can underestimate.

It took Yanwu two days to accelerate the condensation of the cornerstone of the Desolation, not only because Qin Muzhou burned his own origin, but also because hundreds of thousands of Yanwu people burned their own efforts.

But now, the fruits of hard work have finally matured.

So, where is the person who should be standing at the top, leading everyone to harvest the harvest and celebrate victory?

At Yanwu Pier, an old man wearing light armor, riding against the breeze, landed gracefully behind Qin Muzhou.

The old man's surname was Qi, and he was Qi Mingxiu, the head of the Qi family. After Bai Jingya's death, the Bai family completely lost power in Yanwu, and the Qi family was the first family in Yanwu.

The head of the first family is now more than 500 years old. His seniority is almost firmly at the top of Yanwu. His combined cultivation is enough to be called an ancestor in Jiuzhou Continent. Now he is jointly owned by the six major families of Yanwu. He was elected as the master and came to invite the immortal to return to his throne.

Qi Mingxiu was in a state of excitement when he arrived, and on the way to Yufeng, he seemed to have seen the beautiful future that belonged to Yanwu and Qijia. After this battle, Desolation will be defeated, and Yanwu, as the place where the Deer Immortal Lord can conquer Desolation, may become the spiritual mountain of the new era! As the hero of the decisive battle, the Qi family has countless benefits...

However, when he landed, Qi Mingxiu felt an inexplicable sad wind, which extinguished the heat in his heart.

Looking at the shaky figure in front of him, the old man was both in awe and a little puzzled. He hesitated for a moment and asked first: "Chief Immortal, do you need to take some elixirs to recuperate? Although Wubao has run out of elixirs, each family should still have some..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Muzhou shook his head and sighed: "No need, I'm just a little tired. After that...anyway, why are you looking for me?"

Qi Mingxiu said quickly: "Chief Immortal, now the foundation stone of Yanwu's desolation has been completed, and the desolate demon Bai Wuhou has also been defeated and retreated... All the people of Yanwu are waiting for you and the instructions of Lu Xianzun."

Qin Muzhou was silent for a while and then said: "Senior Sister Lu... she must have taken a step in advance. You should all have seen it."

Qi Mingxiu nodded, even more confused.

The moment after the foundation stone of Dinghuang fell, everyone saw Lu Zhiyao on the front line of the dock rising into the sky like a retrograde meteor and heading west.

She had obviously gone through a long decisive battle, her body was covered in wounds, her immortal energy was in vain, and she couldn't even perfectly cope with the bone-shattering wind after flying into the Gangfeng layer...but she didn't know why she was in such a hurry to leave.

But Lu Zhiyao's actions have always been unexpected. Now that the overall situation has been decided, the Immortal Lord's few quirks are naturally harmless. It was a pity that Lu Zhiyao could not be invited to declare victory in public, but what difference would it make if it was Qin Muzhou?

"I...I won't go either." Qin Muzhou shook his head, "Senior Sister is leaving in a hurry, so I'd better go and have a look. Everything about Yanwu is up to you. These days, you organize Youfang, it should have been you...Sorry, I have to take the first step."

In the second half of the conversation, Qin Muzhou's tone was calm, but he was obviously a little anxious. Before he could finish these comforting words, he stood up, attracted a white cloud from the sky and fell to the ground to wrap himself around him, and then flew westward like a dragon.

Qi Mingxiu saw that the other party was obviously trying to hold on to his injuries and rush forward with all his strength, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart. But he quickly pushed those ridiculous thoughts out of his mind.

The overall situation of this battle has been decided. Don't think wildly. Just arrange the celebration banquet in Yanwu and wait for the return of the Immortal Lord. And now it is even more important to take advantage of the Immortal Lord's absence to actively consolidate his position of power. After all, Qin Muzhou himself said just now that everything is up to him.

At the same time, among the clouds, Qin Muzhou looked back at Yanwu. The sadness in his heart finally couldn't be restrained. In an instant, the surrounding white clouds were dyed black, and the clear sky was like thick ink, and dark clouds overlapped.

——

Hundreds of miles west of Qin Muzhou, Lu Zhiyao had already arrived at Songjiabao first.

Viewed from the sky, the fortress on the south bank of the Blood River is still solid and intact. The brown shield held up by the mountain guard formation is round and clear, like tangible glass. However, when Lu Zhiyao landed, the fear and anxiety in the castle filled and boiled like reality.

The moment she landed, many people gathered around her, talking and making endless noises.

"Deer Immortal Lord, you must save us!"

"The stone tablet suddenly broke. We really didn't do anything. It broke by itself!"

"You, didn't you say before that the foundation stone could survive the catastrophe? Why..."

"Is this Dinghuang thing really possible? You must not harm us, Immortal Venerable. We all chose to follow you at all costs..."

Lu Zhiyao gritted her teeth and suppressed her impetuousness. She ignored the noise around her and locked onto a confused woman on the periphery of the crowd. She was Song Yuan's aunt. Although she had many problems, she usually took care of Song Yuan and was almost like a foster mother.

"Song Shen! Come here!"

A command with an immortal command directly separated the crowd and grabbed the woman in front of her.

"Where's Song Yuan?!"

The woman who was called for questioning had dull eyes, as if she didn't understand Lu Zhiyao's question. She only murmured, "This is bad, completely bad. I shouldn't have stayed in Songjiabao, I should have gone to the north bank to seek refuge, I knew it..."

"Song Shen!"

However, even if Lu Zhiyao issued the immortal command for the second time, Song Shen still couldn't come back to life. Instead, she kept mumbling to herself, her eyes gradually turned white, and black foam overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Hmph..." Lu Zhiyao took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and restored the necessary rationality.

Now that the foundation stone of the Songjiabao has been broken inexplicably, the situation is basically over. Because once the foundation stone of the Dinghuang is broken, it is impossible to reshape it with the current means. This treasure that gathers the hearts of the people is a gamble that will die if it fails. And the failure of the gamble means that the key location occupied by the Songjiabao has been declared lost and fell into the control of the wasteland. The zombies surrounding him now were the result of the backlash of the Dinghuang Stone's shattering, and they were already showing signs of turning into a wasteland.

As for Yanwu... it was isolated and a single foundation stone could not achieve the Ningyuan Map, which was already a difficult situation. It would be destroyed by the return of the Ming Sect in the future.

However, for Lu Zhiyao, even if things fell to this point, it was not unacceptable.

Mozhou's Dinghuang strategy was certainly important, but compared to the ownership of Mozhou, Lu Zhiyao actually valued the little guy who was born in Mozhou but enjoyed the essence of the Kyushu luck more.

It was not a selfish preference, but Song Yuan really possessed an extremely precious quality, which was far superior to any cultivation talent, and was even more important in this chaotic world... And Lu Zhiyao searched all over Kyushu and read all the people, and Song Yuan was almost the only one.

So, Mozhou could be lost, but Song Yuan could not.

However, if Song Yuan was safe, how could the Dinghuang foundation stone of Songjiabao suddenly shatter? Although the child is young, she is very mature and experienced in handling things. She has learned how to use the resources in the fort to protect the foundation stone of Dinghuang. Even if she encounters any unexpected situation, she should at least be able to notify Lu Zhiyao in time.

However, Lu Zhiyao learned about the fire in the backyard through the invisible ripples when the foundation stone of Dinghuang was broken, and the warning from Song Yuan never came.

What's worse is that Lu Zhiyao is now in Songjiabao, but she can't sense Song Yuan's location!

As the person Lu Zhiyao cares about most, Song Yuan has always been hung with various immortal magic weapons for life-saving and escape, and these magic weapons are each connected to Lu Zhiyao herself. So, even if Song Yuan is dead, at least Lu Zhiyao should be able to feel where her body is.

Unless it is...

Unless it is!

Lu Zhiyao really doesn't want to think about the only possibility, so only when she fully regains her rationality can she decisively force that possibility into her mind, admit it, accept it, and think about subsequent changes based on it.

In the most pessimistic situation, when Song Yuan still cannot save herself with all her magic weapons, there will be several options as a last resort... Among them, losing all traces and leaving no trace means that she has taken the initiative to choose her own burial place based on various considerations.

Located in the gap between the Xumi Cave Heaven of Songjiabao, a crack paradise where even the immortals can fall into it if they make a slight mistake.

That is a cave wonder created by the heavenly calamity. Now only two people know its existence, one is Song Yuan and the other is Lu Zhiyao. Once the pre-arranged cave spirit objects are activated and teleported into the crack, all immortal methods will be cut off from tracing, so Lu Zhiyao will not be able to sense its location.

But since this possibility has been confirmed, going to that crack is just a thought for Lu Zhiyao.

The next moment, Lu Zhiyao shook the immortal essence, tore open an inch of space in front of her, and the whole person turned into rainbow light and drilled into the one-inch door.

Behind the door is the crack paradise attached to the Xumi Cave Heaven of Songjiabao.

It was called Taoyuan, but it looked like a small, bare cave. A Wanming glass lamp hung from the top of the cave, emitting a gentle light, making the space here seem slightly wider. In the soft light, a little girl in a red dress stood with her back to her.

The back was the same as before they parted, but when Lu Zhiyao saw her, her heart ached and blood flowed from her eyes.

Because that skinny little thing could no longer turn around and smile at her innocently.

He could no longer blink his curious eyes and listen to her tell the bizarre stories before crossing.

He could no longer act like a little adult, using Lu Zhiyao's name to command the family elders, and then complete one complicated task after another in the surprised eyes of the people.

Song Yuan, can no longer grow up, can no longer become mature and charming, become smart and powerful, can no longer shine the brilliance that Lu Zhiyao expected.

She is dead.

What is left in this paradise is only a cold and motionless back.

And even this back is just the only remaining beauty that she tried her best to leave for Lu Zhiyao.

When Lu Zhiyao slowly walked around in front of Song Yuan, what she saw was no longer the immature but beautiful face.

It was like a melted candle...flesh, bones, and seven orifices on the face were all mixed into a ball, and then dripped and slid down.

The face of that girl no longer exists in the world.

And this is the most severe symptom of the wasteland.

Body, mind, soul, luck... everything that belongs to her is fighting desperately against the wasteland poison, and then, the ruins left by the wasteland poison are what Lu Zhiyao saw.

In addition, all the fairy treasures on Song Yuan's body were like cold corpses, maintaining their original appearance, hanging on her body... but no longer had any spirituality.

Lu Zhiyao was silent for a long time, and the blood and tears on her cheeks suddenly made a hissing sound, and were evaporated into smoke by the extremely high temperature.

Lu Zhiyao lit a fire in her heart, which quickly evaporated her blood and tears, blurred the scars on her body, and burned away all the hesitation in her heart.

Then, the fire spread and ignited Song Yuan's body. The little girl left only a small piece of dust in the fire.

The small dust was soon burned away, leaving only a clear shadow in Lu Zhiyao's mind.

Song Yuan chose to leave such a trace in this place... Although she didn't have time to say a word to Lu Zhiyao, Lu Zhiyao heard every word she wanted to say.

In silence, time passed by little by little. Lu Zhiyao suddenly raised her head and whispered: "Since you are here, don't hide it unnecessarily. Come and meet me."

"..."

Behind her, a figure suddenly appeared, as if hesitating in place.

Lu Zhiyao urged: "Bai Cheng."

After his name was called, the man finally made up his mind and walked to Lu Zhiyao.

"Senior sister...we haven't seen each other for a long time."