After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Looking at Chen Zun hiding in the shadows, he heard the low sigh of a lonely man.

The people outside the mirror trembled inwardly, looking very uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that these words were actually spoken by the strongest man on Tianluo Continent.

Everyone thought that he was the aloof Master of Tianxu Palace, the supreme being above all ten thousand people.

But I never thought about it deeply.

Behind this seemingly prosperous situation, it was supported by his own strength.

Except for Tianxu Palace, no one can understand him.

And he himself was carrying something that no one could understand.

The devil's cave, the seabed seal, the worries of the incarnation of the alien demon, the demons who are always on guard, and the incomprehension of the immortal sects...

The pressure of all this was too great, and no one could bear it for long, but he could bear it himself.

He couldn't talk to anyone and could only sigh in the lonely and cold palace.

It's like a dog that was bullied outside and returned to its kennel to lick its wounds secretly.

It's so pitiful and sad.

Looking back on Chen Zun's life, who can truly understand him?

If he hadn't done it for that trivial promise, if he hadn't kept in mind Master's last wish, or even if he had changed his mind, he would have lived a more comfortable life than anyone else in the world.

But he didn't. Amidst the incomprehensible scoldings, he has been using his own strength to fight against all crises and support the entire world of Tianluo Continent.

Everyone on Tianluo Continent owes this man so much...

There was silence in front of Tianxu Palace, and sadness spread.

……

The scene changes.

In the blink of an eye, it’s been another forty years.

this day.

Within Tianyuan Sect.

In front of the main peak.

An old man with white beard and hair walked to the cave where Xu Huayun lived.

Now living inside is Tianyuan Saint Zhao Lingyun.

The old man's face was gray and his eyes were cloudy, but his body was strong and strong. He said loudly: "This disciple has come to see the saint."

After a moment, Zhao Lingyun's voice came out.

"Fu Siyuan, what are you doing here?"

This old man is actually Fu Siyuan!

It is unbelievable that in just a few years, only forty years, he has changed from a middle-aged appearance to the old look he is now.

Yes, people only remember Deacon Fu from the Deacon Hall on his main peak. He has been working in the Deacon Hall since a long time ago.

But no one thought that he was nearly 800 years old.

He is just a Nascent Soul cultivator. If he doesn't break through to the Divine Refining at the age of 800, he has no hope of advancing.

There was no strangeness on Fu Siyuan's face, and he continued: "Holy girl, this disciple is just here to say goodbye."

After saying this, there were ripples on the mountain wall.

Zhao Lingyun slowly walked out of the cave.

After not seeing each other for forty years, her appearance became more and more shabby, but her aura was majestic, which showed that she had indeed made rapid progress in the past forty years.

Looking at the old Fu Siyuan in front of him, Zhao Lingyun said: "Farewell? Where are you going?"

Fu Siyuan smiled and said: "There is no hope for a breakthrough within the sect. I just want to imitate my ancestor and travel around the world to find my own opportunities."

The master he mentioned here refers to Xu Huayun's senior brother Li Muhua, that is, the pile of bones in the cave where Chen Zun met the immortal fate.

Zhao Lingyun nodded slightly.

She knew Fu Siyuan's situation.

He stayed in the Nascent Soul stage and was unable to break through. Because he had served in the Deacon Hall for many years and had great achievements, the sect once gave him pills for him to break through to the God Refining Stage.

However, Fu Siyuan refused on the grounds that I encourage myself.

It means relying on your own practice rather than relying on external things.

There are such pedantic people in the world, and Zhao Lingyun doesn't know whether he is stupid or stubborn.

Seeing that he is now so old, has a trace of death, and is about to expire, Zhao Lingyun understands that no matter how good the elixir is, it will be difficult to save his life.

She said: "Deacon Fu, you were born in a sect, why should you go out in your old age? How about I find you a quiet place to spend your old age peacefully."

She made this arrangement specifically because Fu Siyuan had no merit but hard work for the sect.

Unexpectedly, Fu Siyuan shook his head and declined.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Holy Maiden. It's just that I have been to countless places in Tianyuan Sect. I am too familiar with it, but I feel it is inappropriate. It may be better to change the environment."

"What's more, some of your wishes can be fulfilled before you die. If you die, you will have no regrets and your life will be in vain."

Seeing that he already had a plan, Zhao Lingyun couldn't say anything and could only nod.

"Then over there at the Deacon Hall..."

Fu Siyuan: "Saintess, don't worry, I have relieved all the duties, and Master Niu Peak has also arranged for other people to take charge, so nothing can go wrong."

"That's good."

Zhao Lingyun nodded slightly, thinking that Fu Siyuan was old and it was not safe to go out by herself, so she asked again: "Where are you going? Do you want me to send someone to take you?"

Fu Siyuan shook his head and said: "Saint Lao is concerned about it, but there is no need. My old bones can still last for a while, and it has not reached that point."

"Then when are you leaving?"

"Let's go after saying this."

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"I made the decision a few days ago. It's too late to leave today."

"..."

Now Zhao Lingyun had nothing to say anymore. She looked at Fu Siyuan, smiled and said, "Then I wish you a safe journey and all the best."

Fu Siyuan also laughed and said: "With your auspicious words, Siyuan also wishes the saintly girl good luck and success, and takes her leave."

After saying that, Fu Siyuan slightly cupped his hands, turned and walked away.

Zhao Lingyun looked at Fu Siyuan's slightly hunched back, with a hint of surprise between her brows.

"Holy girl, this is the farewell. Siyuan still has something to say to the holy girl."

Fu Siyuan suddenly stopped and turned his head to look over.

Zhao Lingyun raised her eyebrows and said, "But it doesn't matter."

Fu Siyuan had a profound meaning and said seriously: "Perhaps my uncle had some unspeakable secret about what happened back then, so he did that kind of thing. There are many suspicious points in it. I hope the saint will think carefully before acting, so as not to make it difficult for him to calm down in the future."

After saying this, Fu Siyuan walked away.

Zhao Lingyun was startled, and then realized what Fu Siyuan was talking about.

Did he mean that everyone wrongly blamed that man?

What a joke, killing his master and rebelling against his disciples is a definite fact, so what else can be said about it?

She will never regret it!

Zhao Lingyun snorted coldly.

You are really stupid, you can even say such things.

Forget it, don’t argue with him.

When Zhao Lingyun saw this in the mirror, her sleeping memories also surfaced.

She didn't understand what Fu Siyuan meant at the time, but he must have guessed something at the time.

It turned out that Fu Siyuan was trying to persuade her to think twice before acting.

But it's too late now and there's no point in saying anything.

She didn't understand Fu Siyuan's words, and now she seems to be filled with regret.

Because now she is suffering the evil consequences she planted and it is difficult to make up for her mistakes.