Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

Zhang Zhiwei looked around at this moment, and wherever he looked, there was dead silence.

Those geniuses who were once in their prime and full of vigor and vitality have now turned into cold corpses, lying there quietly, never to wake up again.

His eyes were filled with heartache and regret, and he could hardly control himself.

These young lives were originally the hope for the future of the immortal cultivation world in Southern Continent and were treasures in the eyes of countless families and sects.

They should have shone their own light in the years to come and led the entire world of immortal cultivation towards a more glorious future.

However, due to their own negligence, they fell into this inescapable disaster.

Zhang Zhiwei's heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. He knew that although he did not need to take any responsibility on the surface, he could not let it go in his heart.

Those noble families and sects that have lost their loved ones will inevitably come to demand accountability.

However, as the leader of the secret realm, he was unable to detect that the body of the ancient demon was hidden there.

Such a mistake is too serious.

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, even though he felt a little helpless.

But he still stepped forward firmly and gently patted Kong Lingyu, who was kneeling on the ground and crying heartbreakingly.

Then he spoke in the tone of an elder.

"My child, I understand your thoughts. I believe you have tried your best! Everyone has his own destiny, which is determined by God."

"This secret realm training itself is full of endless dangers. The fault of today's incident is not yours, and it will not implicate you and Mingque, the two children."

However, at this moment, Kong Lingyu's heart was still consumed by endless self-blame.

He thought to himself, if he hadn't wasted so much time going to the coffin.

Perhaps more lives could be saved before Hushan-kun released the raging flames before his death.

Thinking of this, tears welled up again like a dam breaking.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head slowly and comforted him.

"You have done an excellent job. That was the best choice that could be made at the time. It's a pity that things in the world are unpredictable..."

There was a hint of regret and helplessness in his words.

At this moment, Wenchang also nodded gently, comforting Kong Lingyu.

After all, no one knows what other tricks the ancient Mo Qing has. If the coffin can really allow him to make a comeback, the consequences will be disastrous.

However, he still looked somewhat pale and weak.

His previous experience seemed to still haunt him, preventing him from fully recovering both physically and mentally.

Not long ago, he and Zhang Zhiwei stood side by side at the entrance of the secret realm, facing the surging void waves from the outside world.

The ripples were like a raging river in the void, surging endlessly with incredible power.

Every time it surges, it seems to swallow people into endless darkness.

For cultivators with high levels of cultivation, this fluctuation in the void is like a tiger out of a cage, which is difficult to resist.

It seemed to be able to see through the monks' weaknesses and accurately inflict the most deadly attacks on them.

Therefore, even a strong man like Wenchang had to be extremely cautious when facing this long river of void, for fear that he would fall into an irretrievable situation if he was not careful.

Fortunately, he was not alone. Zhang Zhiwei, a Taoist immortal, was naturally more advanced than him and also accompanied him.

It was thanks to Zhang Zhiwei's help that Wenchang was able to barely stand firm in the turbulent river of the void and not become a victim of the endless darkness.

However, even so, Wenchang knew that he was lucky to survive.

The power of the long river of void was far beyond his imagination. Even now, when he thought about it, he still felt palpitations.

He knew that if Zhang Zhiwei had not acted in time, he would have died and turned into a wisp of dust in the long river of void.

Moreover, the most urgent task at this moment is to leave this strange secret place as soon as possible and put an end to this nightmare-like experience.

In any case, the two major direct disciples of Confucianism and Taoism are safe and sound, which is a blessing in disguise.

Wenchang took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Zhiwei, his tone filled with anxiety and worry: "Master Zhang, are there any traces of the void fluctuations still left in the secret realm?"

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly, looked into the distance with deep eyes, and said slowly: "Hushan Jun has disappeared without a trace. I think that soon, this void fluctuation should gradually dissipate."

He paused, and continued, "Once the fluctuations in the void have completely subsided, I will try to tear a gap. If there are still survivors in the secret realm, they can take this opportunity to escape."

After listening to Zhang Zhiwei's words, Wenchang felt relieved.

"But I am more worried about this child's Daoxin now."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Kong Lingyu and whispered to Wenchang.

Although the two belong to different forces, as an elder, Zhang Zhiwei still cares about this younger generation.

After all, Kong Lingyu is indeed very talented, but he is too kind-hearted and even a little indecisive.

In the cruel world of cultivation, being overly kind is not a good thing.

At this moment, Kong Lingyu's face looked as if covered by frost and snow, so pale that it was almost transparent. His eyes had lost their former luster, leaving only emptiness and confusion.

In his trembling hands he held the skeleton of a monk, which looked particularly desolate in the light of the fire, as if telling of the endless sorrow of his life.

Most of these monks were once his fellow disciples. They sat around Kong Lingyu, laughing and talking happily.

Affectionately called him Big Brother. Those days of laughter and playfulness have now become a distant memory.

However, at this moment, they all turned into skeletons in the raging fire.

Their smiles were gone, replaced by traces of blood left by the raging fire. The fishy smell filled the air, making people suffocate.

Kong Lingyu stared blankly at the bones in his hand, his heart filled with endless grief and anger.

He didn't understand why these fellow brothers who had once fought alongside him ended up like this.

He didn't understand why the world had become so cruel and ruthless.

His heart was now filled with endless doubts and pain. The heavy feeling was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The onlookers around him could see at a glance that Kong Lingyu was already deeply trapped in the quagmire of self-blame and could not extricate himself without words.

For a man who was once a child of destiny, whether it was the shame of defeat or the physical disability caused by encountering a strong enemy, they were just temporary setbacks on the road of cultivation and were not terrible.

After all, they have long been accustomed to forging ahead in the wind and rain, and overcoming all difficulties with firm will and immense perseverance.

However, what is truly terrifying is the collapse of the heart of Tao and the inner demon that grows silently.

Once the inner demon appears, it will grow wildly in the heart and spread like weeds, causing people to lose their way on the path of cultivation and even fall into endless darkness.

Kong Lingyu, a direct descendant of Confucianism, was once so high-spirited and full of confidence.

In his eyes, it seemed that there was nothing he couldn't do. He was like an eagle soaring in the sky, overlooking the whole world.

But now, he is like a body without a soul, wandering in this world like a zombie. There is no more light in his eyes, only endless emptiness and confusion.

He kept asking himself, why did it turn out like this?

Why did I, who was once omnipotent, become so vulnerable now?

He couldn't even protect his own fellow apprentices.