The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang adjusted his breath in the Star Emperor Tower for a night before his true energy was completely restored.

At noon the next day, under the leadership of Situ Xue, Mo Yang came to a small courtyard at the foot of Mount Qing.

The courtyard is built near the water. There is a river that meanders just in front of the courtyard. The water and grass on the bank are lush. At first glance, the courtyard seems to have been abandoned long ago.

Because it looked like no one had taken care of it for several years.

There are also overgrown weeds in front of the courtyard door. Through the half-open and half-closed courtyard door, you can see that a thick layer of fallen leaves has accumulated in the courtyard.

There are two ancient trees in the courtyard. One has withered, leaving only dry branches. The other has sprouted green buds under the spring breeze.

Situ Xue sighed softly and said, "He moved here alone a few years ago, and he doesn't let anyone get close to him or take care of him..."

"He once said that he just wanted to leave quietly alone... There was no need to take care of him, just let the fallen leaves bury him, and just pass away with the wind..."

Situ Xue's voice was a little choked.

Along the way, Situ Xue mentioned many things in the past. His cousin, named Situ Changfeng, had indeed helped her a lot and given her a lot of guidance on the road of cultivation.

Mo Yang silently looked at the small courtyard in front of him and said, "Knowing that life is short, yet being able to be so calm is a rare state of mind!"

After a pause, Mo Yang walked towards the small courtyard alone.

Situ Xue did not follow him, but when she saw Mo Yang walking to the door of the small courtyard, she turned and left.

Arriving at the door of the small courtyard, Mo Yang reached out and gently pushed the door open.

In the small courtyard, the breeze blew by, and there was a rustling sound. The withered yellow leaves all over the courtyard were swept by the breeze, giving people an indescribable feeling of loneliness.

The mottled wooden courtyard door seemed to completely separate the small courtyard from the world outside the courtyard, like two different worlds.

Mo Yang restrained his breath and walked in gently.

It was a ruin to the eye.

On the steps on one side of the courtyard, a figure sat silently. Although his eyes were closed at this time, his face was like the fallen leaves in the courtyard, full of dead gray and unable to feel any life.

"Ahem..."

The young man seemed to be disturbed by the breeze and started coughing.

As he kept coughing, a few drops of blood splashed out from his mouth and fell on the steps in front of him, which was shocking.

However, he seemed to have noticed someone coming to the small courtyard, and without opening his eyes, he said softly: "You don't need to say anything to me, I want to sit quietly for a while..."

Mo Yang did not speak, but glanced around the small courtyard, then stepped forward, stepping on the withered yellow leaves towards the young man.

"boom!"

At this moment, the young man seemed to realize that something was wrong and opened his eyes. Although there was no sparkle in his eyes, some were just empty, but there was an extremely fierce aura in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

He was still sitting on the steps, but his breath was different.

Staring at Mo Yang, there was no anger on the face wrapped in deathly gray, but the aura in his body was extremely strong.

Even Mo Yang was a little surprised. The young man could be said to have run out of energy and might die at any time, but he didn't expect that the other party could still burst out with such momentum.

The cultivation level of the eighth level is only a thin line away from the ninth level. Perhaps it only takes a thought to reach the threshold of the ninth level.

Mo Yang paused, looked at the dead tree next to him, raised his hand to gently touch the trunk, and said to himself: "The life force in this branch has dried up, but it may not really be dead!"

The young man frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed across his gray face.

Then a look of surprise appeared on his face, because the dead tree had undergone earth-shaking changes, and there was actually a touch of green on the dry trunk.

On its branches, several green leaves grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into several tender green buds in the blink of an eye.

"Withered trees come spring..."

The young man murmured and sat up from the steps involuntarily.

His eyes fell on Mo Yang again, staring at Mo Yang, a trace of fluctuation appeared in his empty eyes, and the same words came from his mouth: "Who are you?"

Mo Yang stopped and put his hands behind his back. His face seemed expressionless, but in fact, he felt a lot of pain in his heart.

Because just now he secretly used a drop of the fountain of youth, otherwise with his current cultivation level, he would not be able to make the dead tree sprout.

"With your talent, if you survive, you will definitely become a strong man in the future!"

Mo Yang looked at the young man calmly and said this.

After hearing this, a sneer appeared on the young man's face, his eyes retracted, and he said, "Do you think I can still live?"

"Why not?"

Mo Yang looked calm and asked rhetorically.

The young man did not speak, but just looked at Mo Yang silently.

Although he looked very calm, his aura was still strong and never restrained. He was staring at Mo Yang silently at this moment. Although he had seen Mo Yang return with Situ Xue, he knew nothing about Mo Yang after all.

"I can help you!" Mo Yang continued.

"Why?"

"And why?"

The young man said two sentences in succession.

The meaning of the two sentences is very obvious. Why, it is asking what Mo Yang can rely on. As for the second sentence, it is asking why Mo Yang helps him.

"Situ Xue is my senior sister, and the power of the curse in her body has been resolved!" Mo Yang spoke concisely.

Although the young man did not speak further after hearing this, the look in his eyes changed dramatically. His eyes that were originally empty and lifeless suddenly became filled with a look of excitement, but then they quickly faded away.

"You should have seen the thunderbolt in the blue sky before, it was Danjie!"

Before the young man could speak, Mo Yang said this again.

"To tell you the truth, when I saw you for the first time, I felt like I was seeing myself in the dark, with no hope at all!"

While speaking, Mo Yang flipped his palm, took out the white jade bottle prepared in advance from the Najie, and then raised his hand and threw it towards the young man.

The young man raised his hand and took the white jade bottle into his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Mo Yang.

"This is the elixir that caused the calamity. Although it cannot resolve your calamity, it is enough to allow you to live for a few more years!"

"Of course, you can also choose not to refine it and just go with the wind, which is fine. After all, death sooner or later will mean death!"

"But... as a human being, there is no limit to what you can do while you are alive!"

After finishing his words, Mo Yang disappeared into the small courtyard in a flash without saying a word at all.

"The speed is so fast, Xue'er's junior brother...he is from Qianzong..."

There was a hint of surprise in the young man's eyes. He didn't catch Mo Yang's departure just now. He disappeared into the small courtyard in the blink of an eye, as if a wisp of breeze blew by.