"Ye Chen, will you remember me?" There seemed to be a tender whisper in Ye Chen's ears.
Those were the last words of love that Nan Ming Yushu, Xuanhuang's daughter, said to him at the last moment when she closed her eyes.
Three years is not a gift from God, God is ruthless.
Three years were exchanged for a woman's life.
She was originally a beautiful woman, but her beauty died, and she married her worldly youth and soul to a man named Ye Chen.
Tears streamed down his face, and the pain was heartbreaking, just like when he swallowed the Tianji Pill and saw Xuannv and Luo Xi.
He would understand why Emperor Xuan looked at him with eyes full of love, and he would also understand the story that the wedding dress contained.
The funny thing is that he didn't know it until he was on his deathbed.
Cause and effect are the entanglement of blood and tears, as well as the bonds of affection and love. Nan Ming Yushu will never be seen again in this mortal world.
All causes and effects disappear with the bright red wedding dress.
"Is it worth it?" He smiled with tears in his eyes. His trembling hands reached into his body and pulled out a wisp of his soul.
That was his soul, and it was also Nan Mingyushu's soul. He held it tightly in his palm and did not let go for a long time.
His soul left his body, and his eyes lost the last trace of their gaze, like a fallen leaf, rippling in the starry wind.
In the starry sky, a woman stumbled over holding a fairy sword. Her clothes were stained with blood, and behind her were a series of bloody footprints.
That was Chu Xuan, who fought with more than a dozen demon generals, narrowly escaped death, and searched all over the starry sky before she found this death star field.
"Ye Chen." She spoke, took one step forward, jumped into the starry sky, and hugged Ye Chen into her arms.
"I can't hold it anymore." Ye Chen smiled tiredly, his eyelids trembled and he wanted to close them, wanting to sleep here forever.
The tearless goddess's beautiful watery eyes were filled with water mist, which condensed into frost under the moonlight, making it crystal clear.
Ruthless and tearful, the immortal light of memory finally merged into her divine sea, and the memory of her past life was unsealed in an instant.
Her name is Chu Xuan, Ye Chen's master and the peak master of Hengyue Yunv Peak. She loves her disciple and wants to wear a wedding dress for him.
Back, with her tears, all the memories came back, carrying the past and the ancient love.
"Your tears are shed for me." Ye Chen smiled tiredly and raised his hand with difficulty to wipe away her tears.
"Chu Xuan, I am Chu Xuan, your Xuan'er is back." Chu Xuan choked with tears, sobbing.
The past and present life, three hundred years, seem like a dream.
Before waking up from the dream, she lay in his arms and called his name.
After waking up from the dream, it was him lying in her arms, with his head full of white hair, older than the years, guarding the last trace of tenderness.
"Go home, I want to go home, take me home." Ye Chen was buried in Chu Xuan's arms, murmuring softly, his words were vicissitudes of life and tired.
"Go home, I'll take you home, please, don't die." Chu Xuan's face was filled with tears, and her essence was pouring into Ye Chen's body desperately, just willing to extend his life.
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not stabilize his dying vitality. Even if Daluo Jinxian was alive, she could not save him.
"I'm tired." Ye Chen smiled warmly, feeling tired and sleepy.
With one word, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand touching her cheek also dropped weakly.
He never touched her cheek, nor could he help her wipe away the tears that fell and the scars on her face.
"No... no no..." Chu Xuan cried in a hoarse voice, like a helpless child pleading helplessly.
Her long hair turned into snow-white strands and fluttered in the wind. Every strand was engraved with vicissitudes of life and endless pain.
When the Divine General and the Nine Emperors came, they stopped talking and could only sigh.
Sword God, Donghuang Taixin, and Jiang Taixu also came, but they stopped silently a hundred feet away and couldn't help but sigh.
The divine light in the starry sky continued, and the monks Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Yang Dingtian, and Da Chu all came, their faces extremely pale.
Every fist was filled with blood, and every pair of eyes was covered with bloodshot threads... Ye Chen was dead.
"Ye Chen." The choked call came from afar, resounding through the starry sky, with beautiful figures and pairs of tearful eyes.
That was Shangguan Yu'er, Bi You, Lin Shihua and Haotian Shiyue. They came out of the Tianxuan secret realm and heard bad news.
Before they reached the starry sky, they collapsed on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably, heartbroken and forgetful of time.
"You said you wanted to marry us." Poignant tears streaked down Poignant's cheeks, making people feel heartbroken and pitiful.
The starry sky was as silent as death, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. She held him, motionless, like a statue.
It was really God's trick. She remembered, but he died.
In the previous life, I missed three years and three years, a big reincarnation, and one mistake was another three hundred years. This miss means there will be no fate again.
Suddenly, the ancient death song sounded, full of sorrow, and the stars filled the sky, as if it was bidding farewell to a peerless hero.
But everyone who heard it bowed their heads sadly and couldn't help but grieve.
The God of War, who was full of anger, finally fell into the years.
The so-called immortal myth is, after all, just a legend.
As the breeze blew, his body turned into ashes, rippled in the starry sky, flew with the quicksand, and disappeared into the stars.
Chu Xuan's eyes were dull and lifeless, and she was transforming into a Tao, just like Chu Lingyu transformed into a Tao when Hongchen died.
Donghuang Taixin took action, banned her, and used his heaven-defying supernatural powers to push her into sleep, no longer suffering in the mortal world.
Perhaps, what she did this time was a little too cruel.
Ye Chen is dead. Living in this world is a torture for her. Being able to go on the road with him is the best destination for her.
However, she cannot die. When she was a child, she was exactly the same as Ruoxi. Her existence is related to eternal secrets.
Chu Xuan was sealed, Ye Chen disappeared, ashes returned to dust, and earth returned to earth.
Only a wisp of soul escaped from his hand and swayed in the wind.
That was Nan Ming Yushu's soul, left in this world by him.
The Human King sighed, raised his hand slightly, and held her soul.
It can be vaguely seen that in the soul, there is the beautiful figure of Nan Ming Yushu, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back and smiling.
There were tears in Emperor Xuan's eyes, and his expression was getting older and older. He was the emperor of Chu, but he was not a good father.
The journey home was full of pain. Xi Yan held a jade jar containing Ye Chen's ashes and cried all the way.
The fallen leaves returned to their roots, and he wanted to go home. This was his long-cherished wish before his death.
A small tomb was erected on Jade Girl Peak.
All the splendor, all the glory, all the legends, all the myths were buried in the small tomb.
This is his destination, where he will sleep for endless years.
"Life after life, we will guard you." The girls smiled with tears in their eyes, all wearing wedding clothes with the tenderness of wives.
Dachu was covered with white silk, and all the descendants wore sackcloth and mourned him. He was the senior who brought light to future generations.
On every mountain peak, this figure stood. The elders sighed, and the younger ones were decadent, looking quietly in the direction of Heng Yue Sect.
For many years to come, most Da Chu monks would scatter a piece of it on the ground to pay homage to him before drinking.
After the war, the barrier between Dachu and the heavens was removed.
The legend of Dachu spread across the stars, and everything they did for the heavens was also told to the world as stories.
The monks from all over the world came together, just to take a look at Da Chu.
It is this land, and the people of this land, who once built a bloody Great Wall for all the people in the world.
"Is this your hometown?" Under the Heng Yue Sect, Northern Saint's eyes were blurred, lingering around the kettle, and turned into tears.
Nan Di, Long Jie, Xiao Yuan Huang, Kui Niu and others also came and stopped at the foot of the mountain, looking sad and silent for a long time.
In the past, they all knew that he was a man with stories.
But I never thought that his story would be so long, and he would go through the dust and hardships of the years, walking alone.
The second volume of "All Heavens and All Realms" has ended, and the third volume of "Six Paths of Reincarnation" is about to begin.