This situation continued until thousands of years ago.
The channel of the master-slave world was opened again, and a woman named Baili Liuyin appeared on Xiuxian Continent.
Push this dead-end world into another bottomless abyss.
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When Muyan was watching Qihuang's past and future in Tianguang Ruins.
In an oasis in a remote place in the Western Wilderness, Jing Yuan woke up from the roar of thunder and the tremor of the earth.
The goal of entering is the golden arch soaring into the sky.
Lightning and thunder tore open, forming cracks and vortices.
Countless black spots fell from the vortex one after another, just like falling black hailstones.
But Jing Yuan recognized at a glance that this was not raindrops or hailstones.
It's a ghoul who came to this world through a crack in the barrier.
The sky pillar collapsed again
how so
Jing Yuan quickly got up from the ground, jumped into the sky, and looked at the distant sky.
Soon, his face became darker and darker, and deep worry filled his eyes.
If he read correctly, the location where the Tianzhu collapsed this time was above the ancient battlefield.
The residence of Xiaoyaomen is right there.
Ever since she learned of her own life experience, Jing Yuan has been dreaming and dying in front of her parents' grave for a while.
Leng Yumo spent the first month with him.
Later, he resolutely abandoned him and returned to Xiaoyaomen.
Before leaving, Leng Yumo said to him: "The little monk I like, he looks gentle and soft, but he has his own persistence in his heart. He will change because of the changes around him, and he will do things he doesn't want to do. , but there will always be a trace of clarity in his heart, and he will not fall down easily."
"Jingyuan, if you think that being drunk and dreaming of death can make you forget the pain and escape everything that happened. Then you stay here. But I won't stay for you."
"No matter how much I like you and miss my little monk, I am still a member of Xiaoyaomen. I have my ambitions and things I want to protect. I will not let my brothers and sisters leave me far behind, Let yourself indulge in love between men and women."
"Let's... let's leave now. I hope there will be a time later. I hope that when we meet next time, you will still be the little monk I know."
On the day Leng Yumo left, Jing Yuan was in so much pain that he curled up in front of his parents' grave, letting tears flow wantonly on his haggard face.
He felt his whole life was a joke.
All the persistence, all the beliefs, and all the efforts in the past were all gone in an instant.
The mentor he thought was the culprit who killed his parents.
The enemy he thought was just a victim who shared his same illness.
He wanted to hate, but he didn't know whom to hate.
He wanted to realize his revenge, but found that all his cultivation was given by his enemy.
Once, Jing Yuan lost his most important family member overnight, leaving only hatred in his life.
Now, he doesn't even have hatred anymore, his life seems to be gouged out by life, and he doesn't know where to go anymore.
Jing Yuan thought that he would just live and die like that in front of his parents' graves, living a life of ghosts and ghosts.
Whether the world is ups and downs, or life and death, it has nothing to do with him.
But at this moment, looking at the collapsed pillars in the sky, Jing Yuan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a hand.
He thought he would never worry about anything in the world again.
He thought his heart was dead.