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Another ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past ten years, the demonic cultivators have been driven out of the world of cultivation. The devastated land is in ruins and waiting to be renovated. The demonic energy in the world has been purified by the five sects, and it has returned to pure white.
The collapsed Climbing Tower is also being rebuilt, and the disciples of the five major sects are busy. This time they will build the Climbing Tower even higher than before.
In the mortal world, the influence of the evil spirit has gradually faded. The mountains are green again, and the mountain flowers are blooming again. There are children who open their ignorant eyes and look at the blue sky. Two or three children are laughing and playing around, and the gentle woman is holding The needle and thread in her hands are doing embroidery.
The village is peaceful and peaceful, the world is clear and peaceful, and the years are peaceful.
In front of a certain house in Izuyun Peak, a man in white gently knocked on the door.
He held a tea cup in his hand, with a respectful smile on his face: "Master."
There was no sound from the door. He stood at the door for a while, then opened the door and walked in.
Just like he had done every day for the past ten years, he put down the teacup in his hand, skillfully brewed a cup of tea and placed it on the table.
"Master, today I went to Izumo Peak to pick tea and saw my senior brother. He is still the same as before, and there seems to be no change." Shen Yi said to himself, as if he could really let that person hear his words.
The room was deserted, with only his own voice ringing.
"I went to Lushihai. The Climbing Tower is still under construction. It looks like it will be taller than before."
"Headmaster Dongshe has recently accepted a new disciple. It is said that he has excellent qualifications and he is very satisfied."
"The barrier of Luoyan Mountain has been erected. Master, don't worry, the barrier will not be broken again this time," he smiled: "I left the six souls there. You want the world to be clear, I know."
He spoke intermittently, and when he fell silent, the room fell silent again.
On the desk not far away, a soul lamp with two wicks was dancing with a blue flame.
Since her master died, her soul power has disappeared, and the soul lamp has also been extinguished.
So Shen Yi used his soul power as the wick and lit a lamp for himself.
The candle flame envelops the wick that will never light again, as if it too were still lit.
Shen Yi lowered his eyes.
After a while he stretched out his hand.
In the palm of his hand, there was a small black pattern.
Even though his master refined his six souls to him, he is a demon after all, and there will always be demonic lines appearing in his body from time to time.
Shen Yi said cautiously: "Master, come back. You see, I will become a demon at some point. Come back and kill me, okay?"
Even if it¡¯s just to see me one last time.
Even if you just look at me with cold eyes for the last time.
The room was still cold and quiet.
Shen Yi waited for a long time, but his master did not appear.
Shen Yi quietly erased the lines on his own, as if he couldn't feel the pain and didn't even frown.
Naturally, he won¡¯t feel any more pain.
The pain when refining the six souls can no longer hurt him, how can it hurt again.
At night, when the moon was shining over the willow trees, Shen Yi fell asleep leaning on the foot of Master's bed.
He actually doesn¡¯t need much sleep, but he always hopes that he can dream about her.
It¡¯s just that his master doesn¡¯t even want to appear in his dreams.
Under the moonlight, the man who hurriedly searched for his master over and over again in his dreams fell into a deep sleep.
He didn¡¯t dream of anything, but he felt as if he had dreamed of everything, and a tear dropped from the corner of his eye.
A hundred years later, the soul lamp placed on the desk finally went out, leaving only a thin wisp of smoke.
The past has passed away, leaving no trace in this world. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com