The whole world springs together.

Arriving at the heart of the city, the spring rain begins.

This border city built on the Changye Mountains suddenly became much more refreshing and clean.

For the people in this city, fighting has become an ordinary thing in their eyes.

Twenty years of ups and downs.

In the past ten years, the Sword Sect used half of the sect's strength to allow the human race to gain a firm foothold here.

In the next ten years, under the leadership of Zhulongdian, there was a constant tug-of-war with the demons.

The battle has never stopped, and there is no end in sight. It seems that it will continue like this forever.

Mo Yan stood at the top of Jiexin City, looking at the area west of the Changye Mountains.

Since the immortal fire was rekindled, his cultivation has been burning like the eternal fire, advancing by leaps and bounds at an incomprehensible speed.

Combining the burning body with the strange fire all over his body, his combat power has become unfathomable, and he has already made a name for himself. In the past ten years, he has single-handedly destroyed several large cities of the demon clan with holes in them many times.

His achievements were so outstanding, his talent was so outstanding, and he studied under Wang Daode, so five years ago, Zhulong Palace had officially appointed him as the Young Master of Zhulong Palace.

Although he is a young sect, the current Zhulong Palace actually trusts Mo Yan very much and delegates power to him. In the eyes of many people, he is no different from the sect leader.

Mo Yan is walking a very similar path to Lu Qingshan.

"Young Master!" At this moment, a quick voice came.

The monks from Zhulong Palace hurried over.

Mo Yan looked back at him, and the man just nodded to Mo Yan with difficulty, "Grandmaster Wang wants to see you..."

He suddenly understood everything and felt sad.

At just the right time, it started to drizzle again in the heart of the city.

Mo Yan walked quickly on the street.

In the gloomy rain, the candle dragon pattern embroidered with bright red needlework on his robe became more and more vivid, as if it was about to burn.

Not long after, the Zhulong Palace's station in the heart of the city came into view.

There were many monks coming and going, and most of them looked very heavy.

Mo Yan was silent, speeding up his pace again, passing through many courtyards, and finally arrived in front of a small courtyard in the innermost part.

The door of the inner room of the small courtyard was pushed open, and Patriarch Zhao Yuding, one of the three great patriarchs of Zhulong Palace, walked out with red eyes.

He glanced at Mo Yan, who was rushing over, and said, "You're here, go in quickly, he... doesn't have much time."

Mo Yan no longer hesitated, took two steps forward, reached out and pushed open the door.

He originally thought that he would see a haggard face like a skeleton, because in the past few years, Wang Daode had become completely dead, lifeless, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

But now Wang Daode's complexion is as good as ever. Although he is lying on the bed, his complexion is extremely rosy.

Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yan with his dark eyes.

"coming."

"Master." Mo Yan looked at the old Taoist priest with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master, you look pretty good." The old Taoist priest tried his best to suppress his cough and said with a smile.

Mo Yan's eyes turned red instantly and his head drooped.

He felt no joy in his heart about his master's good looks.

Because there is no way to bring the dead back to life, there is only one reason why Wang Daode, who was already showing his lifeless energy, looks so good.

Returning to the light.

Wang Daode sat up with his hands on the bed board. He was very old, with wrinkles on his forehead and slack corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this time."

After the old Taoist priest said this, the two of them were speechless for a moment.

"But I have no regrets. I have lived as a teacher for so many years," Wang Daode said with a smile: "In the first half of my life, I was sheltered by my father. I was idle all day long and had nothing to do. I watched my father work hard and finally died with regrets. In the second half of my life,

I have been self-proclaimed at the back of the mountain, doing nothing, and my whole life has probably passed like this. The only thing worthy of praise is that I am Wang Puxian's son."

"Actually, I don't care. I'm just a mediocre person. I just come and leave quietly."

"When did you start to be reluctant to die? It was probably after you joined the sect. People, what you fear most is not not seeing hope, but seeing hope."

"When you have hope, you start to be afraid of this and that, and worry about this and that. Instead, you live uncomfortably and feel constrained everywhere."

"Master knows that you don't like to listen to those rambling principles. Although you don't like to talk, you are actually a person with your own ideas. To be honest, you, the master, are not very good at anything, and you are also not very good at reasoning.

.

But if I don’t say some things or finish saying them, I won’t be able to leave in peace.”

"I can't help you, Master..." The old Taoist's eyes were dark.

"The reason why I accepted you as my disciple was not with good intentions from the beginning, but because you are the hope of Zhulong Palace to be promoted to Dao Sect. In fact, no matter you are Mo Yan, Lu Yan or Xia Yan, to me

, there’s not much difference.”

"I insisted on going my own way and sent you to the Middle Spirit Realm when you were at your most unstable. When you were still young, I gave you the responsibility of the sect. I also know that this burden may crush you if you are not careful...

....But, I have to take a gamble."

"For the sake of this gamble, I won't care about you."

The rosy color on the old Taoist priest's face is fading away, and his speech is getting slower and slower, always interrupted by a difficult cough.

"Before Chang'an, the demons invaded, and my father was fighting on the front line. I was in Putian Prefecture in the Western Region, leading the sect monks to defend Gufeng. When the reinforcements arrived, I was the only monk left in the city.

There is not a drop of energy left in my body, my original source has been lost..."

Wang Daode's speech became intermittent, and he needed to breathe heavily from time to time.

He pulled open the clothes on his chest with difficulty, revealing the scars on his chest that were as ferocious as maggots. "This kind of injury is almost a fatal situation, and there is no way to save it, but I survived by relying on my own willpower."

, I am still alive now, do you think my life is hard or not..."

"In the year of Chang'an, my father died, and the eternal fire suddenly went out. I used the method of lighting a lamp to incorporate the eternal fire into my body. The lamp oil is my essence. Every day, every hour, every moment, I am suffering from the burning flames.

The pain in my body." Wang Daode's throat surged, and his eyes began to blur.

The old Taoist priest was very thin, even visibly stooped, and even jagged bones could be seen on his body full of scars.

It is such a broken body, but it has been enduring the pain of burning flames for thousands of years.

"I don't know what the meaning of this is, but I have a vague idea in my heart. This is my father's lifelong pursuit. Now that he is gone, the eternal fire cannot be extinguished just like that..."

Mo Yan didn't say anything. He just took a step forward and held the hand of the old Taoist priest on the bed.

By now, the old man's energy and spirit have long been exhausted like lamp oil.

"Fortunately, you're here... I gave you the eternal fire, and it's rekindled in you. This is a great good thing..."

"Those two boys, Zhao Yuding and Yu Yan, asked me to wait in the Western Region and not follow them to the Central Spiritual Realm... How could I, how could I not come..."

"Master," Mo Yan squeezed the old man's hand, "Stop talking and take a rest."

"Take a break, yes, it's time to take a break." Wang Daode murmured to himself.

"My father has been serving the citrus tree on the mountain behind the Zhulong Palace all his life, and I have been serving it all my life, but I haven't been able to wait for it to bear fruit. If it does bear fruit in the future, remember to pick some and put them on the grave..."

"So that I can have a taste of what the fruit from this citrus tree tastes like."

"The expectations of two generations of my Wang family, the Zhulong Palace, the hundreds of thousands of monks in the Zhulong Palace, and the hundreds of millions of people in the Zhongling Realm... I will leave them all to you."

"Don't blame me for asking you to bear so much. Master... I really can't hold it anymore."

The old Taoist priest's hand loosened and his fingers gradually slipped from Mo Yan's palm.

Wang Daode closed his eyes.

Mo Yan lowered his head and said nothing.

"Then I'm going to take a rest." The old Taoist priest finally said before closing his eyes.

The spring comes together in the world, but some people meet again and some part with each other.

.......

.......

Burning Moon Domain.

If the cities after the war started were compared to the organs of the human body, then King Sword City would be the heart.

At that moment, this heart showed a powerful enough power to move people.

Chi Zun, Ming Zun and Zhan Zun hung above Jianluo King City, watching the team leaving from Jianluo King City and transporting towards the outside of the pass.

Countless soldiers, horses and supplies, like blood, are flowing from the heart to the limbs and bones of the giant in the Burning Moon Region, providing it with strength.

The three venerables have different expressions.
To be continued...