Yun Zhiling... was a genius of the human race in the Tianji War Sect of that era. To the former Yu Yue, he was a long-dead creature, but to the current Yu Yue, he... himself was Yun Zhiling , Yun Xiaozhi in the mouth of the senior brothers.
What the senior brothers didn't take seriously at first... eventually turned into a bloody reality.
Ten powerful true spirits and hundreds of immortal-level experts invaded the ancient spiritual world. In just half a month, more than 70% of those powerful people in the ancient spiritual world that all living beings were proud of fell.
One of the true spirit masters also died. The true spirit master from the ancient spirit world used all his energy to burn his soul and self-destructed at the last moment of his life, severely injuring six true spirits. This also...gave the ancient spirit world some breathing time.
But now, in just half a month, the ancient spiritual world has almost completely fallen. More than half of the huge spiritual world has been shattered. The originally peaceful space has turned into a dangerous place with strong winds and blood everywhere! The broken armors drifting in the strong wind seemed to still retain the warmth of their owners, and the rich smell of blood spread throughout the ancient spiritual world.
Yun Zhiling's two senior brothers... also died in the battlefield that was comparable to a meat grinding machine. He... really wanted to hear those two senior brothers teasing him with kindness and call him Yun Xiaozhi again. It's a pity that the title that made him embarrassed in the past is now a luxury for him to hear even a single word.
People, what is always lost is the most precious.
People, who among us can live as long as a monk?
People, in fact, most people live only a hundred years. We don’t have time to meet too many people, so don’t wait for the trees to calm down and the wind to stop, so you must cherish the people in front of you.
Yun Zhiling didn't know, he didn't even know what kind of changes he had undergone! The timid monk who almost cried when he first entered the battlefield can now face mountains of corpses and seas of blood without changing his expression.
The young Xiao Xiu who once felt pain and sorrow after losing a comrade, and even fainted after losing his senior brother, now looks at the fallen comrades, and still uses every ounce of his strength to fight bravely to kill the enemy! Because he didn't know if he would be the next one to fall.
Because he has no time to be sad, no time to cry! He hates war and hates death! But he was already in the game, and he began to transform from an indifferent little monk to a real monk who had experienced life and death, and to a warrior!
At the same time, he also experienced things one after another that he didn't want to see.
For example, nowadays. The Ancient Spirit World was defeated after all, and they were forced to retreat to the edge of the Ancient Spirit World. The True Spirit said that if they did not surrender within three days, they would all die and their bloodline would be completely cut off from heaven and earth.
Almost every creature in the entire spiritual world gathered together. Even Yun Zhiling knew that he could not surrender even if he died! Otherwise, senior fellow apprentices, those comrades in arms, those creatures whose names we can’t even name who threw their blood into the sky one by one, their deaths would have been in vain.
In short, it just can’t be done! At this time, he met another thing, that thing called pride.
The two powerful real spirits who were seriously injured one after another but still held on, including Yun Zhiling's master, wanted to discuss matters and released the juniors. Yun Zhiling didn't know what they wanted to discuss, but it was definitely not a matter of surrender, because he could see the determination with death in his master's eyes.
This determination taught him that in fact... no matter how powerful the creature is, not even the true spirit, not even the god, is immortal.
They live in a dilapidated little star, a living creature! I'm afraid they are all dead a long time ago. Yun Zhiling walked past those creatures who once lived in the ancient spiritual world and participated in the war. Their auras were extremely weak, but no one lowered their heads to those powerful beings, even for a moment.
He walked to a bare hillside, and around his waist was the wine given to him by his second senior brother.
Before the war, the second senior brother said...he had hidden this for a long time, and when he came back, he must return it to him. It's a pity...there will be no chance again. Yun Zhiling opened the wine pot and found no aroma of wine. He didn't understand wine.
Sprinkle a little on the ground, who are you honoring? Respect the second senior brother and senior senior brother, or respect those who have passed away?
He took a sip himself, it was so spicy. But... there is a very intoxicating feeling. Maybe this is why so many people like wine? I really want to drink a lot at once, get drunk, fall asleep, and wake up to find that everything that happened was a dream.
At that time, the second senior brother and the first senior brother would still call him Yun Xiaozhi. At that time, nothing in the spiritual world had changed, and everyone was still alive and well. Everything is still the same. But he... didn't dare to get drunk. He was afraid that when he woke up, not only would he not be able to see his senior brother, but also his master, and even... he would never wake up again.
"Am I really afraid that... I'm going to die?"
Yun Zhiling didn't know who to ask, maybe he was asking himself. He looked at the thick pressure in the distance, even a wisp of which could crush him in the True Immortal Realm, and then looked at the few remaining creatures in the Ancient Spirit Realm and laughed at himself.
"How can I not be afraid of death, but... some things are above life and death! My bloodline in the spiritual world will not die. One day, we will make them pay with blood! At that time, our death will be It’s worth it.”
Yun Zhiling took a big sip of the wine in the jug, and then carefully sealed the jug again. At the same time... the fairy spiritual energy poured into the jug, and he... wanted the descendants of the spiritual world to know and remember that there were once... some Seniors, for the glory in their hearts, died fighting in this damaged spiritual world. They did not die in vain!
Yes, it’s good if you’re not a coward, it’s good if you’re not a coward…!
"Yun Xiaozhi?"
At this time, Yun Zhiling suddenly turned around and saw the third senior brother coming behind him at some point. The third senior brother still had a cynical smile on his lips. His originally meticulous long hair was a bit messy, and the right arm where he originally liked to touch his head only had an empty sleeve. This injury...can't be healed?
"Third senior brother."
Yun Zhiling did not stand up, but motioned for the third senior brother to sit next to him. The third senior brother touched his head with his left hand, which seemed a little uncomfortable.
"You are right, our death may be worth it one day in the future."
The third senior brother patted his shoulder gently: "We are not cowards."
"Okay, senior brother, from now on... we will fight side by side." Yun Zhiling smiled, and he didn't even know how heroic his smile was at this moment! In a short time, he! Really, become a real monk.
"Okay! Fight side by side!"
The third senior brother hugged Yun Zhiling with his remaining left arm. His young but weathered face was full of relief: "Little junior brother, you... have grown up. It's great. Otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to be with a little kid." Fighting side by side, let those dogs see that they thought I was leading the Boy Scouts!"
"Senior brother, I am also an upright man."
Yun Zhiling also smiled. The two senior brothers stood side by side, and the bloody sunset shone on them. Indeed, it had a more tragic color, the color of blood.
