Is it because Senior Fang Yuan's consciousness has not completely dissipated?
Jiang Bai's eyes fell on the monster that was fighting against the two people at the same time but did not fall behind.
Perhaps, Senior Fangyuan still has some consciousness stored in this body.
Even with Hu Tao joining in, it was still a bit difficult to face this powerful monster.
Fortunately, with the continuous fighting, the two also figured out some of the monster's context, and with the cooperation of ice and fire, they quickly gained the upper hand.
boom--
The monster smashed directly into the ground, dust filled the sky, and spider web-like cracks spread instantly.
It lay in the crater made by the smash, with blood pouring out from behind, staining the ground black.
It tried to struggle to get up, but was seriously injured and had fallen into extreme weakness.
Hu Taozheng continued to attack, but saw that some whiteness had returned to the eyes that had completely darkened.
The tip of his staff stayed at the tip of his forehead, but he did not take another step forward.
"Um?"
Sensing something different, Jiang Bai quickly came over.
But he saw the monster lying on the ground, with a few glimmers of light in his terrifying eyes.
"This is……"
Fang Yuan's consciousness, as thin as a filament, woke up from the chaos.
But this ray of consciousness is too thin to even control the body.
Soon, he will be completely swallowed up, and not even a trace of his will will be left.
This silk-like consciousness can't carry much, and the memory has been completely worn away, leaving only a wisp of obsession.
The Eye of God in Jiang Bai's hand seemed to feel the master's awakening and became brighter.
"Is it Senior Fang Yuan?" Hu Tao asked softly.
Fang Yuan's eyes with only a few whites left looked at a few people and rolled his eyes with difficulty.
"Finally...someone is here..."
A hoarse voice came from a throat that had not spoken for hundreds of years. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether it was a human voice or a monster's roar.
"senior……"
Chongyun held the sword in his hand, clenching the hilt tightly, just like his heavy heart.
Hutao took back the staff of Humo and paid the highest respect to this senior who sacrificed his life.
"What time is it now?"
"500 years have passed..."
There was silence in the space, except for the intermittent questions and answers.
"It's been so long..."
Fang Yuan was disappointed to hear that such a long time had passed.
He wanted to ask for news about a person, but why couldn't he remember who that person was or what his name was...
He can't even remember why that person is important to him...
Why did he ask for the time?
Why is he here?
Oh, he remembered...
He turned into a monster and he kept waiting for someone to come and kill him.
Fang Yuan closed his eyes, and a tear flashed from the corner of his eye.
He has forgotten even the most important person...
"Just kill me……"
"Senior..." Jiang Bai wanted to say something.
Maybe there's still hope?
"kill me!"
Fang Yuan, however, had no desire to live anymore.
He was dead long ago, on the day he forgot the past.
Now 500 years have passed, and with the Emperor here, Liyue will definitely be fine.
He didn't have anything else to worry about.
Chongyun couldn't bear it.
If it was just an unconscious monster, he could still just think of it as a monster.
But knowing that this senior still had consciousness left, how could he do this?
"Let me do it."
Hu Tao waved his hand and asked them to take a few steps back and bowed solemnly to Fang Yuan.
This is admiration for the heroes and mourning for the deceased.
"Senior, have a good trip!"
The hot flames burned blazingly, and the black body turned into beautiful star points in the firelight.
Hutao took out the suona and played a farewell song.
In the sound of the song, these stars flew away with the wind and scattered in Liyue Harbor, in the ancient houses, and in front of the carefully decorated tombs.
Jiang Bai looked at the Eye of God in his hand. This Eye of God had completely lost its brilliance, leaving only a dim shell.
The many emotions that filled his heart finally turned into a sigh.
"let's go."
There is no need to stay here anymore, let's see when they can receive news from Xingqiu so that they can send these gifts back.
Although these holy relics are very precious, Jiang Bai does not intend to be greedy.
The legacy of heroes and martyrs should be left to their descendants.
Chongyun glanced back. There were only many traces left by the battle, and there was no trace of filth.
He put away his sword and walked out.
Back outside the water, the three of them were not in high spirits.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Seeing them coming back with unhappy faces, Yidou was very confused.
What is happening under the water? Why do all three of them look unhappy?
"I saw an ancestor... Alas, another sad story..."
"Senior? There are people under the water, right?"
"Has been dead for many years..."
Jiang Bai shook his head and didn't say much.
Fang Yuan was already dead from the moment the seal was completed.
All that remains is obsession.
A touch of obsession that doesn't want to let oneself become a monster.
Seeing that they were not in a good mood, I didn't ask any more questions.
"Shall we return to Liyue Port?"
"It's getting late, let's go back."
Hutao didn't plan to stay out overnight. She was thinking about that senior now and wanted to find the senior's information, complete the missing records, and send back whatever relics she could.
Back in Liyue Port, Hutao also happened to receive a message from Xingqiu.
It turns out that this senior is not an ordinary person, but the 53rd generation leader of the Guhua Sect.
When he led people to stop the demonic tide, his body was never found.
Before leaving, he deliberately passed on the position of head.
Although the Guhua Sect is now just a little-known sect, it has never been cut off in Liyue's thousands of years of history, and has produced many amazing and talented people.
This senior Fang Yuan is one of them.
He is a natural swordsman.
He joined the Guhua Sect when he was young, and within a year he had mastered the Guhua Swordsmanship, and later developed the Guhua Swordsmanship to the extreme.
It's a pity that the people who followed were dull in talent, and their research on the martial arts of the Guhua Sect gradually went in the wrong direction, and the Guhua Sect fell into decline.
It wasn't until Xingqiu came that Guhua's swordsmanship showed its true power.
Several people were sitting in the living room of Xingqiu's house, listening to him tell the story of senior Fang Yuan.
Jiang Bai and others also told what happened under the water.
"It turned out to be like this..." Yidou finally understood the cause and effect.
No wonder they were all depressed when they came out. Even he felt uncomfortable hearing such stories.
"It turns out that this senior is such a person..." Kuki Shinobu also admired him very much.
It is because of these heroes that descendants like them can live peacefully in a safe world.
(End of chapter)
