In the snowy mountains.
Zhao Ling returned to the place of enlightenment alone.
Look at everything familiar here.
Bits and pieces of her thirty-year relationship with Yang Gang could not help but flash before her eyes.
His expression immediately became resolute, cold, and filled with deep-seated hatred.
Compared with the hysteria of losing parents and clan members, there is a deeper hatred, which seems to be deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul.
"Don't worry, Aling."
"The rest... I'll leave it to A-Ling. A-Ling... it's okay."
【Time turns around, years flies by. Zhao Ling began his hard training in the snowy mountains. 】
[Day after day, year after year. She held that ordinary spear every day, facing the nine satin bone pictures of the devil, and practiced crazily in the snow. 】
[Every day, I am immersed in endless despair and regret...trying to turn that deep-seated hatred into the motivation for practice. 】
[However...with her ordinary talent, her cultivation speed has always been as slow as ever. She couldn't master the Snow Mountain Demon God's Bone Forging Technique, nor could she practice the Demon God's Satin Bone Nine Transformations. Only the most common techniques can be used to cultivate the body-refining realm. 】
[Ten years later, she finally gained access to all the meridians and reached the second stage of body refining - Tongmai. 】
[Thirty years to build bones, ten years to clear meridians... Such a speed is doomed to achieve nothing in life. 】
[The hope of revenge is already very slim. 】
【This day. 】
[The wind is howling and the snow is freezing. 】
[Zhao Ling sat in the hut and finally picked up the unparalleled miracle called 'The Art of Killing the Heart'. 】
"I am a fool……"
"Aling, I'm so stupid..."
Zhao Ling gently stroked the strokes left by Yang Gang on the Zhanqing Heart Jue.
The infatuated eyes revealed a sense of determination.
"I really have no choice... Aring."
"I have tried all the methods. Perhaps, this is the only way that can give me hope of revenge."
"But... I'm afraid. I'm afraid that after I practice the Love-Destroying Heart Art, I will forget you. I'm really, really scared..."
"But...if I don't practice the Love-Slaying Heart Art, I'm afraid I won't have any hope of revenge in this life..."
"I heard about it."
"I've heard it all..."
"That kid Wuhui said that the Heavenly Sword was resurrected..."
"If he can be resurrected, then you...must be able to do it too, right?"
"You will definitely be able to escape from the Blood Drinking Demon Sword and continue your glory in this life. Right?"
Zhao Ling's eyes burst out with strong hope.
"Yes, I can definitely, definitely can resurrect you...even if the price is that I forget you. Everything is over..."
"Aling, I'm sorry."
[After ten years of hesitation, Zhao Ling finally made up his mind to practice the Art of Killing Love, forgetting everything and human emotions. Even, forget the... most important shadow in my heart. Go back to the path of sitting and forgetting in your previous life. 】
[This night, heavy snow fell and ice covered thousands of miles. 】
[The reincarnated body of Immortal Lord Zuowang re-enters the realm of Zuowang. 】
"Do you have to be so cruel to yourself?" Yang Gang watched all this silently and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
resurrection?
How could he be resurrected?
Now I can only hope that Zhao Ling will suffer less through his hundreds of years of practice.
Zhao Ling's current situation is simply perfect for practicing the Heart-Severing Art. As long as she is willing...forget about the remaining shadow in her heart.
After a hundred years, with her understanding of the way of sitting and forgetting, maybe she can actually defeat the perfect Heavenly Sword?
[It’s ten years later again. 】
[Zhao Ling's cultivation speed has been much faster, and he has finally reached the golden body realm with stumbling steps. He is about to enter the Zhen Gang realm, and condenses a heart of love-killing Taoism that will never let go of love or desire. 】
[However—it was also at this level that she stopped moving forward. 】
[Five years later, it was still like this. 】
Yang Gang sighed and turned to Zhao Ling's perspective.
Silent night.
Suddenly a desperate and painful cry came from the snow: "I can't forget, I can't forget...I can't forget it for the rest of my life! Aring, I can't forget it!"
"I can not forget you!!!"
The woman who made the sound seemed to be completely in a state of madness.
Roar after roar, hysterical, frantic and helpless.
"I really can't forget..."
"No, I can definitely do it! I can definitely do it... Zhanqing asked, reaching the top. I want to catch up with him, kill, kill, kill... the giant gods, kill -"
The endless hatred is like a surging river, colder than the ten thousand-year-old ice in the snowy mountains.
Yang Gang couldn't bear to close his eyes.
But he couldn't resist the desperate cries that reached his ears.
[Ten years, another ten years... Zhao Ling still can't forget the love deeply planted in his heart. 】
[The forty-fifth year in the snowy mountains...]
[Yang Wuhui’s descendants went up the mountain and brought a book of travels to the North. This book records the glorious past events in the life of the 'Sword Demon'. 】
"This book..."
Zhao Ling stroked the book cover of the travel notes to the North and suddenly showed a peaceful smile.
"With it, I...can feel at ease."
"At least in this world, besides me, there is someone who can remember your name. I will always remember it..."
"The existence of this book means...I will never forget you!"
"Aling..." A long roar came out.
It shook the entire Snowy Mountains.
Thousands of avalanches came crashing down, like a catastrophe that would destroy the world.
Zhao Ling stood alone on the snowy plain, holding an ordinary spear in his hand. He suddenly shot forward, passing through the void and breaking through countless layers of ice and snow.
A strange breath of mortals formed outside her body.
After forty-five years of hard training in Daxue Mountain, a Taoist heart finally condensed.
Zhao Ling stands in the ice and snow, with a cold and lonely temperament.
He is like a cold and ruthless heavenly being, a reincarnated immortal king who has returned from reincarnation.
"Not enough...not enough..." A cold voice sounded, and Zhao Ling seemed to have completely changed into a different person.
She stood in the pure white ice and snow, like a fairy in the sky, admiring herself with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Only the absolute rationality in his mind is left, and he understands the purpose of everything he does.
She has one goal for the rest of her life - to destroy the Giant God City and kill the Heavenly Sword Song Youque.
This time, she wanted to completely cut off the giant god clan's peerless sword.
As for resurrecting Yang Gang...she forgot.
I saw the woman with a temperament as cold as frost, holding a spear and turning around silently, walking towards the depths of the snowy mountain.
[Deep underground in the place of enlightenment, Zhao Ling discovered a demon cave and discovered the huge remains of the ancient demon god buried deep underground. 】
[The demonic energy gathers here and endless ice and snow demons are born. For decades after that, she went crazy into the underground devil's cave every day to hone her marksmanship. She was like a tireless killing machine. She only knew how to kill, kill, kill every day... She was injured again and again, and she was on the verge of death...]
[Zhao Ling, who was immersed in the boundless killing calamity, was like a demon, ruthless and bloodthirsty... his understanding of marksmanship gradually entered the hall. 】
Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling's crazy figure.
This woman... her face, chest, breasts, and neck are all covered with scars, and there is almost no good skin on her body.
I couldn't help but sigh.
"Why bother..."
But if not, with just an ordinary spear, how could she fight against Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword, who had perfected his skills from Youyouqi and was also at the pinnacle of sword practice?
Even though she has entered the realm of asking questions, she still does not change the stubbornness and persistence in her nature.
[Ten years later, with the absolutely rational thinking of Zhan Qing Xin Jue, Zhao Ling finally mastered the art of shooting. 】
[At the same time, her love-killing Taoist heart has also been completed, and she has awakened her first life: Zuowang Immortal Lord. Then she reached the pinnacle of Zhen Gang Realm without any choice to go further and practice Yuan Shen to cross three tribulations. 】
[It seemed as if there was an invisible door ahead, which kept her away. 】
[The next ten years, Zhao Ling began to practice the way of sitting and forgetting. In the 90th year in the Snow Mountain, she awakened again in her second life - still the immortal king of sitting and forgetting. 】
[In the hundredth year, she finally emerged from her third life. Still... the Immortal Lord Zuowang. 】
"Xianjun Zuowang..." Yang Gang couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
What is the origin of this Immortal Lord Zuowang? As a person in a fairyland, why do we keep sinking into the world of mortal misery, abandoning the path of forgetfulness again and again, and reincarnate in the world of mortals?
[On this day, the land of enlightenment remains unchanged by ice and snow. Zhao Ling wore a black robe to cover the criss-crossing scars on his body. 】
[For the first time in a hundred years, she stepped out of the place of enlightenment. 】
In front of Yang Gang's eyes, the life-level river shines brightly.
A small cyan fish suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and the indigo light seemed to be more dazzling than the azure life order!
finally.
Those indigo lights evolved into cyan characters.
[The ultimate skill is to invite the Heavenly Sword. The heart of the gun is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry for blood. 】
[The Northland Demon Spear, the final calamity—the beginning of the calamity. 】
