I don't know how long it took, Su Yunfei woke up faintly, with a splitting headache and chest congestion. At this moment, he wanted to sleep all the time and didn't want to wake up. He couldn't and could not accept the departure of his dearest person.
Like a wandering spirit, he sat in a daze in his parents' room, and sobbed silently in his father-in-law's room.
Su Yunfei walked out of the yard, his blood-red eyes were vacant, and his heroic face was covered with blood and tears. He took out a white cloth, used it as a mourning dress, and staggered towards a grave.
Buried here are his parents, father-in-law and mother-in-law, Li Fuyao's parents, and his family's big yellow dog.
Su Yunfei knelt quietly in front of the tomb for three days and three nights.
Three days later, he stood up slowly and wiped away the blood and tears. His expression was unmoved. He was numb from the pain. He had never been in such pain.
He flew towards Wangqing Peak with his sword and knelt down with a plop. He walked towards the courtyard on his knees, unable to kneel down in Master Li Yi's room.
From Lin Miaoke's diary, he learned that the master had been looking for him for five thousand years. He only spent one month every year in the sect and spent the rest of the time looking for Su Yunfei's whereabouts.
Li Yi searched the entire human world, went deep into the ocean to visit all the sea races, and even ventured deep into the demon world.
In five thousand years, Li Yi never had a smile on his face, until the three races of humans and demons fought and fell into the world of demons.
Without Li Yi, Su Yunfei would have been killed by the Blood Demon Sect at the entrance of Shiwan Mountain, and he would not have become a disciple of Shushan Sword Tomb.
Su Yunfei kowtowed heavily three times, then stood up and closed the door.
He went to Yueyao's room. Yueyao was like a biological sister and took great care of him when he first came to Shushan.
A portrait of Su Yunfei and her standing together hangs above Yueyao's bed. The two of them are smiling so happily in the painting. It was painted for them by the painting sage at the top of Mount Huangshan.
There were deep marks of dried tears on the scroll. For countless days and nights, Yueyao cried silently while looking at the portrait.
Suddenly, Su Yunfei saw a few lines of beautiful small words on the portrait:
Xiao Yunfei, my sister is going to fight with the demon clan. If your sister doesn't come back, you have to take care of yourself! I put a feather in your room, be sure to keep it. This is the last gift my sister leaves for you. Don’t read it!
Su Yunfei rushed out of Yueyao's room and came to his own room. When he saw the white feather on the bedside, he hugged the feather and cried loudly.
Soon he saw that the walls of the room were densely packed with messages written to him by his classmates in Shushan, and he read them all without missing a word.
His mind was blank. He didn't know how to get out of the room. Standing on the cliff, he suddenly remembered the scene ten thousand years later in the time pool in Taoist Taiyi's secret realm.
He stood on the top of the mountain, looking back, he was gone and he was alone.
Now it comes true!
Su Yunfei flew out of Shu Mountain with his sword and flew to Lingyue Palace to find the woman he had promised to love for ten thousand years, Xiao Yunxi.
Just like the Shushan Sword Tomb, Lingyue Palace is also in ruins and lifeless.
Through induction, Su Yunfei found the yard where Xiao Yunxi lived. The yard was already overgrown with weeds. He gently opened the door. The house was clean and spotless.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with his portrait on the bedside and a lot of treasures he gave to Xiao Yunxi.
He saw a line of writing on the wall:
Yunfei, I can’t wait for you to love me for ten thousand years. I have become an immortal and am going to fight. If you fall, we will continue to be together on the road to hell. If you are still there, live well for me and meet you in this life. It is the most beautiful thing that happened to me, Xiao Yunxi. Farewell and never miss her!
The heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the room, unable to subside for a long time.
Until he could no longer cry tears of blood, Su Yunfei walked out of the room and cleaned up all the weeds in the yard, restoring it to the way it had been when Xiao Yunxi was around.
After doing this, he put the entire courtyard into the Najie and bowed deeply to the dojo of Lingyue Palace's founder Dugu Feng and the palace owner Lonely Xianqin.
Immediately, he flew back to Shushan with his sword and came to Wentian Peak.
now
, Ye Qingcheng sat on the steps of the courtyard of Hua Wudi, the master of Wentian Peak.
She buried her head between her legs and sobbed silently, like a homeless little girl. Sensing Su Yunfei approaching, she raised her head slightly, her face full of despair and helplessness.
"Junior brother, is Shushan really gone? Are those fellow disciples really gone? Are there really only the three of us left?"
Ye Qingcheng shouted helplessly. She looked at Su Yunfei expectantly, hoping to get a different answer.
Su Yunfei nodded silently, and a feeling of sadness filled the entire courtyard. The senior sister and brother hugged each other tightly, and they were the only ones who depended on each other from now on.
The two flew to Tianjian Peak, Xiaoyaoning looked into the distance with lifeless eyes, and Dongfang Man knelt in front of the Sword Palace, in agony.
Su Yunfei walked to the sword palace, gently helped Dongfang Man, who had cried until he had no strength, patted his shoulder and comforted him silently.
The four of them sat on the steps in silence for a long time. Suddenly, Su Yunfei slapped his forehead and shouted:
"How could I forget Grandpa Jiang Chen? He will definitely leave something for me!"
Immediately, the four of them flew to Wuyou Valley in Shiwan Mountain with their swords in tacit understanding.
When they flew over the Shiwan Mountains, they discovered that there was no trace of any demon king in the depths of the Shiwan Mountains. There were only a few ordinary tigers, leopards, and wolves with extremely poor bloodlines.
"The world has changed in a blink of an eye, things have changed and people have changed!"
"Oh~ Curiosity killed the cat. We shouldn't have gone to that island. My intestines are full of regrets."
"It's meaningless to talk about this now. The top priority is to find out if any of our contemporaries are still alive."
"..."
After sighing for a moment, the four of them flew towards Wuyou Valley.
After entering Wuyou Valley, Su Yunfei was surprised to find that the yard of the sword guard old man Jiang Chen was gone, and the Xuanyuan Sword was no longer there. In the thatched house in the yard, there was supposed to be a spatial passage leading to the world of the demon clan, but it was also missing.
Su Yunfei frowned, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"Still found nothing. Grandpa Jiang Chen must have left in a hurry and left nothing for me." Su Yunfei said helplessly.
The Dongfang man sighed and said:
"How brutal was that decisive battle? Even someone as powerful as Grandpa Jiang Chen didn't come back alive."
"Let's go to the Great Wall of the North to see it!"
Four people shouted at the same time.
"Maybe we can also find the bones of our fellow disciples." Su Yunfei said softly, his voice full of grief.
The four of them bowed respectfully in the direction of Jiang Chen's courtyard, and then flew towards the Great Wall of the North with their swords.
Along the way, they saw that many familiar cities had disappeared and were covered by vegetation. There were very few human cities. The brutality of the war was undoubtedly evident. The population had not recovered much after five thousand years.
The four of them landed in front of a mountain gate, which was the old place of the Crazy Knife Sect. How could they forget the incredibly cute Rongrong, the little girl who was doted on by the four of them like a younger sister.
The Crazy Blade Sect was also in a dilapidated state, with no human habitation, and traces of time were everywhere. Even though the four of them had made full mental preparations, they couldn't help but feel a pain in their chests.
Rongrong, such a cute and innocent little girl, also died. In Rongrong's room, the four of them saw the last words she left on the wall:
Brothers and sisters, Rongrong is going to eat...oh no, she is going to kill monsters. Grandpa Sky Swallowing Bird has passed away. Rongrong is so sad. Her brothers and sisters are gone. Rongrong is even more sad. Rongrong may come back. I won’t come. When you pay homage to me, bring more delicious food. Goodbye, brothers and sisters!
The four of them couldn't hold it in any longer, their tears couldn't stop flowing, and Rongrong was gone.
After gathering their spirits, everyone flew towards the Great Wall of the North.
Many places on the Great Wall of the North have collapsed. Judging from the traces, it was forcibly broken into pieces with great magic power. The formations on it have long since failed. At a glance, it is full of devastation.
The four of them, Su Yunfei, stood on a section of the Great Wall that had not yet collapsed. They were silent, sensing whether there was a Shushan Sword Tomb under the ground on the other side of the Great Wall, a member of the same sect of the Nanhai Sword Sect.
Bones.
At this moment, a group of monks wearing unified sect uniforms flew over the Great Wall. They looked at Su Yunfei and the four of them lightly and nodded.
The leader is a middle-aged woman, and the others are young girls. They should be the woman's apprentices.
The middle-aged woman pointed at the Great Wall and then in the direction of the world of monsters. She looked solemn and said in a deep voice:
"Five thousand years ago, our ancestors of the human race fought a decisive battle with the two demon clans here. That battle was the most brutal battle in history. Three billion human troops, all warriors died in battle, and dozens of great monks of the Immortal Mirror were killed. All died, more than 10 million monks, and only a thousand survived in the end."
Everyone fell into silence. It was so tragic. A girl asked:
"Master, did our human race win in the end?"
The middle-aged woman looked at the direction of the demon clan and sighed:
"In that battle, all the demons, including the demon ancestors, were wiped out. Except for the demon ancestors, all the demon monks were killed. The reason why all the human immortals died was because they all chose to self-destruct in order to make the demon clan fall. It's a pity that What’s wrong is that the Demon Ancestor is too powerful, and they only crippled the Demon Ancestor, so the human race can be considered a winner, but it can also be considered a failure.”
"The Demon Ancestor is still alive?"
"She should be hiding in a secret place to recuperate."
Then, the middle-aged woman said sternly:
"I brought you here today just to show you the place where our ancestors fought. The peace you have now was earned by our ancestors with their lives. The demon ancestor is not dead yet, and the demon clan will one day make a comeback. When the time comes, it will be us. If one generation carries the banner of the human race, if it wins, all generations will be prosperous; if it fails, it will be a slave forever! So you must work hard to practice in the future, cut off the head of the demon ancestor in the future, and create peace for the human race forever!"
The middle-aged woman's words were so sonorous and powerful that even Su Yunfei and the other three were moved by her words, while the boys and girls listened with excitement.
"Cut off the head of the demon ancestor and create eternal peace for the human race!" they shouted in unison.
Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Su Yunfei and the others suddenly cheered up.
Su Yunfei looked at Ye Qingcheng, Dongfang Nan, and Xiaoyaoning with extremely serious expressions, and said:
"The four of us formed a sect, and our name is Sword Sect!"
