"No." Xi Xi looked at Xi Che calmly: "If I had my way, I wouldn't wait until now."
The problems Xingxi faced didn't just come to her now.
In fact, this was a problem that had been with her since she was born. If Xixi had a way to solve it at that time, there would be no need to wait until the problems in Xingxi's body gradually amplified and fermented to the point where they are now irreversible.
"If this is the case, then let me choose, I will choose to live, even if the person who lives may no longer be me." Xiche said, looking at his ancestor.
"Everyone has their own choice." Xixi looked at Xiche and smiled: "So, I also have my own choice."
Saying this, she reached out and took out a round jade pendant and handed it to Xi Che: "What do you think this is?"
Xi Che looked at the jade pendant handed over by Xi Xi. It was a piece of warm, green jade, composed of two pieces of hook jade similar to the yin and yang fish. It looked like the jade was of good quality and was valuable.
But that's about it.
Compared to the other incredible weapons and spiritual weapons that Xi Xi possesses, this jade pendant seems so ordinary.
"Do you know why I can become the ancestor of the St Empire?" Xi Xi looked at Xi Che and continued with a somewhat sarcastic smile: "So that my children can become the people of this empire to inherit the throne."
Xiche looked at his ancestor and couldn't help but shook his head.
According to the history I know, this is because my ancestor became the final winner of the War of One Hundred Kings, so he is qualified to enjoy all the fruits of victory.
But according to the words of the ancestors, it seems that this is not the case.
Xixi looked at Xiche and smiled: "Then you will know now."
Saying this, Xixi took the jade pendant from Xiche's hand, and then gently and deftly broke it apart.
The two pieces of turquoise magatama that were originally connected were easily separated.
But that's it, nothing happened.
And Xiche knew that his ancestors would not do meaningless things, not to mention that now was not the time to joke at all.
The next moment, a long sigh came from behind Xi Che.
The boy turned around in surprise, only to find that there was someone standing behind him.
This is the Longevity Palace, and the place where they are at this time is the ancestor's own palace. In terms of privacy and security level, it is almost the highest realm in the world.
But this person appeared here silently.
After the ancestor broke open the jade pendant.
So Xiche couldn't help but look at this person more.
He is an old man.
He was wearing a black cloak that was like black mist, making it difficult to see other details of his body.
He arrived here quietly, like a god of death.
"Why?" Just as Xi Che looked at him, the old man said quietly.
His voice was a little hoarse, but it was indescribably pleasant.
"Isn't this something I am qualified to decide?" Xixi looked at the old man in front of her and asked with some contempt.
So the old man in black continued to sigh: "Why bother?"
He looked at Xing Xi who was lying on the bed: "Let this child live in this world, just let her suffer in vain."
"So in the future you see, she survives and suffers." Xixi stared at the old man closely and said, "Right."
The future you see.
When Xiche heard this, he couldn't help but look at the old man with a bit of awe.
From everyone's words before, we can more or less know that seeing the future is almost exclusive to saints.
Those beings that have completely transcended the human realm can see clearly the cause and effect of all things, and can then know the origin and ending of all things.
But because of this, these saints suffered greater imprisonment, so that they were almost completely separated from the world.
"Yes." The old man nodded and said unequivocally.
Saying this, he looked back at Xi Che and said, "Why do you keep him with you?"
His voice was somewhat disgusted.
Xi Che was a little unhappy after being rejected, but so what if he wasn't happy.
The ancestors said that they have their own methods and their own countermeasures.
So there is no need to really rely on the Star Lord.
But Xiche never expected that his ancestor could really summon a saint-level existence.
What level of existence is this kind of saint?
A Star Master who can barely maintain his realm can make the entire Xing Che clan act according to his will and serve him.
And is the old man in front of him a prosperous saint, or a saint who can barely maintain his realm like the Star Lord?
Xi Che has no idea at all.
He only knows one thing.
That is, he was reborn into the Xiguang clan, and he was really almost reborn at the top of the world.
"Why, do you know more about him?" Xixi looked at the old man and asked.
"He is a scourge." The old man evaluated Xiche mercilessly: "You know, the scourge will last for thousands of years."
"If it can be left behind for a thousand years, I think there are many people who won't mind doing this harm." Xixi looked at the old man and said calmly: "What I asked you to do, I think you already know it without me having to say it."
"In other words, you have been waiting for this moment. After all, only when I die can you completely get rid of the entanglement with this world."
"If possible." The old man smiled lowly: "I hope you can live for a while instead of wasting your last life on her."
"Did you know?" Xixi looked at the old man: "Saints will die, but you are still alive."
"Those saints have lived for tens of thousands of years, and this world has almost lost any meaning to them."
"In a sense, you are more powerful than the saints of the hidden tribe, but in other words, you are also more cowardly than them."
"I don't know what kind of scenery you have seen after becoming a saint, so that you all shrink and become like this." Xixi looked at the old man and continued: "But to me, life is like fire. .”
As she said this, she stretched out her finger, and a small golden flame immediately burst out from her fingertips.
"There is no eternal fire in this world."
"But you can use one fire to light another fire."
Xi Xi quietly stretched the flame of her finger towards the sleeping Xing Xi. The flame jumped up, then fell on Xing Xi's body, burning on her body, and then quietly penetrated into her body.
"So she is the fire you chose?" The old man looked at Xixi and asked.
"I thought saints knew the answers to all the questions in this world." Xixi said, looking at the old man.
The old man smiled, reached out and took off the black cloak.
Under the cloak, the old man's face was old but handsome, and his long pale golden hair hung down behind his head, like a bunch of dry reeds.
"I can give you the answer to this question."
"Even a saint cannot do this."
