(…I've been updating it for quite some time at Genesis, but now I'm using this method to end the novel. The reason is…as a writer…I can only say that I don't have enough perseverance. I apologize to my readers who have read this book before.)
This was the unedited version of the ending. He was really sorry that the ending was so hasty.
- Author's words)
In the distant Central Plains, the most prosperous place in the Nine Prefectures was…supposed to be like this.
Five feet of land, six directions of wilderness, cracks, everywhere was barren.
Lowering ferns, green duckweed and yellow, the vast rivers and lakes were actually earthy yellow like sand and mud. It was embarrassing to smell the filth. With a plop sound, ripples seemed to appear on the shallow riverbank, stirring up a thin layer of dust.
After some noise, it gradually became clear.
At the spot where the ripples were, there was a withered hand. It was shaking weakly, as if it was struggling. It was even buried in the lower head that was like a manure pit. Its Adam's apple was rolling…It was as if it was sobbing silently.
Such a bleak scene was unbelievable. Was this place still the rumoured bustling place?
Just like that, two hours passed without any " signs of life ", until the ripples stopped, the head that was raised, and the rolling body lay down again, falling into silence once again.
Half of the tattered cloth, which was covered in dust, slid down. With a piercing sound, it swayed a few times in the air and landed beside the sloppy youth's ear.
After being in a daze for a few minutes, the young man's eyes moved numbly. His gray eyes tried very hard to look at the tattered cloth. He was in a daze, as if there was some hatred in his vast eyes because of the strange marks on the tattered cloth.
Looking at the familiar traces that had now become unfamiliar, the young man's face was filled with pain and savagery. He would never forget the world filled with the blood-colored moon in front of the mountain rocks and on the green bricks, as well as the people in the distance who made him and all the people in the Central Plains hate him…
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In the ruined world, countless wriggling cracks were tearing the earth apart, spewing out lava and burning all living beings. The red color that flickered in Xiong Guang's flames did not show any light under the blood-red fog. Only the blood-red cauldron that covered the sky at the edge of the sky existed.
It was unknown how long this deathly stillness lasted. The mosquito-like cracking sound was so clear in this world. The large bloody cauldron shook gently. As the vibration intensified, the mysterious patterns gradually cracked.
A moment of silence, as if it was an illusion, followed by a thunderous rumble from the nine heavens, accompanied by a black blood rain that pierced through the heavens and earth.
In the misty rain, if one looked carefully, they would see two young people standing quietly in the air. However, the scarlet blood drops that were even thicker than the black blood rain were on the slightly older white-robed young man's body and flowed down the arm of the white-robed young man who was carrying a huge ruler.
The other hand was tightly gripping the young man's neck, exerting a lot of strength. Looking at this familiar appearance, the young man's scarlet eyes and his claws that were gradually stained with blood trembled violently. It was very inexplicable. Even he himself did not know if this was the joy of revenge.
He was like my teacher, like my father, teaching me skills and teachings, but he was also an old man who betrayed me, destroyed my cultivation, and harmed the people I loved. He was the person I called Yao Lao, the one who deserved to die.
But now…Xiao Yan looked at Yao Lao's blood-red eyes. Gradually, the ink-black wind wheel that appeared in the blood-red color was like the once sweet, unfamiliar coldness that gradually shattered into drops. Only the same as before, the same kindness from back then remained.
Xiao Yan opened his mouth. His voice was low and hoarse as he let out a wild beast-like roar. However, he was unable to make even the slightest sound. The iciness that dripped from his fingertips completely destroyed the last trace of luck that he had. The persistence that he had held for a long time was completely destroyed. There was also the unbelievable madness in his heart.
'What have I done all these years?'
'The Little Fairy Doctor activated a secret technique in order to stall for time during the fight for the inheritance with Jiang Kui and the others, causing her to lose her memories.'
'In the Crimson Sand Ancient Realm, Han Xue, who used her three souls and seven spirits in her battle with the ancient True Immortal who transmigrated, is still unconscious.'
'At the peak of the Cloud Mist, Yun Yun entered the Door of Life and Death and reversed the Illusion Dao.'
'Ling' er also used the power of the Spirit Race to face all the powerful factions on the continent alone. She was powerless and caused Yao Lao to destroy her entire race.'
" What's even more ridiculous is that the Yanran I faced during the three-year agreement was controlled by Xiao Yichen. They really became enemies to the death. I had to use Yun Yun as a hostage to escape from Xiao Chen and the others.'
'Qing Lin is still using the power of the world to suppress Xiao Yan and the rest…'
" Only now do I know that teacher was only hit by Xiao Chen's other heavenly deity. Ha ha…ha…" Xiao Yan recalled his life and roared at the sky as he was about to collapse.
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