Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

Even though it is still unable to break away from the existence of the weapon itself and is a fragile spirit, if it really meets the right person, it is not impossible for it to transform into a more powerful sword spirit or weapon spirit.

It seemed that Mo Xuanyi was more tolerant and patient with things like utensils from the very beginning.

On the contrary, he is somewhat cold and indifferent to people.

I don’t know what the situation is.

"You are buried under those famous swords?"

Jingxing finally understood why those people couldn't find it. After all, who would care about a stone with a sword stuck in it?

It’s like, when you see beautiful flowers, who would care about the green leaves or even the soil under your feet?

Even if he had the ability to hunt for treasure, he would only regard it as the aura of those famous swords.

So, the ancestor's black ice is actually a gray stone that looks no different from ordinary stones?

Ah, it’s not accurate to say it’s stone.

It was just a rough and uneven ground.

I have seen treasures buried underground, but I have never seen the ground itself being a treasure.

As such a powerful magic weapon, how could it be so undignified?

"Probably. I have been sleeping for these years and I don't know what is happening outside. When I woke up, the power of Xuanbing had been almost consumed, and only a small piece was left."

The scenes in the Xuanling Realm flashed rapidly through Jingxing's mind.

Soon, Jingxing's expression became extremely subtle.

He was silent for two seconds, then looked at Huang Ge and said, "You won't be... buried under the cold wind, right?"

It seemed that his junior sister dug away the stone and the Lingfeng Sword together.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Did he witness with his own eyes the entire process of his own demon lord being poached?

Huang Ge smiled helplessly: "That's right."

Jing Xing: “…”

Jingxing didn't know what to say for a moment.

Huang Ge was not awake at that time, but looking at Jing Xing's appearance, he always felt that something embarrassing had happened without his knowledge.

"what happened?"

Jing Xing patted Huang Ge's shoulder boldly and said, "Don't mind it."

No, I care more, okay.

"When did you wake up?" Jingxing abruptly changed the subject.

Fortunately, Huang Ge cooperated and did not continue the previous topic.

As long as you don't know, it's not shameful, huh.

"…When time goes back."

Huang Ge recalled that time when he was sleeping, he vaguely heard the mournful cry of the Wushuang Sword.

The voice was sobbing and plaintive, as if saying goodbye to something.

He had a vague feeling that if he didn't wake up and take a look, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

So, he borrowed Qin Zhen's spiritual power and half of the lantern demon's demon pill in her Qiankun ring.

Only then did he manage to wake up.

Who would have thought it was still a step too late.

In order to turn back time, Wu Ya burned up his demonic power, life, and even his soul.

Even the Wushuang Sword lent all its power to Wuya and broke apart.

That sound of the sword was the last sound it made.

The unparalleled sword, from the moment it was forged, was only for one purpose -

Guard the demon clan.

Therefore, even if the sword is destroyed, it must uphold its own morality.

And, from beginning to end, it did.

But time is so cruel.

Those who play with time will eventually pay a heavy price.

Everything about Wuya will disappear. There will be no trace of his existence in this world, and no one will remember him anymore.

And he will return to heaven and earth, his soul will disappear completely, and he will not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

For someone who is not remembered, such an ending is probably more painful than death.

He picked up the dying Snowy Owl, which had transformed into its original form.

"Why bother?"

Snow Owl did not answer, but just asked this question:

“Did I catch up this time?”

He was unable to catch up with the demon tribe's epidemic.

He was also unable to make it when his wife passed away.

Even when Jingde was murdered, he was not by his side.

His whole life seemed to be always on the road of being late.

Although I have the ability to control time, I am always abandoned by time.

He was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to use this power easily.

No one knew that he once used the power of time to try to save Huang Ge.

But the final outcome was that Huang Ge still died.

It was even more tragic than his previous death, as several other elders of the demon clan also died in their attempts to save him.

His redo did not save anything, but only made the already bad situation worse.

Countless regrets have pursued him over the years.

From then on, whenever he used the power of time, he was extremely careful.

Even though his cultivation was constantly improving, even though he sometimes felt that his control over the power of time had reached perfection.

However, the failure that year made him dare not try again easily.

So, he continued to move forward cowardly, regretting and resenting, especially after realizing that he had made the wrong choice and done the wrong thing again.

It turns out that gods exist like that.

He does not care about what mortals think and will not fulfill any of their wishes.

He even killed all the people of the demon clan, including Jingxing!

The smart one, who clearly noticed many things were wrong, was still willing to believe in Jingxing!

What on earth did he do?

There are so many opportunities to start over in front of him, why is he afraid to try?

If I could do it again...

If I could do it again!

Then, let's start all over again, even if he has to pay any price for it, even if it's another futile effort.

He also wanted to give it a try.

Time is reversed.

He burned up his life, his demonic power, his soul, everything, even his unparalleled sword, but time only went back a tiny bit.

It turns out that his power is so small.

The only thing he could do was to use up his last bit of strength to put the previous memory back into everyone's consciousness.

He returned their memories, hoping only that they could capture a glimmer of life from them.

Did he catch up this time?

Unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

I can't confirm all this with my own eyes.

Huang Ge gently stroked Wuya's almost transparent feathers.

He whispered, "Yeah, I caught up. You did a good job, Wuya."

"…Finally… I caught up."

A crystal tear rolled down from the corner of Wuya's eye, and then he turned into flying smoke and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The time that was wasted, the courage that was not mustered, and the family of three that will never be reunited.

No one will ever know all this again.

No one knows anymore that there was once a person who ultimately failed to find his way home.

Even that house has long been empty.

Huang Ge lowered his head and his eyes slowly turned red. He couldn't even remember why he was sad.

I just feel like I have lost someone very important.

But time has no sadness or joy, it continues to move forward quietly.