My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

Zhongyu.

The top of a high mountain.

Jiang Beixuan stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and his long robe fluttering in the whistling wind.

Above, a strange blue fish was suspended in mid-air.

The blue scales all over its body glowed slightly, and its fins flapped like wings.

The one with a lazy look on his face was none other than Lan Ting.

At this moment, Jiang Beixuan felt a slight vibration in his waist.

He frowned slightly and took out the Cangwu Order casually.

With a light tap of his fingertips, he saw the message sent by the clan leader.

"An ancient city from the Human Emperor era..."

Jiang Beixuan seemed to be thinking about something, exhaled lightly, looked into the distance, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Zhugezi's inheritance? Strange, I've never heard of this before in my memory."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind full of thoughts.

Ever since he went against the flow of time and came to this world, he discovered that many historical events were completely different from what he was familiar with, even beyond recognition.

Therefore, although I was a little surprised about the appearance of Zhuge Zi's inheritance, I didn't think too much about it.

Jiang Beixuan quickly gathered his thoughts, looked at Lan Ting, and said casually, "Lan Ting, I'm going to the border of the Eastern Region to seize some opportunities. You stay here and wait for me to come back."

Lan Ting shook his large head, his tone somewhat nonchalant, "What kind of opportunity is this? Why is there such a big fanfare?"

Jiang Beixuan said slowly, "According to the clan leader, the ancient city that has appeared this time is from the Human Emperor era. It's called 'Wanquan' and contains the legacy left by the literary sage Zhuge Zi..."

Lan Ting, who had been somewhat nonchalant, froze in an instant when he heard the word 'Wanquan'.

A hint of reminiscence also appeared in those dark blue eyes.

Jiang Beixuan raised his eyebrows when he saw this. "Why? You know this city?"

Lan Ting didn't answer immediately.

It shook its fins slightly, slowly turned its head, and looked into the distance, as if looking into the endless void.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I didn't expect it to be here..."

Jiang Beixuan became interested instantly after hearing this.

At this time, Lan Ting continued, "Before I fell asleep, my master and I, along with two seniors, passed by this place. We saw the demons invading, causing heavy casualties in the city. We drew our swords to help, fought against them, and saved the people of Wanquan City..."

After saying this, he raised his head slightly and said with emotion: "I have to say, we were really strong together back then. Even a demon general as strong as the Saint King realm was not our opponent in a single blow. In the blink of an eye, blood was splattered all over Wanquan City, terrifying the demons..."

Lan Ting's scales shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

It looked nostalgic, as if its thoughts had drifted back to that turbulent era.

"It's a pity... things are unpredictable. As time goes by, everything changes."

Jiang Beixuan heard this and said softly, "The wheel of history rolls forward, and it won't stop for anyone."

"If you have unfinished business, I will go with you after I seize Zhugezi's inheritance."

Lan Ting's dark blue eyes lit up slightly.

It looked at Jiang Beixuan deeply.

Then he calmed down, shook his tail fin, and said with a smile: "In that case, I will wait for you to come back and see if you can do it..."

Jiang Beixuan didn't say much, just nodded slightly, then turned around, took a step forward, and turned into a sword light that shot up into the sky, broke through the clouds, and rushed away into the distance!

Lan Ting was suspended in mid-air, looking at the direction where Jiang Beixuan was going away. His gaze gradually became deep, as if he had penetrated endless years and returned to that extremely distant era that was unforgettable and would never be forgotten!

That was the 103rd year of the Human Emperor Calendar.

It was the day when the demon army was slaughtered.

Wang Yiyun stood on a ruined city.

The white robe rustled in the wind, and the alchemy furnace hung quietly at his waist.

"Lan Ting, is the war over?"

Wang Yiyun asked softly, his voice slightly hoarse and a little tired.

Lan Ting wiggled his fins slightly. "Yes, Master, the demons have been completely wiped out from this world. Peace has returned to the world. We... have finally won."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It is the smile of a winner, and also the gratitude for surviving a disaster.

However, this peace did not last long.

Seven days later, a piece of shocking news spread throughout the world - the Human Emperor has fallen!

Without any warning, the news suddenly spread throughout the five realms and reached the ears of all cultivators.

When Wang Yiyun heard the news.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

The Human Emperor, the great hero who unified the five realms, resisted the demons, and suppressed darkness, died just like that?

And the reason is simply a relapse of an old illness? !

"Ridiculous!" Wang Yiyun slammed a piece of the stone table, his eyes bloodshot. "Senior Human Emperor is so powerful! How could he die from an old illness?!"

"Lan Ting, there must be something fishy going on here! I don't believe it! I must get to the bottom of this!"

Lan Ting looked at his master quietly, unable to comfort him and could only stay by his side.

..........

In the days that followed.

With the death of the Human Emperor, the originally stable situation collapsed in an instant.

The Ji Dynasty collapsed.

Various major forces took the opportunity to rise up and establish their own territory, hoping to emulate the Human Emperor and unify the five regions!

The flames of war broke out again, and it was even more brutal than when the demons invaded.

Mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, the sky was dyed blood red, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and karma was overwhelming!

..........

someday.

There was heavy rain, the sky and the earth were dark, and there were thunder and lightning.

Wang Yiyun stood on a bloody battlefield.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and blood gathered into a stream, flowing down mixed with mud.

His white robe had long been stained red with blood.

Lan Ting's scales were also stained with dirty blood, emitting a faint fishy smell.

“Why…why did it turn out like this?”

Wang Yiyun looked at the wind and rain, clenched his fists, pierced his palms with his nails, and blood dripped.

"We fought tooth and nail to drive out the demons! We won! Why did it have to turn out like this?!"

He suddenly fell to his knees, pounding his fists on the muddy ground, his voice piercing: "Those human monks fought bloody battles, they died on the battlefield, they fought for world peace! But now? Their blood is exchanged for their own people killing each other?!"

"If the ending is destined to be like this, then what's the point of our struggle?!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and resentment.

The rain slid down my cheeks, and my tears mixed with the rain, making it hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Lan Ting floated quietly beside him, his fins gently flapping the air, trying to comfort his master.

After that night, Wang Yiyun seemed to have changed.

He said no more, his eyes showing determination.

"Lan Ting, I don't believe that someone as powerful as the Human Emperor would die from a so-called old illness!"

"I'm going to the former site of the Imperial Capital to investigate the true cause of the Human Emperor's death!"

From that day on, Wang Yiyun embarked on the journey of finding the truth.

He took Lan Ting with him, traveling all the way, traversing mountains, rivers and lakes, and finally arrived at the ruins of the imperial capital.

However, what awaited him was a ruin that had already been completely looted.

It had already been looted by countless forces, and all valuable clues had been erased.

Even the tomb of the Human Emperor was opened, and there was nothing inside.

Wang Yiyun stood in the ruins of the shattered palace, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "There is still hope... There is still hope!"

His voice was hoarse, but it revealed a persistence that was almost stubborn.

"If there is still one person in the world who can stop this, it is only... Senior Tongtian!"

From that day on, Wang Yiyun embarked on a road of no return.

Ten thousand years, a long road.

Wang Yiyun and Lan Ting traveled thousands of miles, set foot on deserts, glaciers, volcanoes, the Dead Sea, and even walked through those dangerous places known as "Jedi".

Wherever he went, he would always ask the local strong men, the secluded elders, and even look for clues from the remaining ancient books.

Every time Lan Ting watched his master's increasingly thin figure and the light in his eyes dim, an indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart.

"Master, is there really any point in continuing to search like this?"

Wang Yiyun turned around. Although his smile was bitter, his voice was full of determination: "Lan Ting, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I can't give up."

"Perhaps, Senior Tongtian is still waiting for me somewhere."

Lan Ting opened his mouth, but eventually fell silent.

..........

some day.

Wang Yiyun came to a battlefield.

The earth was stained with blood, the sky was covered with black smoke, and flames burned on the piles of corpses.

The two major forces engaged in a brutal fight in order to seize more land.

Everyone was so bloodthirsty that they seemed to have forgotten that they were of the same race.

Wang Yiyun stood in the center of the battlefield, his white robe blown by the wind.

He looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of pain.

After taking a deep breath, he did not escape as he had done in the past, but stood up bravely.

"Stop! You are all human, and some of you have even fought to drive out the demons. Why are you killing each other now?!"

However, no one listened to him.

He stood alone in the center of the battlefield, like a tall and straight pine tree, undisturbed by wind and rain, yet no one paid any attention to him.

The next moment, countless powerful attacks came towards him.

Sword light, knife blades, and magic swallowed him up like a violent storm.

Lan Ting roared and tried his best to save Wang Yiyun, but it was too late.

His dantian was completely destroyed, his meridians were cut off, and his vitality gradually faded away.

..........

Finally, it was on a rainy night.

In the valley, Wang Yiyun leaned against Lan Ting and made a simple coffin. He lay inside, looking up at the sky.

His face was pale and his lips were chapped, but there was a hint of relief and peace in his eyes.

Lan Ting hovered beside the coffin, his fins trembling slightly. His voice was low and sad. "Master, we still have a chance. We can find another way..."

Wang Yiyun shook his head, a faint smile on his lips: "Lan Ting, I'm tired."

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to penetrate the wind and rain, carrying with it an irrefutable sense of relief.

"Over the years, I've seen friends die one after another, including Senior Han Mingzi, Senior Nangong Ji, and too many others."

"And those...traitors."

"I can't...walk anymore."

Lan Ting's fins trembled slightly.

It knew that its owner was really tired.

The fatigue that is deeply buried in the bones cannot be erased by time.

At this time, Wang Yiyun slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrating the gloomy night sky, as if he saw his former self and that tall figure.

"If Senior Tongtian were still alive, how could they dare to do this?"

His voice was choked and tears streamed down the corners of his eyes.

"Senior Tongtian... where on earth have you been..."

The night wind howled, raindrops hit the coffin, and his whispers echoed between heaven and earth, like sighs accumulated over thousands of years, and like questions to everyone in the world.

Lan Ting trembled slightly, "Master..."

Wang Yiyun closed his eyes, his breathing gradually weakened, and his lips trembled slightly: "When the devil retreats, the mountains and rivers will be clear, but the greed of the human heart will become more rampant."

"I am unwilling to let the world be dark, I wish to leave a flame to illuminate future generations..."

The sound became softer and softer.

Finally, it turned into a breeze and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Lan Ting... If there is an afterlife, I wish to be an ordinary person, guarding my own little piece of heaven and earth, unconcerned with worldly affairs..."

After he finished speaking, the eyes that were once full of brilliance slowly closed.

He just lay there quietly, as if he was asleep.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

The valley was eerily quiet.

Lan Ting stood guard in front of the coffin.

Tears glistened in those dark blue eyes.

It looked at Wang Yiyun's pale but peaceful face, its fins trembling slightly, and its voice choked with sobs: "Master... Farewell..."

The voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from deep in the throat.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if an invisible force was gathering at this moment.

Next to that simple coffin.

A faint light slowly rose and turned into a warm ember, burning quietly.

That was Wang Yiyun's last wish.

It is the hope he left behind and his unfulfilled ideal.

..........

The wind was howling and the clouds were rolling.

Above the sky, the thick dark clouds were torn apart by a ray of golden sunlight, which penetrated through the layers of clouds and mist and fell down.

Lan Ting closed his eyes slightly.

The dark blue scales reflect a faint glow in the sunlight.

It seemed as if it could feel the warmth.

It was as if three million years had passed, the world had changed several times, the mountains and rivers had been transformed several times, but that faint remaining fire had always been burning quietly between heaven and earth, never extinguished.

Gradually, Lan Ting's breathing became softer, as if he had traveled through endless time and returned to that rainy night, beside that simple coffin, where the owner had expressed his last wish.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It slowly opened its eyes, with a hint of determination in its pupils.

"I, Lan Ting, don't have any unfinished business in my heart, except for my master's wish, which I dare not forget..."

"Even if three million years have passed and everything has become history that no one has explored, I will still find out the true cause of Senior Human Emperor's death, and where Senior Tongtian went after that battle!"

After saying that, he looked up at the sky.

That was the direction Jiang Beixuan left.

"Boy, I hope you can fulfill your master's ideal..."

Lan Ting slowly turned around.

The wind was howling, and its figure gradually faded, as if it was dissipating in the wind and merging into the world.