The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Wen Zilian was alone, walking aimlessly in the devastated land after the smoke of war. She didn't know where to go. She felt depressed, as if she was being pressed by a mountain. Although she didn't feel breathless, she was sentimental and had no way to relieve it.

As a spiritual practitioner, Wen Zilian could clearly smell the faint smell of blood mixed with the sea breeze, which was wafting from afar. It was a bit pungent and uncomfortable.

Time is like fine sand, slipping quietly through your fingers...

Not long ago, there were corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers here. Even the sea was dyed a blood-red color. But now, flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air.

Under the Dragon Emperor's orders, Flying Dragon General Sikong Shaohua and Mad Dragon General Zhao Yu burned the sea monster's corpse, while the decision on what to do with the dead human compatriots would be made by their close relatives.

Or they may leave behind the original owner's belongings, then reluctantly burn the ashes and scatter them into the sea, allowing the deceased to return to nature, or bring them back to their homeland, where they can return to their roots...

Now, the sea of ​​blood is no more.

It doesn't mean that it will be washed away after the tide ebbs and flows.

Instead, the sea water flows backwards, carrying the blood shed by the martyrs, rushing towards the distance, towards freedom. Perhaps some are reluctant to leave, and after the Wangze slowly recedes, they merge with the sticky mud.

But no matter what, when a man travels around the world, everywhere is his home.

Where you fall, there you stand up.

Where I died, where I fell asleep...

What trapped them was never a small mound of earth.

Although some people died.

But their noble souls will always exist in people's hearts.

As he was walking, Wen Zilian suddenly saw groups of young people gathered in front of him, both men and women. Judging from their uniform clothes, they seemed to be disciples of the sect who were training outside.

It was a chance encounter, and Wen Zilian did not go up to say hello or ask the other party's intention of appearing there.

The feet grow on other people's bodies.

Don't tell others to go wherever they want.

They had never met each other before, so even if these people suddenly drew their swords and committed suicide, it would have nothing to do with Wen Zilian.

Anyway, she didn't have the time to chat with others.

Wen Zilian withdrew his gaze, walked slowly forward, and passed by these people.

But just when I was caught off guard.

The young man in the lead suddenly gathered all his strength and shouted into the distance:

"Master, I'm back! We're all back!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other disciples' eyes filled with tears and they choked with sobs. One of the younger female disciples was crying so hard that her eyes were wet with tears, and she kept wiping her tears with her sleeves.

"Big Brother, the master is gone, and the mistress is gone too..."

The female disciple sobbed, tears streaming down her face, "Everyone is gone..."

The leading young man raised his head, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He sniffed his sore nose sharply and tried hard to control his trembling voice:

"The master is gone, but we are still here!"

"All of you, cheer up! It's disgraceful to be crying like this!!"

"Big Brother, I..."

"I'm sorry, brother. I just missed you all so much..."

"Wuwu... Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

As early as when the "senior brother" shouted the first sentence.

Wen Zilian stopped.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the young men.

"Several..."

Seeing strangers approaching, the young man stood in front of the young disciples with a look of fear in his eyes, "Senior, we are just passing by. If we disturb you, we will leave immediately!"

Before the golden age when geniuses emerge.

How easy is it to practice?

It was during such a golden age.

There are only a few rising stars who can be called famous.

In this mundane world, mortals are the majority after all.

Just by completing the initial stage of cultivation to lead the spirit into the body and learning two or three methods, one can become an omnipotent immortal master in the eyes of the world, who can fly in the sky and hide in the earth.

However, this is how cultivators are viewed in the eyes of mortals.

Those independent cultivators who have luckily embarked on the path to immortality and have no background have a different view of the talented children of famous and prestigious sects with a long tradition.

Only when you truly embark on the path to immortality can you understand how difficult it is to practice.

Although Wen Zilian's cultivation level was only at the Kaihai realm, compared to the powerful merman who was projected over, it was indeed a little bit inferior.

But it needs to be replaced by cultivators from the five realms.

In Kaihai Territory, most of the people are family ancestors who have lived for over a hundred years.

Not everyone can rise from the grassroots like the Dragon Emperor and become a dragon among men, and not everyone has the opportunity to be appreciated by the masters, cultivated with all their heart, and become the Eternal Thunder Lord.

Considering Wen Zilian's age and cultivation level, she would be considered a demon even in a top cultivation sanctuary like Baihua Palace.

Just like Bai Linglong.

Whenever the Palace Master of Baihua Palace saw someone, he would personally invite him to become his personal disciple.

Zizhu is not big, there is one sword master and nine monsters.

The top of Lingxiao Peak is lonely, but the sword master rises and falls.

"you misunderstood."

Wen Zilian shook his head. "I have no ill intentions. I'm just a little curious. Are you... from the old Beixuan cultivation sect?"

The Kaihai Realm leader had spoken, and although the young man was afraid of getting into trouble and didn't want to get too involved with Wen Zilian, he had to lower his posture and replied with a bow, "That's right!"

The young man obviously knew his limits and acted cautiously, not daring to be careless.

But the disciples behind him did not have the same understanding as him.

Some male disciples saw that Wen Zilian was beautiful and secretly looked at her.

Fortunately, Wen Zilian is not a petty person.

Just watch it.

Gouging out someone's eyes just for such a trivial action.

Wen Zilian really can't do this kind of thing.

"Are you the eldest brother?"

"No no no..."

The young man, addressed as "Big Brother" by his disciples, quickly denied it, "I'm just older than you, so I took it upon myself to take over the responsibilities of my mentor and former fellow disciples in teaching and caring for me."

Wen Zilian showed a look of understanding.

Human nature.

When the leader is not here, the deputy leader becomes the leader.

The same reason.

When the eldest brother is not around, the second brother becomes the eldest brother.

"What do you feel about returning to Beixuan?"

Wen Zilian asked again.

"I won't hide what you said, Senior."

The young man sighed, "I have many feelings when I come here again, but more than that, I feel a sense of confusion about where to go in the future."

"confused?"

Wen Zilian pressed on, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure if I can inherit my master's legacy and shoulder the mission of revitalizing the sect."

The young man said this with a sigh, then shook his head and said seriously, "But I will do my best to do my best! Even if I die, I will never take a step back!"

"Because this is the meaning of my survival!"

The meaning of survival...

Wen Zilian pondered over these words.

Is there any meaning for her existence in this world?

"Hey, you are... Lao Gu's junior sister!"

The voice sounded from above.

Look up.

A piece of colorful red square cloth slowly floated down.

Sitting on it was a stunning woman in a peach-colored dress.

Wen Zilian couldn't help but blurt out:

"You've lost a lot of weight, Haru... I'm sorry."