After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

The war between immortals and demons has ended, but remnants of the demon race are still scattered everywhere. In addition, the post-war reconstruction work is also very complicated, and Jiang Liqian has been busy without stopping. The cultivation world is in dire need of rebuilding.

One day, she looked up from the tall book of records and felt a strange, inexplicable pang of sadness in her heart. She put down her pen, got up, and walked out.

Outside Linglong Pavilion, spring is lush and green, with peach buds peeking out from the branches, and wildflowers and grasses weaving along every nameless path in Jianfeng. The sky is high and clear, the spring breeze is gentle, and the warm sun, carrying the most vibrant golden light, shines from one end of the world to the other.

Yet, standing in the light, she felt an emptiness within, as if a puppet that had been unable to function had finally found a moment to stop, and she suddenly felt the sorrow of a missing heart. This sorrow was initially shallow and faint, but gradually it became like a flood, overwhelming and engulfing her.

The vast Sword Peak, the vast Tianqian Sect, it seemed, only she remained.

She closed her eyes, and for some reason, she suddenly had a strong urge to go to a certain place. In a daze, space was torn apart, and when she came to her senses, she had already arrived in the mortal realm.

—Her wedding ceremony with Ayou.

But times have changed. She had been in the cultivation world for over a hundred years, while thousands of years had passed in the mortal realm. The familiar little courtyard in front of her was long gone. The once sparsely populated mountain village had now become a bustling town with houses lining up one after another.

The little courtyard she longed for is now a mansion, with pavilions, terraces, and galleries, one after another, a landscape of mountains and water that stretches as far as the eye can see.

There was absolutely no trace of the former farmhouse courtyard.

Jiang Liqian felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she swayed as she leaned against an osmanthus tree in front of the mansion. The shady branches obscured her slightly reddened eyes.

She didn't know what she was waiting for, she just kept waiting and waiting.

A gentle breeze knocked on the gates of the mansion. Fleeting glimpses of clothing leaped from the shadows into the vibrant spring scene, and in an instant, the painting began to flow again, like a frozen river bursting open.

She suddenly held her breath, and after a moment, she covered her face with trembling hands, squatted down, and let her tears fall one by one into the late-warming spring flowers.

The young man, who was waving a folding fan adorned with apricot blossoms and butterflies, paused in his lazy, light steps and looked towards the century-old osmanthus tree to the side as if sensing something.

strangeness.

He blinked.

Even though there was nothing there, he couldn't take his eyes off it, as if something very, very important in his heart had suddenly disappeared.

"Young master, what are you looking at?"

"I...I think I saw someone there, a very, very beautiful person!"

"There's no one there, young master. Are you perhaps looking at flowers—wait! Young... young master, why are you crying?"

"I don't know, I don't know..."

"I just suddenly felt so sad, so very sad..."

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After organizing the "Future Planning Statement" regarding the Tianqian Sect and the cultivation world, Jiang Liqian raised her chin and ordered someone to summon Xuan Ling, who had been waiting outside Linglong Pavilion these past few days.

At this moment, he had shed his youthful impetuosity and become much more steady and reliable. His every action and gesture was disciplined and meticulous. Clearly, the cruelty of the war between immortals and demons was enough to wash away all love, hate, and resentment. He and she were no longer the same people they used to be.

Looking back now, many things aren't so insurmountable.

It's insignificant.

Some hatred and resentment, if lingered in the heart and unwilling to be let go, will only leave you completely devastated.

Stubbornness is unattainable, and ultimately, it is hard to obtain.

"I'm leaving." She said calmly after he finished paying his respects to the sect leader.

Xuan Ling's eyes trembled violently as she pressed down, her teeth biting into her soft flesh, the pain excruciating, yet she had no way to express it.

"Senior Sister...where are you going?"

Jiang Liqian got up and slowly walked to the crystal-clear window, gazing at the vibrant scenery of the four seasons outside.

"My Way."

"I am going to witness my own path."

Xuan Ling lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Then, Senior Sister, will you come back?"

She was silent.

Silence is the best answer.

Xuan Ling chuckled self-deprecatingly, his body swaying slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as he asked her, "What about the Qianzong Sect that day? Senior Sister, are you going to abandon it too?"

Jiang Liqian paused for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Xuan Ling was stunned for a moment, then her whole body stiffened and she staggered back a step.

He shook his head: "No, Senior Sister, we have a life-or-death feud. You can't pass it on to me. I don't want it!"

Jiang Li pursed her lips and remained silent, gazing at him quietly.

Xuan Ling clenched his fists tightly, turning his head away as if he couldn't bear it any longer. After a long time, he finally gave in and knelt down in despair.

"You know perfectly well what I want in this life..."

Yes, she knew.

Therefore, the cycle of cause and effect means that just because she can let go of old grudges doesn't mean he doesn't have to bear the consequences.

In truth, she did have things she felt sorry for him about. Back then, when she took him away, besides pitying him and wanting him to escape the Xuan family and live a happier life, she also secretly intended to temper him so that he could inherit Sword Peak and the Heavenly Qian Sect after her.

Xuan Ling is exceptionally talented and has been carefully taught by the first family, the Xuan family. Later, she received the full instruction of the first peak of the Tianqian Sect. She is the best candidate to inherit the Tianqian Sect after her.

Just as Qingzhi Immortal Venerable was to her, so too was she to him.

From the very beginning, they were bound by heavy chains called "expectations" and "responsibilities".

Jiang Liqian raised her hand, and the sect leader's token engraved with her name flew up and slowly stopped in front of Xuan Ling.

“Xuan Ling, listen to my command.”

"I hereby pass on the position of the Tianqian Sect Leader and the Sword Peak Master to you. From this day forward, you must act with caution and thoughtfulness, keep the common people in mind, eliminate demons and defend the righteous path, and protect this world."

"So that at the end of this life, he will not be able to ascend to heaven."

"Live well, Xuan Ling."

Having put aside her last worry, Jiang Liqian went to the Sword Tomb on Sword Peak.

Once, she drew her own sword here, and later buried her master's and Senior Zhong's broken swords here. Now, perhaps her sword will rest here forever.

Unfortunately, no one will look at her sword again, or recite her name like she did. Of all the world, only the way of the sword is eternally unparalleled.

Although the war between immortals and demons has come to an end, the divine and demonic sealing array in the outer realm remains a terrifying abyss that devours life, requiring a constant influx of fresh lives and posing an immeasurable threat to the cultivation world at any time, once again causing a great uproar.

This is a malignant tumor deliberately left in this world by the Heavenly Dao, a handle that threatens everyone, and what Jiang Liqian is going to do is to completely remove this malignant tumor.