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

Xuan Ling witnessed her senior sister's departure. She ascended to immortality in broad daylight, the gate to the immortal realm opened, and she and Xu You'an, with their divine swords in hand and their beloved by their side, walked step by step, resolutely towards that gate that she had placed a forbidden spell on, a gate that he could never cross again.

He heard Xu Youan ask her, "If you've already transformed into the Heavenly Dao, why did you come back?"

She smiled softly, her smiling eyes filled with his reflection.

"Because... I told the Great Dao that I had sworn an oath that if I were to survive, I would use everything I have to repay someone."

How jealous he was!

The moon shines brightly, but only he can touch its light.

In truth, he should have committed suicide immediately after she placed such a cruel curse on him. Ascending to immortality is the long-cherished wish of every cultivator, the desire that sustains them all. Destroying someone's path to immortality is tantamount to taking their life.

Even the lowest of heretical practitioners would not suffer such humiliation.

But his senior sister wanted him to live well, to live a long life, and even longer.

She handed the Tianqian Sect over to him.

—She knew that what he hated most in this life was the responsibility to his family and the bondage to the common people.

As a child, the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of the Xuan family instilled fear in him. The title of the first family was like a heavy iron lock around his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

She was the one who led him away from there, and in the end, she was the one who locked him in this cold and lonely cage.

For a long time.

It seems to have no end.

The young master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was about to ascend to immortality after achieving perfect Dao heart. He was invited to celebrate, and amidst the intoxicating aroma of wine and the bustling crowd, his vision suddenly blurred, and a figure in frost-white robes gradually appeared.

Even though the person was hidden in the crowd, he still spotted her at a glance.

He lost his mind, went mad, and stumbled over.

He clung tightly to her waist and fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, "Senior Sister, do you not want me anymore?"

"I will be good, I will listen, and I will never do anything to make you angry again."

"Really, really, Senior Sister, you have to believe me! Please, don't..."

Don't go.

Don't go, Senior Sister...

"I'd rather you killed me!"

The figure in front of me paused for a moment, then a gentle warmth washed over me from above, followed by a soft laugh: "So you still have a time to beg for mercy? What, are you afraid I'll see through your little tricks and punish you?"

"Xuan Ling, listen to me carefully. From now on, when dealing with people who bully you and take advantage of you, you don't need to use any tricks. Just use the sword techniques your senior sister taught you and beat them to a pulp. If they get hurt or killed, just blame it on your senior sister!"

He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared blankly at her.

The beautiful figure disappeared, and he suddenly lunged at empty air.

The next second, a strong pull came from his hand, and she pulled him forward with all her might. The wind howled in his ears, and snow demons chased after him in droves. The collapsing snow mountain roared like a tsunami that swallowed life.

Never before had he felt the vastness of the universe and that he was nothing more than a speck of dust, easily crushed to dust.

But he survived.

In a split second, she threw herself on top of him, holding him tightly. With her right hand gripping her sword, she cleaved the ground with a single strike, sinking deep into a snow hole. Her thin, frail back shielded her from the trampling of hordes of snow demons and the crushing weight of an avalanche.

Give him a safe place where he can breathe.

If there was a moment when he wished he had died long ago, it was this very moment.

If there was ever a moment when he just wanted to beg God to let him live a little longer, it would be now.

Knife wounds, sword wounds, and scratches from the snow demon's claws—each wound tore at his flesh, causing his blood to continuously drain away his warmth, and even his life.

He stared at the person on top of him, and suddenly his eyes reddened.

"Don't cry..." A weak voice accompanied the rustling of clothes. The next moment, a cool, slightly bitter pill was placed between his lips and teeth. It melted in his mouth, and a warm feeling instantly spread throughout his body. His wounds healed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stood there blankly for a long time before finally choking back tears and saying, "Senior Sister, this is a miraculous medicine you risked your life to obtain. It can bring the dead back to life and save lives. Why waste it on a fool like me..."

The person on top of her had already collapsed into a semi-conscious state. She couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and only instinctively stroked his back again and again, murmuring, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Although the surroundings were still covered in ice and snow, he couldn't help but recall the scene when spring flowers were in full bloom, and she used the scabbard to hook up his clothes, dragging him out to practice swordsmanship no matter how much he tried to refuse, setting a good example for her junior brothers and sisters.

At the time, it seemed so ordinary, but she would always knock on his door at dawn.

The wine jug beside him crashed to the ground with a thud, startling him awake. He abruptly stood up.

But there was no senior sister here; the crowds coming and going were all unfamiliar and blurry faces.

"Three lifetimes of intoxication, a grand dream of three lifetimes, is it exhilarating?" The young man stood before him, his clothes disheveled, his features handsome.

He squinted, and it took him a long time to remember who he was.

Xu Zisheng, the chief disciple of the Grand Elder of the Taikun Sect, is yet another pitiful wretch saved by the eldest sister.

“Three lifetimes are too short,” he laughed, a loud laugh, “What about ten lifetimes? They’re all too short…”

It's too short.

It was so short that there wasn't enough time to do anything or say anything.

Senior Sister probably didn't know that when the Heavenly Book found him and explained her final fate, he guessed that it wanted to use him. He was on guard day and night, and sure enough, Shen Qingqing was its puppet, trying to plant a demonic seed in him to control him. But in the end, he still sent the sword into her body, piercing her heart with a single blow, showing no mercy.

Only in the darkness did his hands, tucked into his sleeves, tremble incessantly, barely able to grip the sword.

This is the path he chose.

His selfish motives.

He didn't want the bright moon to hang high, to suffer the torments of hell time and time again, and to ultimately sacrifice himself to save the common people.

He wants to pull the moon down and let it fall into the mortal world, so that no one can expect it to remain bright and shining, illuminating anyone's path.

He is not a good person; he is not worthy to be a disciple of the Tianqian Sect!

He just wanted her to be well.

He will be with her no matter where she is, whether in the heavens or on the earth.

But the moon is the moon; if it falls to the ground, she would rather die.

And so, he lost her completely.

In this life, and in every life to come.

The aroma of wine still wafted around, intoxicatingly strong. Xuan Ling suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, when he and his senior sister went to sea to exorcise demons. The sea was really huge, stretching as far as the eye could see. He and his senior sister lay exhausted on a small boat.

He turned his head to look at her profile as she fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, and a surge of intense emotion welled up inside him that he had never felt before.

He whispered very, very softly in her ear.

"Senior Sister, if you really only want to stay in the Tianqian Sect, then I will stay with you."

Year after year, day after day.

"Is there any more wine?"

There's only one jar left.

"Give me credit, and I'll have my disciple bring you the money for the wine tomorrow."

"No need, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you."

Xu Zisheng watched him stagger away, then turned around gracefully with the sword on his back.

Bai Yin smiled at him: "Going back just like that? Don't you want to ask the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion about her?"

"What does Master want to say?"

"Don't you miss her?"

Xu Zisheng's expression remained frozen for a long time before he suddenly smiled with relief: "Master, she's a good person. She saved me, so isn't it normal for me to envy her?"

"then you……"

"I still have my own path to walk. Although the affection between men and women may last a long time, it can never compare to the path of the great way, which lies in the feet and in the heart."

Bai Yin laughed loudly: "Excellent, excellent! I knew it! I was right about you. You are much better and less troublesome than those Tianqian Sect kids!"