System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Biluo was slapped by the person she was closest to and loved most. She felt wronged and went to her master to complain while crying.

Upon hearing this, her master sighed and shook his head. He did not tell her about the possibility of cutting off Biluo's chance to break through to the True Immortal realm, but instead told her to focus on cultivating other supernatural powers and secret techniques.

Five hundred years later, with his master personally bestowing upon him a magical artifact and divine weapon, the True Immortal of the Northern Darkness, clad in armor, finally ascended to the Imperial Pass and joined a void battlefield dominated by a powerful Immortal King.

This journey lasted for over 7 years.

Her senior brother left, leaving her alone on the mountain to cultivate and wait. She stared blankly at the setting sun, sadly realizing that the innocent boy who had once been by her side was long gone.

She didn't know how long she waited, but one day the void surged and a warship of the Celestial King level appeared in the sky.

He is back.

I went to see my master.

When I met him face to face, he had changed; his eyes were cold, as if his soul had been ripped out.

She didn't know what her senior brother had gone through. She was no longer arrogant and angry when her senior brother scolded her. She cried and hugged him, questioning him why he treated her like this.

But her senior brother was no longer the True Immortal of the Northern Underworld, but a Quasi-Emperor of the Northern Underworld. Before she could hug him, he disappeared in front of her and went to their master.

"Biluo has waited for you for tens of thousands of years, aren't you going to tell her?"

Facing his master, the senior brother could no longer control his emotions and cried his heart out. His true spirit was shattered by a half-step Dao Ancestor, and his death and annihilation were irreversible.

"No, if that's the outcome, I would rather be heartless to the end, just so she can forget me, live well in the Bodhi Great World, stay by my side and be protected by me, and never go to that Imperial Pass battlefield again."

"As for being heartbroken? Thousands or tens of thousands of years from now, I will just be a bad memory to her. Time will heal all wounds."

The old man reached out and rubbed his disciple's head, just like when he was a child. Looking at his disciple, whose eyes were full of vicissitudes, the old man said, "The final battle will not be long. At that time, Quasi-Emperors, Great Emperors, and even Dao Ancestors and True Gods like us will also join the fierce battle."

“Foolish disciple, you have sacrificed too much for my cultivator civilization. Why not spend the remaining few thousand years in the rear?”

"No, Master, even if I, Bei Ming, die, I will die on the battlefield. Although I am already a dead man, I can still tie down many of the enemy's elite combat forces on the battlefield. In that case, our cultivator civilization will have a better chance of winning this war."

Bei Ming lowered his head. How he longed to hug his junior sister, but he knew he couldn't let her continue; he was a dying man.

"As for my junior sister, I only want to leave her a perfect world."

He returned in a hurry and left in a hurry.

I never went to see my beloved junior sister, Biluo, from beginning to end.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since we parted, and when we meet again, we are like strangers.

The junior sister then fell into silence, freezing her heart, and numbing herself with cultivation every day, trying to forget that person.

Time flies, and I don't know how many more seventy thousand years have passed.

On this day, the fluctuations in spacetime caught Biluo's attention.

The arrival of a fourth-step Dao Lord shattered this peace.

"The Northern Underworld Immortal Emperor fought alone at the Flame Dragon Imperial Pass, holding off four Great Emperors from all sides. In the end, he was surrounded and his true spirit was scattered by the four peak Immortal Emperors of the enemy. He died in battle at the Flame Dragon Imperial Pass."

Daojun's voice was heavy, "This is something left behind by the Northern Underworld Immortal Emperor on the battlefield."

Upon hearing this news, Biluo stood there stunned, as if a devastating shock was constantly impacting her heart.

The person who brought her here to become a disciple and helped her escape her tragic fate is dead?

He died in battle?

The Great Emperor?

“I am still at the Celestial Immortal realm, while he has already become a Dao-proving Emperor.” Biluo understood. “No wonder he no longer pays attention to me. I am not worthy. I am not worthy to be his Dao partner.”

Just as Biluo was thinking this, she suddenly saw a strand of black hair among the relics in her hand.

“Fairy, when we were cleaning up the battlefield, a trace of the Northern Underworld Immortal Emperor’s magic power was still desperately wrapping around it. We could not shake the Emperor’s obsession. In the end, it was only when I said that I would take ‘it’ home that that will dissipated, and we were able to return the Emperor’s relic.”

"Is that so... Waaah, Senior Brother, Biluo has misunderstood you."

"Why didn't I agree to your request when you asked me? Why did I have to wait until I had mastered the Eight or Nine Arcane Arts?"

In despair, Biluo conveyed the message that Lord Xin shook his head and left, unwilling to disturb the fairy Biluo.

He had seen too many scenes like this, and his heart was already numb.

Biluo held the fragmented, yet undying, body parts of Beiming, her eyes filled with madness.

"Even if I have to be reborn in the deepest hell, I will avenge my senior brother!!!"

She separated her body and her spirit into two.

Half of his physical body and primordial spirit were refined into a deadly weapon; the netherworld and the underworld.

The other half of the physical body and the primordial spirit were refined; the six realms of reincarnation.

Biluo Huangquan joins the battlefield to avenge his beloved!

The Six Paths of Reincarnation were sent by their master to the deepest cave world within the cultivators' civilization.

“Foolish disciple, in the Void Battlefield now, Quasi-Emperors are just cannon fodder. Even I will perish if I am not careful. If you go, it will be like sending yourself to your death.”

Despite her master's guidance, her will remained unwavering, even though she had already been reborn in the netherworld.

“I’d rather die in that void battlefield! I haven’t spoken to him in so long, Master, I miss my senior brother, please grant my request.”

The master shook his head, forced to tell his disheartened disciple an impossible possibility.

"I promise you."

"However, the Six Paths of Reincarnation is a sacred artifact of merit. If your karmic connection is not yet exhausted, perhaps one day you will encounter his true spirit reincarnation in endless reincarnation."

Subsequently, Biluo Huangquan followed his master to the Void Emperor Pass to participate in the battle.

As for the Six Paths of Reincarnation, with the help of his master, he traversed layers of time and space to arrive at a lower-level plane, where he was reborn as a living being. He waited for who knows how many years.

Half of her primordial spirit had waited too long, and her memories were blurred. She could only seal those memories away, hoping for an opportunity to remember that person again.

"Unfortunately, despite the striking resemblance, he... is ultimately not you."

Biluo slowly opened her eyes, her tears disappearing. She turned to look at the long line of souls behind the Bridge of Helplessness.

"Senior brother, junior sister has waited for you for four seventy thousand years. If you do not return it, then Biluo will wait for another four seventy thousand years."

“Until your true spirit is reincarnated and reappears before me.”

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White Dragon hates keeping people in suspense the most, hmph.

White Dragon dislikes Kaven the most, hmph.