I'm not a psychopath!

Jiang Qingjing sat on the throne of the Longevity Hall on the Ninth Peak. His deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the heavy fog and see the future of Ziyun Sect.

Now, the burden of the sect falls on his shoulders.

In the Hall of Eternal Life, the morning light shone through the window lattice onto Jiang Qing, adding a sense of mystery and solemnity to him.

Although many high-level combat forces and future seeds have left, those who remain are the backbone of the sect, elites who have experienced countless trials and tribulations.

Jiang Qing was supposed to go to the First Peak to take charge, but he was used to being at the Ninth Peak.

Anyway, he has the final say in the entire Ziyun Sect now. Another thing that surprised him was that Shen Chengxian was still outside. After asking, he found out that he was a guest disciple and was not qualified to enter the small world.

Jiang Qing couldn't help feeling helpless. The journey to the Demon Realm was extremely dangerous, and he didn't know how many of his fellow disciples would die.

Due to the complicated daily affairs of the sect, Jiang Qing's practice time was greatly compressed.

"Perhaps, it's time to temporarily stop the operation of this sect's machine." Jiang Qing pondered, and he decided to stop all daily affairs for the next period of time and let all disciples concentrate on practicing and adjust to the best condition.

He immediately issued an order: "Pass my order, stop all affairs, practice hard, and adjust to the best condition.

In addition, open the sect's treasury and let me pick any useful elixir or magical treasure to increase my combat power!"

"Yes." The disciple who delivered the message took the order and left.

Jiang Qing was immersed in his thoughts about cultivation when an elder hurried over with a serious look on his face, "Young Master, there is an old man outside the sect who wants to see you and claims to be your relative.

We originally just wanted to send him away, but we didn't expect him to be like a mountain, and none of our methods worked."

"Old man?" Jiang Qing asked puzzledly.

His relatives were no longer alive. Except for Qin Xiaosui and his fellow disciples in the Ninth Peak, who were as close as brothers, he had always been alone.

"Let's go out and take a look." Jiang Qing stood up and walked out of the sect with a bit of curiosity and vigilance.

Outside the sect, a white-haired old man stood there quietly, his eyes revealing a sharpness that did not belong to his age.

Noticing Jiang Qing approaching, the old man showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Grandpa Zhu?" Jiang Qing stood there in a daze, his eyes full of disbelief.

A relative who should have passed away now stood before him like a dream.

Old Man Zhu's face was filled with a kind smile. He gently stroked his beard, with a warm light in his eyes. "Ah Qing, long time no see."

Jiang Qing was in a state of panic. He quickly stepped forward and held Old Man Zhu's hand tightly. "Grandpa Zhu, is it really you? I thought..."

Old Man Zhu gently patted the back of Jiang Qing's hand and comforted him, "Yes, it's me.

I also brought your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake when you were a child." He took out an exquisite package from his arms and handed it to Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing took the package and opened it. Inside was some golden osmanthus cakes, which exuded an alluring aroma. His eyes couldn't help but become moist.

"Grandpa Zhu, why are you..."

Old Man Zhu smiled and said, "I know you have a lot of questions. Let's go in and talk slowly."

Jiang Qing nodded and welcomed Old Man Zhu into the Ziyun Sect.

In the Hall of Longevity, Jiang Qing served tea to Old Man Zhu, and the two sat opposite each other.

Elder Zhu looked at Jiang Qing, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, "Ah Qing, I came here this time because I have something important to tell you."

Jiang Qing listened carefully, and Old Man Zhu told Jiang Qing about the extraterritorial demons, the Heavenly Tribulation Society, and the future disastrous defeat of the human race.

Jiang Qing's expression became more and more solemn. He didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

Especially hearing about the human race’s future disastrous defeat.

"Grandpa Zhu, who told you that? I don't think it's reliable to peek into the future." Jiang Qing said firmly.

Old Man Zhu looked at Jiang Qing's determined eyes and felt a little comforted. "Qing'er, I hope you can go back to the small mountain village with me and spend the last time with me."

Jiang Qing shook his head, "Grandpa Zhu, I don't believe in fate, I don't believe that the human race will die out like this.

I'm going to stay and I'm going to fight to the end."

Seeing that he could not persuade Jiang Qing, Old Man Zhu stopped talking. He knew that as long as he could be with his grandson, he would be happy no matter where he was.

Just a final mention.

"I saw a part of the future myself." He said, no longer concealing the terrifying aura on his body, and his cultivation in the Tribulation Crossing Stage was revealed. "Moreover, there are some even more terrifying things that will happen. I cannot tell you because of the will of heaven."

At this moment, Jiang Qing understood a lot. He didn't expect that Grandpa Zhu was actually a very powerful person. He didn't know why he lived in seclusion in a small mountain village and happened to find him.

Looked at this way, the future may be real.

Will the human race...really lose?

Do you want to give up?
No, he would not give up. At least he would try his best. If he could break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage, would that tip the balance a little?
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

On this day, the sky above Ziyun Sect was suddenly covered with dark clouds and calamity clouds were rolling. These were Jiang Qing's calamity clouds for incarnation.

Thunder rumbled and lightning streaked across the sky, striking towards Jiang Qing.

However, at this critical moment, the thunder suddenly dispersed the moment it approached Jiang Qing, as if some mysterious power was protecting him and prompting him to grow rapidly.

Old Man Zhu was watching this scene from the side, with shock in his eyes.

He could feel that this power was extraordinary and seemed to be related to the will of the world, which was also the way of heaven, but not exactly the same.

Old Man Zhu stood silently aside, with the dragon of luck blessing him and the will of heaven and earth protecting him, and his realm was rapidly improving.

It’s just that the time left for him is too short, so short that he doesn’t have time to grow up.

Is there really any hope?
……

At the border between Mingzhou and the North, the sky was filled with dark clouds, obscuring the blue sky and the rising sun, dividing the world into two extremes of light and darkness.

On one side, there was a dark and terrifying army of demons rushing in like a tide. On the other side, the sun was shining brightly, reflecting the figures of people fleeing in panic.

These fleeing people were like ants that had lost their backbone. Although they were numerous, they were disorganized and only knew how to run for their lives blindly.

On the dividing line between light and darkness, a team of monks escorting civilians was covered by a dark shadow. In an instant, everyone's body became stiff, and then their eyes became bloodshot, their expressions became numb, and they became monsters without consciousness that only knew how to destroy.

"Help, help."

The exhausted civilians screamed, trying to summon up their last bit of potential to continue escaping.

However, they soon lost their voices and became like zombies, expressionless, moving forward with the black cloud.

Li Changsheng walked on the clouds, his heart filled with unspeakable sadness and pain.

Not long ago, the devil descended and swept across the north. He witnessed with his own eyes countless armies of monks being devoured and countless civilians being transformed into devil corpses.

The fleeing crowd lost their organization, became aimless, and fled in all directions.

The same situation also occurred in all the northern states. The northern border wall had been lost, and Xu Beitian and Tianmen Old Man died in battle.

The Xu family is dead.

In the face of this catastrophe, the tide of zombies that Li Changsheng saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

The entire north has fallen into despair, and tens of millions of people have been annihilated in this disaster. No war can compare with this disaster, not even the most tragic war between humans and demons in history.

Li Changsheng's attention was attracted by a mother and daughter. They were at the junction of light and darkness, with black clouds expanding behind them.

The little girl fell down, her face covered in sweat and her lips chapped. Her little feet were covered in blisters and she ran unsteadily.

After witnessing the tragic deaths of people in the rear, her father abandoned her and her daughter and fled alone.

The young mother still had some strength left, but not enough to carry her daughter and escape.

She comforted her daughter over and over again: "Mom is with you, Mom is with you"

Even though she was shaking with fear, her arms around her daughter were firm.

Li Changsheng descended from the clouds, took the mother and daughter to the sky, and quickly evacuated the land of death. The demon god did not intervene, perhaps because such ants were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Thank you for saving my life." The young mother thanked Li Changsheng gratefully. Although Li Changsheng could not understand the dialect she spoke, he could feel her gratitude.

"Are you the Imperial Master?" the little girl blinked, looking expectant.

Legend has it that the national master can slay dragons. If the national master comes, then there will be hope, the little girl thought.

Li Changsheng smiled slightly and replied:

"it's me."

An excited and bright smile broke out on the little girl's face, like a ray of hope in the doomsday.

Li Changsheng rode a cloud to send the mother and daughter off, and after ensuring their safety, he returned to the disaster area again.

His gaze suddenly focused and he turned around to look, only to see the Imperial Master in a Taoist robe, wearing a crown on his head, standing with his hands behind his back, looking extremely solemn.

"National Master?" Li Changsheng was surprised. He didn't expect that the National Master would go to the front line in person.

I hope he didn’t see me showing off just now?
The Imperial Master's gaze penetrated the darkness and fell on Li Changsheng, and he said slowly: "Li Changsheng, this disaster concerns the survival of the entire human race.

Now that you are here, you must have realized that you cannot let it expand any further."

Li Changsheng's heart trembled. He knew that this disaster was not only a disaster for Yuzhou and Jianzhou, but also a disaster for the entire human race.

He must stand up.

"Li Changsheng, await your orders." His voice was firm and powerful.

The Imperial Master nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

……

"At this rate, it will spread to the capital in twenty days." The state teacher's tone was extremely calm at this moment: "In twenty days, the demon realm should also be over."

Li Changsheng's face was full of bitterness.

From the northern border to the capital, countless lives were reduced to ashes along the way.

The national teacher continued, "I don't know the situation of the battle in the demon realm. The main force is using thunder to kill the demons over there. The leaders of the four major immortal sects have all gone there, so I have to come here to delay time and wait for the main force to join up."

"Li Changsheng, what do you think?"

Li Changsheng said "hmm", but the method to delay the devil... he finally sighed. In fact, he already knew it when he came here.

"Of course, I take the people as my responsibility."

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "Very good, we have reached a consensus. You should not die here."

He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Li Changsheng.

"Give it to Jiang Qing for me." The national master whispered.

Li Changsheng was stunned at first, staring at the Imperial Master's back, and then he understood the Imperial Master's determination.

"No, Imperial Master, you shouldn't be impulsive." Before Li Changsheng could finish his words, he was pushed away by an extremely strong and masculine force.

The national teacher stood proudly, with brilliant golden light rushing out from his body. The golden light condensed into a dragon shadow with bared fangs and claws, roaring silently at the demon god in the distance.

The rolling black clouds in the distance stopped, and then a blurry face poked out from the black clouds and looked at the Golden Dragon and the Imperial Master from hundreds of feet away.

The voice of the state teacher was clear and sonorous: "I am the state teacher of Daxia. I should guard the country and protect the people. Today, I will stop the demon god at the northern border.

Li Changsheng, evacuate immediately and do not disobey." He announced his decision as if reading an imperial decree.

"National Master, let me do it!" Li Changsheng smiled, his eyes revealing a determined light, "National Master has great cultivation, if we only use it to delay time, it will be a loss for our human race. We should save it for the critical moment, so that it can play the greatest role."

The national teacher frowned slightly. He knew that what Li Changsheng said made sense, but facing the current crisis, as a pillar of the country, he should stand up.

"Li Changsheng, your cultivation has not yet reached the level where you can contend with the demon god, so you must not act rashly."

Li Changsheng shook his head gently.

He took out a yellowed portrait of the ancestor from his arms. The Taoist in the portrait had an immortal appearance.

Several ancestors have reached the end of their humanity, and are not weaker than the national master, or even stronger.

"Master, this is the last portrait of the ancestor of my Ninth Peak. All the ancestors of the past generations have stepped forward in times of crisis, protecting the Dao with their own bodies and blessing future generations."

The Imperial Master looked at the portrait, a complex look flashing across his eyes.

He knew what Li Changsheng was referring to. In the history of Ziyun Sect, there were indeed many ancestors who chose the path of self-sacrifice during times of great disaster.

Li Changsheng continued, "National Master, you are the backbone of the human race, and your strength will be even more needed in the future decisive battle with the demon god.

Now, let me buy time for the National Master and hope for our human race."

The Imperial Master was silent. He could feel the determination and courage emanating from Li Changsheng.

He knew that the young Taoist had made up his mind.

Li Changsheng took a deep breath and held up the portrait of the ancestor. His voice echoed between heaven and earth: "The ancestors of all generations have protected the Dao with their bodies and blessed the people.

Today, Li Changsheng is willing to follow the example of the ancient sages and protect this land with my own body. "

He shouted, "Please, Master!"

In an instant, thousands of clear rays of light emanated from the portrait, and a hundred-foot-tall figure wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown emerged, in a semi-illusory and semi-solid state.

The eyes of this heroic ancestor reveal both admiration and regret for future generations.

Li Changsheng raised the portrait above his head. The heroic spirit of the ancestor in the portrait seemed to merge into one with him. His aura rose sharply at this moment, and his whole body exuded a sense of righteousness.

The wind was blowing hard, dark clouds were covering the city, and the devil's footsteps also stopped at this moment.

Li Changsheng rode the wind and, carrying the power of his ancestors, rushed towards the northern border which had turned into a demonic realm.

……

On the seventh day of the seventh month in the Daxia calendar, Li Changsheng blocked the vast army of demons in Mingzhou and died for his country.

(End of this chapter)