Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Some images flashed through his mind, prompting Jing Liu to unconsciously enter the space within and slowly look around.

Everything is exactly the same as it was back then.

But... there was no one who would suddenly burst in, pull her into their arms, and kiss her passionately, as if they wanted to devour her whole.

A sudden impulse arose in Jingliu's heart.

I casually took off my clothes, stepped into the hot spring pool, and sat on the edge of the pool.

Unrealistic fantasies kept creeping into my mind.

If only Master could suddenly barge in here...

If only Master could finish what he didn't complete back then...

If only Master didn't have to bear the destiny he had no other choice about...

In that way, the master wouldn't need to restrain himself, wouldn't need to endure, and wouldn't need to do things against his conscience.

There's no need to be heartless and express love by hurting her.

That way... Master will accept her, and they can become one in body and soul...

They can have one child, or several… no, one at most.

Having more children would take away the love her master had for her.

Imagining incredibly wonderful times, Jingliu unknowingly lost himself in thought.

If only everything could come true.

With a slight pursing of his lips, Jingliu took out a broken sword—Zhanhui.

The master spent 77 years forging the sword with his own body.

The sword is him, and he is the sword.

When he passes away, the sword will naturally lose its life, shattering in an instant, impossible to mend...

He held Zhan Hui tightly in his arms and gently rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Master, Master..."

Just as the mirrored consciousness was about to reach a certain place, a special communication device suddenly made a sound.

She paused for a moment, then took it without thinking and glanced at it.

It consists of only a string of symbols or code that are difficult for outsiders to understand.

Ke Jingliu deciphered its meaning almost instantly, dressed and left at the fastest speed in his life, transforming into an icy afterimage as he leaped into the sky above the building and sped off in a certain direction.

……

Meanwhile, in the cave where the Jianmu Mystic Root is located.

When Huanlong slapped Jingyuan, Qi Zhimu seized the fleeting opportunity.

Within his perception, Huanlong mobilized the power of abundance to aid Destruction, releasing interference frequencies targeting the Immortal Ship's longevity species.

Under the influence of this frequency, those with weak willpower are very likely to fall into demonic influence.

Jing Yuan is now over eight hundred years old. Even as a messenger with the protection of a divine lord, he is still inevitably affected, and his movements become momentarily slow.

If the connection between Huanlong and Jianmu is severed at this moment, the impact of the sudden break will disrupt the balance of different forces within Huanlong and backfire on him.

Huanlong bent down and his palm sliced ​​straight through the air.

—Now!

Qi Zhimu vanished from his spot and reappeared a hundred meters behind and to the side of Huanlong, flames rising from the Mo Dao in his hand.

Huanlong's movements suddenly stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed on her entire body.

The root system connected to the back broke in two without any warning!

call out--

Two longswords, engulfed in blazing flames, slashed through the sky, one on the left and one on the right, piercing Huanlong's temples.

"ah!!"

Huanlong involuntarily let out a cry filled with pain.

"Danheng! Suppress the power of the Jianmu tree within her!" Jingyuan shouted upon seeing this, and the Divine Lord appeared behind Huanlong as if by teleportation.

In fact, the moment Jing Yuan spoke, Dan Heng threw his spear without hesitation, piercing Huan Long's forehead squarely.

The Divine Lord's attack followed closely behind, delivering a powerful backstab to Huanlong in the classic position!

Blazing flames and dazzling golden light spread rapidly, melting away the illusory body from top to bottom at a visible speed.

In less than ten seconds, Huanlong's oppressive, perfect body, forged from abundance and destruction, was completely reduced to ashes and vanished without a trace.

The flames on the two longswords extinguished, and they flew back to Qi Zhimu's side, automatically returning to their sheaths.

Jing Yuan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, a look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't hide his emotions.

Unexpectedly, the dream of fighting alongside my master when I was young would be realized more than seven hundred years later.

This sword control technique is almost identical to what it was back then; the only difference is in the number of swords.

However, the only enemy now is Huanlong, so quality is more important than quantity when it comes to weapons; lethality is the key.

The blazing flames on the surface of his master's weapon carried an aura that surprised him with its familiarity.

…It was exactly the same as when General Xianzhou used the divine power bestowed by the Emperor's Bow.

The Emperor's Bow Master bestowed upon the seven Heavenly Generals of the Celestial Ship the power and spirit, representing His seven true forms.

But the ancestor didn't summon the spirit... instead, it seemed more like...

Jing Yuan pondered for a while and confirmed that his intuition was about 80% accurate.

It wasn't that the Emperor's Bow didn't bestow a divine spirit, but rather that the Grandmaster himself... was equivalent to a legitimate hunting divine spirit that formed its own school.

Its hidden power remains unseen in ordinary times, but in crucial moments it becomes a more lethal weapon than any other, easily catching the enemy off guard.

In a life-or-death struggle, even a marshal might not be as powerful as his master.

Thinking of this, and recalling the Emperor Bow he had received during his master's bloody battle with Shuhu more than seven hundred years ago, Jing Yuan felt relieved.

The Grandmaster is no longer the non-human monster who activated his Free Manifestation.

If he were the Emperor of Bows and Fates, and discovered that a person he once respected had been reincarnated and reappeared in the universe, he would certainly show them even greater care.

Jing Yuan put aside his fleeting thoughts, plunged the array blade in his hand into the ground, and looked up at the sky.

A dim, golden-green flame hung silently, becoming increasingly transparent.

"Huanlong, you should be thankful that your race is difficult to kill, otherwise..."

Jingyuan's tone was laced with undisguised mockery.

He hadn't expected at first that Huanlong's true form actually belonged to the Suiyang clan.

Ah, Suiyang...

The Zhu Ming Immortal Boat also seals the leader of the Suiyang Clan, Suihuang, and obtains inexhaustible energy through Him.

This shows just how difficult it is to destroy the powerful Suiyang.

If they could capture and imprison Huanlong, Luofu might be able to replicate the spectacular scenery of the Zhu Ming Immortal Ship.

Unfortunately, that's not feasible at the moment.

"Well done, hunting general."

The flames emitted a flat, unremarkable sound.

However, many people present could tell that Huanlong's calm demeanor was merely an act, and who knows if he was actually trembling with anger inside.

"I admit, you won this game, but all I lost was a body I created at will, while you—"

"How many more years can you hold out? How many times can the reinforcements you've summoned help you? Heh heh ha ha ha... The day of the Immortal Ship's destruction is approaching."

Jing Yuan was not annoyed by this, but instead smiled.

"Huanlong, the Immortal Ship has stood in the starry sea for more than eight thousand years, precisely because it knows what unity is, and even more so, it knows that reckless courage is a great taboo."

"The Sea Patrol Warriors once besieged and killed the Great Lord of Annihilation, Zhu Luo, and accomplished a great feat by uniting as one. The Immortal Ship Alliance can naturally do the same."

"Why not guess how many of you Great Lords of Annihilation will die before the day the Immortal Ship is destroyed?"

"—The hunting arrows have already set their sights on you."

Anyone can make threats.

He doesn't know how many times his grandmaster in this life can help the immortal boat.

But as long as he still acknowledges his two grandmothers and... Master Jingliu, such trivial matters need not be of concern to an outsider like Huanlong, oh, Waisuiyang.