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No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation level still increased extremely slowly.

But Luo Yiyan is getting better and better, stronger and stronger, and more and more dazzling.

I gradually made more and more friends, was valued by my mentor, favored by my elders, and was always the center of attention wherever I went.

Lin Zhixu then slowly, very slowly, retreated to the edge of the crowd.

He kept telling himself that it was okay, Luo Yiyan was just too busy.

Lin Zhixu could only watch him from afar, happy for him, but also feeling a pang of sadness for himself.

He is afraid.

He feared that one day Luo Yiyan would go too far and he would never see him again when he looked back.

He was afraid that Luo Yiyan would find him useless and troublesome, and no longer need him.

This fear clung to him like vines, tightening its grip until he could hardly breathe.

In those corners that Luo Yiyan couldn't see, Lin Zhixu wasn't doing well.

Because of Luo Yiyan, no one dared to openly bully him, but neglect and isolation were everywhere.

"Him? He's just a bootlicker, clinging to someone else's coattails."

"With such poor talent, how dare he stay at Wucang Peak? He's just a burden."

"Without Senior Brother Luo, what is he?"

The gossip reached his ears intermittently.

Lin Zhixu could only remain silent and endure it, because what these people were saying was indeed the truth.

Without Luo Yiyan, he is nothing.

Later on, Luo Yiyan visited him less and less often.

Lin Zhixu went to see him, but eight out of ten times he couldn't find him.

Occasionally, from a distance, one could see that Luo Yiyan was always surrounded by all sorts of people.

They were laughing so heartily, it was as lively as another world.

Lin Zhixu stood in the shadows and suddenly understood.

Luo Yiyan has her own circle of friends now.

In that world, there are mentors, good friends, a bright future, and many, many people.

And among these people, it seems there is no place for him anymore.

He was ultimately left behind.

At that moment, his panic reached its peak.

He didn't want to be forgotten, didn't want to be abandoned, and even less did he want to live alone in this vast world of cultivation.

He started to complain.

She resented Luo Yiyan for not coming to find him.

I blame myself for being so useless.

I resent this world for being so unfair.

Why did Yuan Luoyi change?

They promised to be together forever, to grow stronger together, so why did he end up all alone in the world?

Resentment surged up like a tidal wave, soaking Lin Zhixu completely.

He saw himself standing in an impenetrable darkness, head bowed, holding a very old amulet in his hand.

That was a long time ago, when he was still in the village, Luo Yiyan gave it to him.

The talisman paper had turned yellow and softened, and the edges were worn and frayed, but he couldn't bear to replace it.

He clutched the amulet and whispered, "You promised me..."

"You promised me."

Why...did you leave me?

In the darkness, his voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a muttering to himself.

After that, he changed where Luo Yiyan couldn't see him.

They've become snobbish, selfish, and unscrupulous!

He started hanging out with those spoiled brats and began making things difficult for Luo Yiyan.

Although he failed each time, either easily resolved by Luo Yiyan or unintentionally disrupted by others, he still tried again and again, enjoying it immensely.

It seemed that only by doing this could he get Luo Yiyan to look at him even once.

Until one day, he was finally discovered by Luo Yiyan.

"Lin Zhixu, do you know what you're doing?" Luo Yiyan stood in front of him, clutching evidence of his conspiracy to trip him up, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling. "When did you become like this?"

Lin Zhixu looked at the disappointment in his eyes and felt as if something had stabbed her in the heart.

But what followed was an even fiercer surge of anger.

Disappointed? What right does he have to be disappointed? Wasn't he the one who changed first?

"What I become is none of your business?" He heard his own voice harden and become malicious, but a feeling of grievance welled up inside him.

"Didn't you already have new friends? Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"

The two had a big argument and parted on bad terms.

From then on, they never spoke a word to each other again, and even when they bumped into each other, they treated each other as if they were invisible.

Later, evil cultivators caused chaos, plunging the world into turmoil. War broke out everywhere, and the cultivation world was thrown into complete disarray.

The jealousy, resentment, grievances, and pain that had been building up in Lin Zhixu's heart for so long attracted demonic energy to him.

Demonic energy seized the opportunity to infiltrate him, tempting him to fall into depravity and practice demonic techniques.

Ironically, he struggled to cultivate the righteous path, but made rapid progress in the demonic path, displaying extraordinary talent.

In just a few years, he rose to fame among the heretical cultivators and became a powerful figure feared by all.

But while the demonic cultivators were wreaking havoc on the human world, burning, killing, and looting, he only cared about cultivating.

He doesn't care about any grand principles of the world, nor can he be bothered to distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil.

He cultivated for only one purpose.

That is to defeat Luo Yiyan.

Prove to him that you are better than him!

Finally, one day, he achieved great success in his cultivation and felt that the time was right.

Ignoring the repeated warnings from the demonic energy, he stubbornly left the seclusion to find Luo Yiyan.

When Luo Yiyan saw him, she was first shocked, then her eyes reddened: "Where have you been all these years? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

Those worried inquiries pierced Lin Zhixu's heart like knives.

He would rather Luo Yiyan curse him or hate him than hear these things.

Because that would only make him feel like an ungrateful sinner.

Lin Zhixu didn't want to listen to any more of his good intentions; all she wanted was to defeat him and prove herself.

Luo Yiyan, of course, refused.

But Lin Zhixu continued his attack relentlessly, each move ruthless and deadly, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and bitterness he had accumulated over the years in this one battle.

In the end, he still lost.

Luo Yiyan's talent has always been superior to his, not to mention that he cultivates the demonic path, lacking the advantages of timing, location, and popular support.

His identity as a demonic cultivator was completely exposed.

Everyone was shouting that they wanted to tear him to pieces, but the sect elders joined forces to subdue him.

He didn't resist, but just looked in Luo Yiyan's direction, at the figure kneeling on the ground pleading for him, and suddenly felt so tired.

Luo Yiyan pleaded for a long time and asked many people for help.

Yan Lingcang would agree to anything he wanted, except this time.

Lin Zhixu is an evil cultivator. If we spare him, how will Tianheng Sect explain itself to the world?

Ultimately, Yan Lingcang decided to take matters into his own hands.

In order to prevent Lin Zhixu's soul from becoming nourishment for evil cultivators after his death, Yan Lingcang did not hold back and directly beat him until his soul was scattered.

The world shattered into a vast expanse of white snow before Lin Zhixu's eyes.

All the sounds faded away, except for Luo Yiyan's heart-wrenching cries, which pierced through the white light and came intermittently.

What was Lin Zhixu thinking before his soul was scattered?

He seemed to be regretting it.

I regret my past actions; why did I ever dream of cultivating immortality?

He regretted why he insisted on forcing things that didn't belong to him in the first place.

I regret living my life this way.

If he had known it would turn out this way, he would have preferred to stay in that small mountain village for the rest of his life and be an ordinary mortal.

They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a simple life with coarse tea and plain rice.

A hundred years later, it will turn into a handful of yellow earth.