The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Beside him, Qin Changye's expression shifted between light and dark.

He had originally thought that he and Li Changfeng would have a fierce battle, and that he would need to do everything in his power to defeat Li Changfeng.

But unexpectedly, they won this match in such an almost effortless way.

With all five primordial souls burned away, Li Changfeng's body was truly at its end.

Just before he closed his eyes, Qin Changye drew his sword, piercing his heart.

Whether Qin Changye strikes or not, Li Changfeng is certain to die from this sword strike.

However, once the stab is made, even if Li Changfeng was killed by Qin Changye himself, he could be dug out as a celestial puppet after being buried in the second level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

Qin Changye certainly didn't want to miss out on a celestial puppet whose cultivation had reached the fourth level of the Imperial Martial Realm in its previous life.

After a short while, the remnant soul belonging to Die'er in the ice coffin finally opened its eyes.

Her remnant soul has awakened!

But her Li Changfeng is dead forever!

"Did you kill my Xiao Changfeng?"

Butterfly's remnant soul pushed open the lid of the ice coffin and saw Li Changfeng lying in a pool of blood, while Qin Changye's ink sword was still covered in fresh blood. The answer was obvious.

Qin Changye did not deny it and nodded.

Even if he doesn't draw his sword in the end, Li Changfeng will still die.

However, Qin Changye had no regrets about killing Li Changfeng with his own hands. Putting aside the reason that he could turn Li Changfeng into a celestial puppet, the fact that Li Changfeng had severely injured Zhao Qingcheng was enough for Qin Changye to kill him a hundred times over.

"Then why don't you hurry up and give me your life!"

The remnant soul of the butterfly, like a ghost, hurtled straight toward Qin Changye.

Swish!

A sharp whistling sound rang out as Qin Changye thrust out his ink-black sword.

The sword's edge reflected the resolute look in Qin Changye's eyes, its tip pointing directly at Die'er's fiercely slapping palm.

The butterflies are getting closer and closer.

Along with this, a vast demonic aura suddenly emanated from her body.

Qin Changye frowned slightly.

He never expected that the butterfly in front of him was actually a demon beast in human form.

To be precise, it is still a butterfly monster.

He never expected that, just as Die'er was within arm's reach, her powerfully slapping hand suddenly withdrew, and then met the tip of the black sword with her most fatal blow to her chest.

During this time, she even dispelled all her demonic energy and all her defenses.

Qin Changye subconsciously wanted to retract the ink sword.

But the sword's momentum had waned, and the ink-black sword could no longer be controlled as it thrust out.

puff!

The sound of flesh being pierced was particularly jarring. The ink sword pierced through Die'er's chest, penetrating her heart, and burst out of her back with warm blood, splattering all over the ground.

"Why throw your life away?"

Feeling the butterfly's vitality receding like the tide, Qin Changye blurted out a question, his face filled with even more doubt.

"Actually, I have been conscious all these years since my remnant soul entered the ice coffin, but I can't open my eyes, speak, or even move an inch."

I can sense that over the years, in order to revive my remnant soul, Xiao Changfeng put down the painter's brush and picked up the sword of a sword cultivator.

He cultivated relentlessly, sparing no effort to improve, slaughtering indiscriminately to collect corpses, and doing too many wrong things to resurrect me... I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't even utter a word.

I know that Xiao Changfeng's death has little to do with you, so I don't hate you. I'm even somewhat grateful to you for using the same sword to kill both Xiao Changfeng and me.

In this way, if there is an afterlife, we might be reborn in a place that is closer to home.

Nothing is more tragic than a broken heart; Li Changfeng was the only light in her life.

Now, the light is gone.

She was already dead the moment she awoke.

She sincerely thanked Qin Changye, her eyes showing no pain, only relief.

She's going to find her little Changfeng.

In the moments before she closed her eyes completely, her thoughts drifted, her life experiences flashing by like a fleeting glimpse:

Thirty-six years ago, this demonic butterfly was born in a chaotic graveyard. Because she absorbed the resentful souls of countless people in the graveyard, she was completely black, a symbol of misfortune, and she began her wandering.

Thirty-three years ago, she, adrift and homeless, unexpectedly found a method of cultivation. Unfortunately, her half-human, half-demon appearance was too frightening. Villagers threw stones at her, hunters shot arrows at her, and demon slayers tried to kill her with magic...

She continued to wander, evading malice and hunts; she hated this world.

Twenty-eight years ago, she finally fully transformed into human form and was fortunate enough to find a butterfly demon clan gathered in a valley, huddling together for warmth. She thought she had finally found her home and could finally end her wandering.

However, the other butterfly fairies also disliked her because she was a black butterfly symbolizing misfortune, distanced themselves from her, ostracized her, and finally ruthlessly drove her away.

Eighteen years ago, loneliness, malice, exclusion, and even being hunted permeated her demon life. She grew to hate the world more and more, feeling that her demon life was meaningless.

She chose a sunny day, intending to end her tragic life by jumping into the river, but was rescued by a struggling painter named Li Changfeng. Li Changfeng gently took off his long robe and wrapped it around her shivering body, and even lit a bonfire to warm her.

She revealed her demonic form with a cold smile. She thought that her ominous and ugly black butterfly form would make Li Changfeng panic and flee in panic like other humans. However, he did not. Instead, he sincerely praised her, "What a beautiful butterfly."

That day, she was wearing red, her throat was sore, and her voice was a little strained, but he said he liked it very much, so from then on she always wore red and always spoke in a strained voice...

Ten years ago, she and he were inseparable. She felt a tenderness and kindness from him that she had never experienced before, and her wounded heart gradually warmed up.

He told her that everyone should be born equal, including demons. His painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he would often paint for her. In his paintings, she was beautiful and moving, yet resilient and strong, like a winter plum blossom dyed with ink, blooming in the snow, stunningly beautiful.

Eight years ago, she no longer felt inferior because she was a butterfly fairy, and he no longer felt depressed because of his setbacks in painting.

She said that meeting you in this life made the world worthwhile.

He said you are the most beautiful fireworks in the world, and he only wishes to wander with you through thick and thin in this life.

However, unforeseen events can happen at any time...