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

Whoosh...

While dodging the arrows, Qin Changye's hands moved swiftly.

One after another, sharp sword lights were unleashed, each one precisely severing a causal line of substitution.

In just a few dozen breaths, all the hundreds of causal threads of substitution were severed.

With the last thread of causal cause and effect severed, Liu Xiaoyao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, his entire body limp and powerless.

Not only did he stop drawing his bow and shooting arrows, but even the bow in his hand quickly faded away.

But no one noticed that his originally blood-red eyes, no longer crazed, had flashed with a clear light.

To take advantage of someone's illness and kill them.

Qin Changye drew his sword again, this time changing the sharp ink sword from a slash to a thrust, aiming precisely at Liu Xiaoyao's chest.

Faced with this fatal sword strike, Liu Xiaoyao did not dodge, nor did he even attempt to dodge.

He spread his arms wide, positioning his heart against the oncoming black sword.

puff!

The sharpest tip of the ink sword successfully pierced through the flesh of his chest, then through his heart, and emerged from his back.

sizzle...

After a brief silence, a deafening chorus of gasps filled the air.

Countless onlookers had witnessed Qin Changye's remarkable ability to fight beyond his level, but Qin Changye's direct defeat of Liu Xiaoyao, whose cultivation was at the peak of the seventh level of the Emperor Martial Realm and who had activated two heaven-defying evil techniques, was still unexpected and almost like a dream.

Countless people, especially those from the Qin Dynasty, watched Qin Changye, who was indescribably majestic and powerful, in mid-air. Exclamations of "Holy crap!" and "Awesome!" rang out again, becoming unstoppable.

Along with this, a great deal of faith power flowed continuously into Qin Changye's body.

Under the spotlight, or rather, under the adoration of the masses, Qin Changye also showed some surprise.

Just now, at the critical moment, Liu Xiaoyao did not try to dodge; it seems he was willing to die.

Why?

Qin Changye couldn't help but ask.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death!

In Qin Changye's view, even if Liu Xiaoyao had only one breath left, he would have tried desperately to survive, but he did not.

At this moment, with his heart pierced and certain to die, Liu Xiaoyao showed no resentment or fear of death on his face; instead, he even had an undisguised anticipation and excitement.

And it's certain that this anticipation and excitement are not feigned!

"For more than 20 years, I have worked harder than anyone else. I have used any means necessary to make progress faster. I even practiced evil arts just to prove to my father, who is also my master, that old man who never thought highly of me since I was a child, that I am not a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved. I am also a promising, potential, and future genius."

Feeling his life slipping away and his consciousness fading, Liu Xiaoyao slumped to the ground with a bitter smile on his lips: "Finally, I succeeded. By switching to martial arts, I've become incredibly strong. I can finally confront that old man and prove to him that his previous assessment of me was wrong. I can do it too, but..."

At this point, Liu Xiaoyao's bitterness deepened: "But that old bastard actually died. He hadn't even witnessed my power, I hadn't even proven my strength to him, how could he die? What right did he have to die?"

"Today, you have severed all my karmic ties of taking my place. I have no future left. It's better that I die. This way, I can go to hell and find that old man, and prove to him that I am not a piece of rotten wood, but his strongest disciple and his most promising son!"

It is no exaggeration to say that proving himself to his master has been his biggest obsession over the years, without exception.

Then, he looked at Ren Pingsheng, his voice already extremely weak: "Junior brother, I know that back then, you begged that old man more than once to treat me better, and you even begged him to pass on his mantle to me... I actually remember all these kindnesses you have shown me."

The black energy I previously channeled into your body wasn't meant to torment you, but rather to help open up several special meridians so that I could leave my essence to you.

Rest assured, the essence I leave you is pure and has not been contaminated by evil magic in the slightest.

I dislike owing people the most. I came into this world cleanly, and I will leave it cleanly!

As he spoke, strands of white essence were deliberately moved out of his body and floated in front of Ren Pingsheng.

"Junior brother, I don't owe you anything anymore!"

After saying those words, he closed his eyes forever.

Qin Changye released his spiritual power to sense these white sources of energy, then nodded to Ren Pingsheng: "He didn't lie to you, these are indeed very clean sources of energy!"

Ren Pingsheng remained rooted to the spot, his eyes unusually reddening.

The senior brother who always protected him in his memory has never changed.

The next moment, these white primordial elements entered his body directly, causing his cultivation to increase significantly, leaping him to the peak of the ninth level of the King Martial Realm!

These white essences were not only extremely clean, but their compatibility with his body was also strangely high, reaching 80%.

That's absolutely outrageous!

Or rather, from the very beginning, Liu Xiaoyao's origin was conceived according to his attributes.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes turned even redder.

On the other side, Qin Changye also sighed and buried Liu Xiaoyao in the third level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

The previous waves of faith power, combined with the yellow energy fed back by Liu Xiaoyao, allowed Qin Changye's cultivation to break through the bottleneck and successfully upgrade to the advanced level of the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm!

Next, Liu Xiaoyao's main experiences began to flash rapidly through Qin Changye's mind:

He was born fifty-eight years ago. His father was the number one alchemist in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his mother was the daughter of the former prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Their status was extremely noble.

Fifty years ago, his noble status did not make him arrogant and domineering. On the contrary, he was kind-hearted and thoughtful. He became his father's apprentice and began to learn the art of alchemy.

Forty-five years ago, he had made some progress in alchemy. While others only sought to make pills, he would carefully tend to the spiritual herbs in the medicinal garden, unwilling to harm the weak creatures. When his fellow disciples made mistakes, he would help share the punishment. However, his master, who was also his father, favored his junior brother Ren Pingsheng and asserted that he was not capable of carrying on the legacy of alchemy, shattering his hopes time and again.

Thirty years ago, through his continuous efforts, his alchemy skills improved rapidly, and he finally refined a third-grade pill. On that day, he was overjoyed and went to find his master to tell him the good news. However, his master only said "barely" and then turned and left.

Twenty-eight years ago, his master showed increasing favoritism towards his junior brother, Ren Pingsheng. However, Ren Pingsheng was not jealous and continued to study alchemy diligently, striving to refine higher-grade pills time and time again, hoping to gain his master's approval. But on the day he finally refined a fourth-grade pill, his master announced in public that he would pass on his life's alchemy heritage, alchemy furnace, and all the pill formulas he had collected to his junior brother.

On that day, his long-held obsession collapsed in an instant.

He asked his master why?