These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"boom!!"

"puff!!"

When Lu Qingyan thrust her sword forward, she was quite certain that she had hit that huge, disgusting nest of flesh.

Whether it was skin or a defensive mechanism, reddish-brown smoke billowed up.

The flesh nest spewed out a torrent of blood, and the tentacles connecting it to the flesh nest below were trembling violently.

Lu Qingyan immediately stepped back, only to find that she had pierced a rather large gap in the flesh nest. However, the gap was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, resembling a giant mouth swallowing a bottomless abyss.

It looks evil and terrifying.

Those black-robed figures chanting below had clearly discovered something.

They all turned to look at Lu Qingyan.

He shouted angrily.

"How dare you, an ant, interfere with such a grand ceremony?! Seize her and sacrifice her!"

"boom!!"

It was as if his words became law.

As the black-robed figures shifted their attention, suddenly, the flesh nest emitted a strange sound.

then.

"puff!!"

The surface of the flesh nest was covered with countless thick or thin tentacles, which shot towards Lu Qingyan at extremely high speed.

Lu Qingyan naturally didn't want to get involved with those disgusting, sticky tentacles.

However, her retreat was far slower than the spread of these tentacles.

Lu Qingyan could only keep turning around, using the sword in her hand to sever the tentacles that were about to touch her.

But these tentacles seemed endless. When they fell to the ground, they would quickly turn into blood and flow down, then gather back into the flesh nest to form new tentacles. This process was extremely fast.

Watching Lu Qingyan move through the jungle.

The remaining black-robed figures also activated.

They cried out, "In the name of the sorcerer god... I unleash divine punishment upon you!"

"What bullshit divine punishment..."

With a single sword strike, Lu Qingyan severed the tentacles behind her, while simultaneously lightly tapping her foot on a nearby tree.

Her body suddenly changed, and instead of running away, she ran wildly along the lines of attack, weaving through the attacks of countless tentacles.

Then they got closer and closer to the meat nest.

But this time, it wasn't a pointless attack on the meat nest.

She leaped directly at the end, instantly doubling her speed.

"boom!!!"

The sword light shot out like flames, and the air in the forest seemed to be filled with the smell of burning.

Her sword pierced straight through the body of a man in black robes.

The blood hole was clearly visible.

However, the other party did not show the panicked expression she expected.

Instead, he laughed in a terrifying and sinister way.

"You've been tricked..."

He said that.

Lu Qingyan didn't understand the meaning of those words yet; she just wanted to leave immediately and wait for the next opportunity.

But at that moment, she felt a tugging.

Looking down, he saw countless shadowy threads spreading from the other party's fatal wound, wrapping around his arms and legs.

"This is……"

Lu Qingyan strained with all her might, but the silk threads only tightened further.

The man in black robes, who should have died instantly, revealed a sinister smile.

"This is witchcraft... I knew you would want to kill one of us... I'll use my death to establish the final witchcraft, you will be sacrificed... Hahahaha, you can't escape!!"

With his arrogant laugh, Lu Qingyan felt her body suddenly lifted into the air, the threads lifting her up and stripping her of her strength.

She could only watch helplessly as she was about to be swallowed by the abyss-like maw of the blood nest!

78 The Meaning of Your Rebirth

Wei Tu still remembers the scene when he broke through to the Divine Realm.

At that time, I was riding high on my success.

He won the top spot on the Dragon Slayer Ranking and lived in the Immortal Continent as a prodigy of the younger generation.

At that time, he was surrounded by a constant stream of people, some of whom were scions of wealthy and powerful families, and others who were exceptionally talented.

It seems everyone is eager to curry favor with him and claim kinship with him.

I was probably a little giddy at the time. Some of my emotions are hard to describe accurately, but every young person who is riding high should find it hard to avoid those feelings... After all, I wasn't living my life again.

Unlike now, I am not as mature as I am now, and I understand that many things are just fleeting moments. Compared to the safety of the people around me, and the peaceful years we enjoy together, nothing else matters.

Back then, I was full of vigor and ambition, only thinking about becoming a stronger person, proving to everyone how talented and powerful I was as a disciple of the Yuanjian Sect and as Lu Qingyan's apprentice.

Defeat all opponents who come to challenge you, and then, on a star-studded night, break through to the God-Gazing Realm.

It seemed like it happened in an instant, but actually several months passed.

A mysterious feeling came over him; he felt as if he were bathed in soft sunlight, wandering peacefully.

I felt that with the spirit in my heart, I could accomplish anything.

Break through the realm, enter the God-Gazing Realm, and then become a half-step Immortal Emperor.

Until a sudden accident occurred, his wife Su Mi was possessed by Ruo Yuan, who had been plotting for a long time, and his senior sister Jiang Ying, who had been by his side for a long time, blocked the crucial sword.

Two people died in front of me in different ways, and I was powerless to do anything about it. Only then did I realize that even the strongest person has things they cannot do.

Life was fading away right before my eyes; I felt so powerless, so pathetic.

In almost a single day, his mental state collapsed, and the half-step Immortal Emperor ceased to exist.

Then one day, he learned of the death of his master, Lu Qingyan.

He rushed back to Yuanjian Sect, but didn't even get to see them one last time.

Then came a complete decadence, he lost count of how many people challenged him on his way to the Heavenly Palace of the Extreme Sun, and how many times he failed.

Almost completely battered and bruised, living a life of debauchery, he traveled by drinking and rushing all the way to the Extreme Sun Palace, where Luo Beihuang granted him release.

The idea of ​​rebirth is actually a mysterious legend. He didn't have much hope at the time, and even felt it was just an excuse to escape reality. What he thought at the time was probably that it would be better to really die. That way, he wouldn't have to face regret and pain.

But no one expected that he would actually be reborn. At the time, he thought that the method of rebirth might really be effective, or it might be Luo Beihuang's special means.

Now Wei Tu understands that all of this was a preordained arrangement.

But why was it arranged this way...? Was Su Mi's death also part of the arrangement?

He didn't know that he simply disliked this arrangement, or rather, he hated it. He despised those gods, including Xi Yue... They were nothing but emotionless parasites who didn't understand how much effort ordinary people had to put in just to survive.

He was now immersed in his consciousness. Logically speaking, there should be no mistakes in such a breakthrough. After all, he had the experience of his previous life, and his accumulation in the Dragon Slaying Realm was already profound enough, and the suppression of his realm had lasted long enough.

The breakthrough should have been a natural and smooth process.

But he sensed something was wrong the very first moment he entered meditation.

In the darkness, without light, he seemed unable to see his own existence. Only his consciousness clearly told him that he was still alive and that he truly existed in his mind.

I don't know how long I walked, and I didn't seem to feel tired, but I couldn't help feeling annoyed.

After all, no one can go on forever; everything should have a tipping point, an end.

But such a journey seems meaningless, and never ends.

Wei Tu had lost track of how long he had been walking.

until……

What did he see?

There was a bloodstain, and in the bloodstain, a young man was holding two women...

If I remember correctly, that was myself.

That was the scene when I saw Jiang Ying and Su Mi die.

Even though it happened in a past life and a long time had passed, and he had made many mental preparations, he was still somewhat moved, and his heart ached slightly.

"It's my fault...it's my fault..."

The man, lost and muttering to himself, couldn't salvage anything.

Wei Tu continued walking. He knew that the past could not be forgotten, but it would eventually pass.

He seemed to have passed through a desolate place, followed by countless falling leaves.

It landed on his shoulder; it was in a grove of trees.

What fell onto my shoulder was a fiery red maple leaf... This is the back mountain of the Abyss Sword Sect.

It was a solitary grave.

There were wine jars scattered all over the ground. A disheveled man, dressed in dirty clothes, sat in front of the grave, holding a wine jar in his hand, drinking it jar after jar without getting tired or knowing whether he was alive or dead.

They would drink until they were drunk when they woke up, and then continue drinking when they woke up again, as if there was no end to it.

Wei Tu knew that it was how he looked after Lu Qingyan died, disheveled and childish like a child abandoned by the whole world.

He would stand before her grave, head bowed, murmuring her name in a trance.

I will say it over and over again.