The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

A bell rang in the distance.

One, two, three...

Until the ninth tone.

The beginning of everything and the end of fate appeared here. Jing Yan saw a scene like purgatory through the clouds.

Countless amounts of blood dyed the autumn of the Sky Fox Clan red. The maple leaves became more fiery red than in previous years, and shouts and cries echoed throughout the valley.

Yun Ling'er just sat on the ancestral tree, at a loss - she didn't know what was going on. She sat alone in the sacrificial pavilion, praying desperately to the ancestral tree.

When all the dust had settled, the god sitting on the dragon chariot ordered all the gods to cut the ancestral tree that supported the heaven and earth in half.

Under the combined efforts of the Ultimate God, the towering tree that reached into the clouds like a peak caught fire. The thick branches were cut in half by the power of the gods, and the towering tree crown swayed and fell down burning with flames.

Yun Ling'er felt the world spinning, and she hugged herself tightly in the sacrificial pavilion, curling herself up into a ball.

The imperial god looked at the broken ancestral tree with joy in his eyes. He came to the broken branches of the ancestral tree alone and took out the "key".

The key to escaping the rules of nature.

The "Sword Domain" of the Sky Fox Clan.

But Jing Yan could not change anything. He was just a spectator in the long river of time and a witness of history.

There is nothing he can do.

When Yun Ling'er slowly woke up in the sacrificial pavilion and got up, what she saw was the ruined Sky Fox ancestral land.

She wandered among countless corpses.

There are not only those from the Sky Fox Clan, but also those from the gods.

They fought together, and countless swords and sabers turned the old buildings into ruins.

Some Sky Fox people hugged the gods together, and the long sword on their chests pierced through two people. Before they died, joy appeared in their eyes.

Joy and being able to die together with each other.

Yun Ling'er didn't cry, but her eyes were a little dull and she just walked forward in a daze.

She saw Yun Jing'er's body nailed to the ancestral tree by a spear, Grandpa Xuanhu fell in front of the ancient bell covered in blood, and the clan leader tried his best, but hundreds of gods died together.

She didn't even find Sister Zi'er's body.

The girl bit her lips tightly, her emotions were close to collapse, and her mind was in a mess.

She walked slowly, picked up a sword and supported herself.

She walked past the school, through the deep forest, across the suspension bridge, and came to the endless fields.

She climbed up a low cliff and returned to the place she was most familiar with, the hilltop where she loved to watch the sunset alone.

She sat down there.

His eyes were full of confusion.

She looked at the maple leaves all over the mountains and the ancestral tree that was constantly burning, and the memories in her mind flashed away rapidly.

The gray smoke produced by the burning of the ancestral tree burned between the horizons, and the flames dyed the originally dim sky into a grayish yellow.

Yun Ling'er sat there blankly, staring into the distance.

She has no home.

She became the only celestial fox left in the world.

Her originally silver-white hair slowly turned black, and her long hair, as white as snow, fell off overnight, and was replaced by a head full of black hair.

Jing Yan sat beside her, looking at her in astonishment. In an instant, he understood a lot.

He finally knew who Ling'er was——

That heartless, worry-free, idle master——

Cloud stay.

.......

.......

When Jingyan woke up, he was in the long river of time.

His body was swayed by the rushing river water. History and the world were like the tide, constantly pushing him downstream in the long river of time.

The scene that Jing Yan had just witnessed was just a splash of water in the long time. He saw that drop of water in the turbulent and majestic river.

In a flash, Jing Yan caught a glimpse of a corner of the splashing water in the turbulent water, but in another instant, it disappeared in the turbulent river.

Just like water disappearing into water.

Jing Yan pursed his lips, trying to hold on to the story that belonged to Yun Su, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward.

History can only be recalled, not changed.

This is the rule set by heaven, no one can change it...

?

Jingyan's body was washed away by the torrent. He tried to stabilize his center of gravity, but his body still retreated involuntarily.

He just retreated step by step.

It was not until he was a hundred meters away from the water splash belonging to Yun Su that Jing Yan finally stood firm.

He was surprised to find that a sword appeared in his hand without him noticing.

It was not the broken sword of the past, but a long sword of ancient ink color that seemed to be newly born, extremely sharp all over. On the hilt, the familiar words quietly emerged.

"Stay."

Jing Yan didn't know who forged this sword, or why this sword could take him through history, but at this moment, he only understood one thing.

This is my sword.

It was, it is, and it always will be.

This is the sword that suits him best and is most suitable for him - there is no sword that can replace it.

When he held it, Jing Yan felt his hair stand on end. He had transcended history and held the sword that belonged to him.

And right now, it's time to swing the sword!

So, the young man felt the constant rush of the rushing river water, tightly gripped the sword in his hand, and took a deep breath.

He recalled the moment when he was on the top of Qingzhu Peak, with his back to the bright moon, and cut through the wind and snow with his sword.

I recalled Ling'er standing on the sacrificial pavilion, her red robe fluttering, and the sword piercing through the sunset.

And the sword that Yun Su used when he was half drunk and half awake, grasping the breeze and cutting off the floating clouds.

At this moment, at this moment.

There was a sharp edge in Jingyan's eyes, and his sword heart became extremely round and reborn!

Sharper than ever before.

He swung the sword slowly, simply and ordinary, like a child who had just started learning kendo, swinging out that ordinary and simple sword -

I saw the long river of time, which would never change its direction, stirring up endless violent splashes of water, and countless rivers bursting out with loud noises.

A fierce sword energy passed by, shattering the splash of established history.

In an instant, the direction of the long river of time changed, changing into an unprecedented direction -

But the scriptures say that we don’t know.

He simply stepped over the cut-off water splashes and walked on the dry riverbed.

Step by step.

Until he reached the end of the sword light.

Look at the leaping water.

Holding the drop that belongs to Yun Su.

One hundred and twelve. One sword

At this moment.

The development of the world has deviated, and the thread of destiny has been constantly tightening, tightly connecting the thread of Jingyan and Yunsu.

He came to the history of Yunsu.

Become a participant in this history.

......

It was a figure that kept falling from the sky thousands of feet high.

Jing Yan looked at the ancestral tree that was constantly burning. He traveled across tens of thousands of years and witnessed the day of the Sky Fox Clan's ritual once again.

There were still the gods all over the sky, maple leaves all over the mountains, and the gray mist rising from the burning ancestral trees was like a giant beast that devoured the sun, moon, and stars, as if it had swallowed up the sky.

Jing Yan looked at the scene he had witnessed before.

But last time, he was just a witness, a void shadow. He tried his best, but he couldn't change even a breeze or extinguish a flame.

But now, his fate is closely linked to Yun Ling'er's fate - he once went back through the long river of time and grabbed the drop of water that was impossible to hold.

He is qualified to revise history!

Everything, time forms a circle here, one circle after another, closely connecting the clouds and the words of the scriptures together.

This was the fate between the two of them.

So, when Jing Yan looked from afar at the god who needed to look up to him, he couldn't help but reveal a scornful smile at the corner of his mouth.

The god also saw Jingyan's contemptuous smile, and anger appeared in his eyes.

He recognized the race of the young man in white.

Just... a mere human.

He still remembered the ancestors of those guys kneeling in front of him, offering him the spiritual fruits and spiritual beasts harvested by the tribe, and praying for his protection and blessings.

At that time, he still had the patience to spread his kindness. He only needed to spread a little bit of favor, and the ant-like group would be grateful to him.

Even now, as the human race continues to grow, the strongest cultivator can only rival gods. When facing him, he is nothing more than a stronger ant.

Not to mention when he got the "key".

He will become the one who controls everything... the real god!

Or rather...the way of heaven itself.

Therefore, when the young man in white in front of him actually disobeyed his will, the God King felt unprecedented anger.

after all.

When an ant dares to swing a sword at a god, how can the god not be angry?

......

The figure of Jing Yan flashed in Yun Ling'er's eyes, and she bit her lips.

The young man in white tightly grasped the ancient ink-colored sword she had obtained in the sword domain, and an unimaginable amount of sword energy lingered around him.

That is the sword energy that has spanned tens of thousands of years, from the future to the past, and is trapped in the long river of time!

Although it was just one sword, it was so powerful that even the gods were afraid of it.

The other gods beside the God King Hongjun all opened their eyes wide, witnessing the sword coming from afar.

The God King Hongjun looked at Jingyan with contempt as if he was looking at an ant struggling for its life - he didn't think that this sword could do anything to him.

Jing Yan opened his mouth slowly and said to Yun Ling'er.

"Do you remember the sword technique I taught you?"

"Ah."

Yun Ling'er nodded, remembering the sword that she had seen before, the one that cut through the wind and snow, the shocking sword that cut through the wind and snow.